After sixty hours of being fucked by huge football players by sister-in-law could not walk with her knees together.Fbailey story number 715
My Bow-Legged Sister-In-Law
My lovely thirty-eight-year-old wife has a thirty-six-year-old sister Angie that had recently been divorced and was once again sowing her wild oats.
Angie was staying with us until she got herself together. That could certainly take a while. Our daughter was away attending college so her bedroom was available.
My wife just laughed it off whenever Angie would walk out of the bathroom with just a towel wrapped around her hair. She certainly was a sexy little thing. Standing five foot two with eyes of blue and barely a hundred pounds. She was every man’s wet dream.
Every time that I got to see Angie naked I would try to get my wife into the bedroom for sex. My wife started enjoying it and even openly suggested that Angie do it more often.
Angie started drinking heavily and dressing like a teenage slut. Her nipples were always hard and the bottom of her ass cheeks were always visible.
Then one Friday night she didn’t come home. In fact we didn’t see Angie again until Sunday evening after dinner.
My wife and I just laughed our asses off when Angie came home. She looked like she had been riding a large horse for several days. As it turned out several large men had been ridden her for several days.
She had run into a professional football player at a bar and then let him take her back to his hotel room for a fuck. After he had finished fucking her he then called a few of his buddies. For two days Angie was their fuck toy. They seemed to like her on her back with her knees up and her feet wrapped around their waists. With their erroneous size, Angie’s pelvis was spread wide and flattened out. Their large cocks stretched her pussy out considerably too. Despite it all Angie said that she would do it again if she got the chance.
Then my wife wanted to see just how stretched out her sister’s pussy was. Angie sat on the couch and leaned back for her. Angie had lost her panties somewhere along the way, probably to the first football player that had fucked her.
I watched as my wife got down between her sister’s legs and reached out. She inserted a finger into Angie’s pussy. That finger was joined by two, three, and finally four other fingers. Then it was joined by two more from the other hand. Finally, my wife took the beer bottle from me, guzzled the last few swallows, and then she shoved the neck into her sister’s pussy. After causing Angie to jump from the sudden impact of the bottleneck with her cervix my wife then turned the bottle around and shoved the base in first. When my wife was done fucking that beer bottle into her sister, only the very top of the neck was showing. Her pussy had closed up around the top of the bottle. It was amazing.
My wife smiled up at me and asked me if I wanted to fuck Angie with the bottle. I sure did. I had even tried to do that to my wife but I had never been successful at it. I got down there and started pulling and pushing that bottle into my sister-in-law. My wife had walked around the couch and was removing Angie’s blouse revealing her bruised breasts. She had been mauled pretty good by those football players but that didn’t stop my wife from abusing her tits some more. Even I reached a hand up and grabbed a hold of one of her tits while I bottle-fucked her.
Angie fell asleep. The poor girl was exhausted from her ordeal. My wife came around and started pawing at my clothes. I left the beer bottle in Angie and started pawing at my wife’s clothes. We fucked right there on the floor at Angie’s feet. We both had pretty good climaxes too.
With the bottle sill in place we managed to get Angie to her bedroom. My wife bound Angie’s knees together with a scarf to prevent the bottle from ejecting itself.
I told my wife that I really wanted a picture of Angie with that beer bottle in her pussy. In fact I wanted that bottle back when Angie was done with it too. She told me to get my camera and then she untied the scarf and even held her sister’s legs open for me. I got more than just one picture and I got my wife in some of them too. Then my wife surprised me by taking the camera and telling me to have some fun with Angie.
I fucked that bottle into her, I grabbed a handful of tit flesh, and I pulled on her nipples really hard until I thought that I would rip her nipples off.
When I told my wife that I wanted to fuck Angie, she told me that it would be better if Angie were awake at the time. I had to agree with her.
In the morning before I went to work my wife woke her sister up. She told Angie that I wanted to fuck her. Angie simply said okay, and then she rolled over and fell back to sleep. I went to work frustrated.
At noon I got a call from Angie telling me that she was sorry for falling asleep and that she would be ready and available for sex when I came home that afternoon.
When I arrived at home my wife said that Angie was waiting for me in our bed. I kissed her and went up the stairs. When I got to my bedroom door it was open and Angie was lying on the bed naked. Candles were lit, soft music was playing, and her hands were tied to the top of the bed. As I undressed she opened her legs wide and I could see that the beer bottle was still inside her.
Angie said, “I understand that you wanted to take some more nude pictures of me and that you wanted this beer bottle as a souvenir. Take anything that you want…pictures, bottles, sex…anything at all.”
That was too easy. I had lusted after my sister-in-law for fifteen years of marriage and here she was tied up and served to me on a silver platter.
I went right down stairs and asked my wife what was going on. She replied, “You have always wanted her. I had a long talk with her today and told her that things were changing. I told her that if she was going to fuck around like a whore that she could get out. Then I told her that she could be your whore and that she could pay for her room and board by letting you fuck her. You get her twice a week so enjoy her…I already have.”
I looked at her and said, “You already have.”
My wife giggled and said, “It was like old times. I used to make her eat my pussy when we were kids. Her tongue felt so good licking my clit that I came twice. Now it’s your turn, go collect half of this week’s rent.”
When I got back up to Angie I said, “This could take all night. The rent is expensive and you are way behind in your payments.”
Angie smiled and said, “If my rent is that far in the rear, then maybe you should start with my rear. Don’t even bother to take that bottle out.”
That was the best offer that I had had in a very long time. After undressing I lifted her legs up onto my shoulders, she lifted her hips off the sheet, and I rammed my cock into her, expecting her to cry out and complain. She didn’t complain one bit. Those football players must have really opened her up.
So as she laid on her back I ravaged her asshole while I thought about every woman that had ever turned me down for anal sex…including my own wife. In fact Angie was the very first woman to ever let me in her back door. I would remember that day for the rest of my life.
I could feel the smooth neck of that beer bottle in her pussy as I slipped in and out of her ass. The hard glass gave it a special feeling to the top of my cock. I wanted to feel what it would be like on the bottom side of my cock, so I simply grabbed her legs and threw them off to one side. She giggled as I easily grabbed her and placed her on her knees in the right position. My cock never left her ass. That was it. My balls would hit that beer bottle on the in stroke and shove it in just enough to make her jump.
I reached under her to grab two handfuls of tittie flesh. She cringed but never asked me to stop or to be more gentle either. So I abused her asshole, I abused her titties, and I kept banging that beer bottle into something that kept making her jump.
Just as I was feeling my balls tighten and threatened to wash the inside of her rectum with cum Angie cried out that she was having an orgasm. I was so concerned with my own pleasure that I had totally forgotten that she might be enjoying it too.
I would never forget that anal fuck. It would always be in my memory.
Before I could say anything Angie said, “Wow! That was great! We need to do this more than just twice a week. Tell my sister that you want to double my rent, hell triple it.”
I flipper her over onto her back and then pulled that beer bottle out of her pussy. It was not as easy as I had though it would be because her pussy had closed up around it. However, it was a lot of fun tugging on it and watched Angie’s face smile at me. It was a game that we were both enjoying. Since all good things must come to an end I managed to get the bottle out of her. She watched as I placed it on the top shelf on my side of the bed. Then I untied her wrists and let her free.
My wife took a shower with us and while she was washing Angie’s bruised breasts she asked Angie what she had enjoyed the most in the past few days.
Angie replied, “Well Sis, I kind of liked having a whole football team fuck me pretty much non-stop for two and a half days, but having you shove that beer bottle up my snatch was nice too. Then again tying me up so that your husband could have his way with me was nice. However, when he fucked my ass with that bottle in my cunt he jammed it up against my uterus and gave me about a hundred tiny orgasms. I guess to answer your question I absolutely loved everything that has happened to me in the last few days.”
My wife said, “I’m really glad to hear you say that. Now I’m planning on my husband and I abusing you every evening for as long as you are staying here.”
Angie got serious for a moment and asked, “Can I stay here forever? Can he get me pregnant? Can you guys loan me out to some of your friends? Can I… Can I…
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*********“Fuck! Oh Goooood, Oh Goooood! Fuck me!” screamed the voice of my sister in pure ecstasy from her bedroom as I walked through the front door of the house.
“For fucks sakes…” I whispered to myself as I walked back out the door noticing the red four-wheeled beater parked outside on the street. Who the fuck is she fucking now?
This is the 3rd time this week I’ve come home from work to hear my sister moaning her guts out getting fucked by a random dude. It’s always a different fucking car parked outside.
My parents have been away on vacation for the past week, only to be gone for another week. Seems she was having a hell of a time while they were away.
It was literally the last thing I wanted to hear.
You see, recently I had just broken up with my long-term girlfriend, and a lot of that was actually due to my damn sister. Her and my ex were pretty close. I know for a fact she was the reason my ex cheated on me with another guy. She had a fucking horrible influence on her.
With my parents away, I was really hoping to just take the two weeks and relax at home and just chill and take it easy after work. Yeah, that hasn’t happened.
Hopping back into my car, my phone buzzed. It was a text from my best friend since middle school, Jeff.
Duuuuuude, you sure you don’t wanna come to my party tonight??? Free yourself from this self-loathing shit for the night…
He’s been trying to get me to come all week.
Yeah… ill be there… I replied in need of a damn drink.
It’s been a rough past few months, and by rough, I mean rough. I didn’t get to play in our high school’s final football game due to my parents keeping me home, due to the fact that my snitch of a sister told them I’ve been smoking weed, and where to find my stash. I’m the quarterback that’s lead the team through most of our wins, we lost that last game. God did I get shit about that.
And that’s not it, my sister ‘forgot’ to give me my acceptance letter to the college I wanted to go to. By the time she finally ‘remembered’ to give it to me, the school had already started.
And just to top it off, as I said before, my high school sweetheart of two years cheated on me.
So yeah, I’m still stuck at home, living with my parents, working at gym full time.
My sister, who’s 11 months younger than me, is a little miss goody two shoes around my parents, and a total bitch me, and just a total tease towards everyone else. I don’t know how the hell she gets away with it. Well, her perfect cantaloupe sized tits on her tall slender frame with a perfectly shaped firm ass helps for sure, and she fucking knows it.
Heading towards Jeff’s house, I blared up the music to try and keep my mind off my fucking sister.
Pulling into his street, there were a shit ton of cars parked along the street in front of his house and driveway. Damn, he wasn’t kidding about throwing a big ass party.
It was only nine in the evening and there had to have been a couple dozen cars parked outside.
Making my way inside, the house was packed, music blared, and a light haze of pot filled the house.
“Duuuude!” yelled Jeff from across the room. “Glad you came! I got something special for ya…” He said as he ran towards me giving me a bro hug.
“Here, have my drink,” He said. “Looks like you need it.”
“Ha, yeah, thanks man,” I replied.
“No prob man, I’ve got something good coming a bit later for ya,” he said.
“Looking forward to it,” I replied gulping down the rest of his bear.
Jeff had the best hookup in town for the best goddamn weed ever. That must be it, I thought.
Walking around the house talking with some old friends, I had a couple more drinks.
Coming up behind me, Jeff told me to meet him downstairs.
Leaving the party, we headed downstairs. Jace, our dealer, was already down there.
“You got it, yeah?” Jeff asked Jace, full of drunken excitement.
“Ya man,” Jace replied completely stoned.
“Cool, let’s see it,” Jeff replied.
Pulling out a small clear baggie filled with a dozen or so pills from his backpack, Jace responded, “This shit is gold man, works perfectly. How many you want?”
“I’ll take them all,” Jeff replied.
Slightly confused not to see any weed, I cocked my head slightly, looking at Jeff.
Handing Jace a wad of cash, He quickly responded with a wink, “Just remember, you didn’t get them from me.”
“Thanks, dude, I owe you one for tracking these down,” Jeff replied as Jace made his way back upstairs.
Taking about half the pills out and putting them into a preion pill container, he handed me the baggie filled with half a dozen little white, square-shaped pills.
“What the fuck are these?” I asked confused.
“Vita-G,” Jeff responded.
“Vita what?” I asked.
“Vita-G dude.” he said. “Get laid pills.”
“Ha,” I laughed. “Dude, I don’t need these.”
“Sure you do,” he responded. “Just go find that chick you’ve always wanted to fuck silly and do it, these will help.”
“Hmmmm..” I responded, “I don’t know about this…”
“Like Jace said,” answered Jeff, “These pills are gold. Just grind it up and slip it into her drink. Within 15 minutes she smashed and a bit more ‘compliant’. Then within a couple hours, she’ll be passed the fuck out. When she wakes up she won’t remember a damn thing.”
“That seems way too good to be true,” I said… “I appreciate it and all… but…”
“No buts man, just take them, trust me. You’ll know when to use them.” Jeff said with a conniving smirk.
“Fine..” I replied putting the baggie of pills in my pocket as my sister’s name quickly entered my mind.
“Let’s get back to my party!” Jeff said as he slipped a pill into his pocket, “Come on man, lets drink!”
“Yeah, yeah,” I replied, “Maybe just one or two more.”
“Do what ya gotta do man…” he replied as we made our way up the stairs.
Pouring Jeff and myself a drink from the tap, my mind quickly wandered to my sister. Where my mind was wandering was completely new territory. Yeah, my sister was a bitch and all, but I never really fantasize about her in that way… Fuck did that turn me on.
Passing Jeff a drink, a scene slowly started playing through my head of me between my sister’s legs, ramming my cock deep into that hairless pussy I’m sure she had, hearing her scream in ecstasy.
I couldn’t get my mind off the subject as I downed my drink, zoning out of the conversation in front of me.
“I know what your thinking,” Jeff said as he came up from behind me almost yelling in my ear.
“Ha,” I jumped not expecting the sudden jolt in my ear, “what?”
“I can tell you have your mind set one someone…,” he continued, “I have two words for ya, Do it!.”
“Fuck….” I replied. “Damn you.”
“Your welcome!” he replied giving me a pat on the back heading back into the crowd.
Finishing the rest of my drink I made my way out through the crowded dance floor of a living room.
Hopping into my car, I started the drive home, somewhat tipsy.
Scenario after scenario blasted through my mind as I drove home.
How was I going to give it to her?
How would I know it worked?
What if she remembers?
“Fuck,” I said with conflict as I turned on to my street.
As I turned into our driveway, I noticed the beater was gone.
Well, that’s a start…’
Making my way into the house and down the hallway, I noticed my sister watching a movie in the living room.
“Sup sis?” I asked, spooking her.
“Fuck!” she yelled. “Jesus Christ, seriously?”
“Jesus, sorry,” I said, “Go back to your goddamn movie.”
“Did you fucking drive home tipsy?” she asked. “I’m totally telling mom and dad.”
“Fuck you,” I said. “Do that and I’ll tell them about all the fucking guys that you’ve had over.”
“Oh fuck off,” she said, “Mind your own goddamn business.”
“Fine,” I said. “You let me mind mine.”
“Fine,” she replied.
Taking a seat on the far end of the couch, I couldn’t help but take her in. Damn was she fine. All she had on were these little booty shorts and an old t-shirt. Her tits were bulging from her chest, nipples poking out ever so slightly.
Her long dirty blond hair was a mess, it was somewhat pulled back in a hair clip.
“What are you watching?” I asked.
“Kill Bill,” she replied, “duh.”
“God, I haven’t seen that in forever,” I replied.
“You going to bed or what?” she asked.
“Na, not yet,” I said as I stood up walking towards the kitchen.
Opening the fridge I pulled out the last coke. “What something to drink?” I yelled towards her direction.
“Suuuure,” she replied. “I’ll have that last coke.”
“Fuck, there’s only one left,” I replied. “I’ll split it with you.”
“Fiiiiine.” she groaned.
Pulling out a couple of glasses, I took one of the little pills out of the baggie and crushed it using the bottom of my glass.
Putting the powder in her glass, I mixed it with the coke, putting in a bit more than half.
Pouring the remaining coke in the other glass, took them back to the living room.
Pretending to take a sip of the fuller glass, she quickly reacted.
“What the fuck?” she replied. “Give me that one.”
“Seriously?” I asked. “Fucking fine.”
God do I know her well.
Taking my seat at the other end of the couch, I put my feet up and sat back as I continued to watch the movie, and my sister.
God my cock was stirring in my jeans. How long does this shit take to work? I wondered.
“I’m gonna go change and play some games,” I told my sis as I finished my coke and stood up.
“Whatever…” she mumbled laying back further into the couch.
Heading down to my room, I changed into something a bit more comfortable. As I undid my jeans, my cock quickly popped out from the real-life fantasy currently in play.
I’m not monster in that department, but I’m still pretty far beyond average, coming in at just under 8 inches. I know my ex fucking loved it. Throwing on just some sweat shorts and a t-shirt, I made my way back upstairs to grab a glass of water.
Trying to keep somewhat out of sight from my sister, I sneaked into the kitchen, getting a quick view of her laying deeper into the couch, giving off a big stretch.
Grabbing a glass of water I made my way back into the living room.
“Tired or something?” I asked laughing.
“Yeah….” she said through a long yawn.
“I bet,” I replied.
“It-It’s been a l-long fucking day..” she said starting to stumble for her words.
Jesus, this is actually working just like they said. Looking down at my watch, the 15-minute mark literally just passed.
Taking a big step outside of my comfort zone, I prepared myself for the fun to begin by taking a deep breath as my cock stirred in my shorts.
“Yeah, all that fucking this week must be pretty damn tiring,” I said in a prevailing tone, “How many guys have you fucked in the last few days?”
“F-fuck you,” she muttered, “mind your own gaw-god damn business-es.”
“I’m pretty sure it’s been, what, you taking three different guys’ cocks over the past three days?” I replied.
“Fu-fuck you!” she mumbled as she sat up, only to keep going, falling back down onto the couch.
“I’ve had it with your goddamn bitchiness,” I roared as I started walking towards her.
Trying to sit back up, I could see her struggling as if her body had been submerged in tar.
“Wh-what d-d-did you do-o to me?” she muttered in a drunkish tone.
“I’m taking my fucking turn you bitch,” I roared back as I knelt on the floor in front of her, sitting her back up.
Quickly grabbing the base of her shirt, I pulled it up over her head, exposing her marvelous set of tits.
“G-get the fuc-fuck of-ff” she moaned, fading further into her semi-conscious state.
“God you have amazing tits,” I said as I reached out and firmly grasped her tits in the palms of my hands. Their soft warmth filled the palms of my hands. You see, my ex was quite a bit smaller in the tit department, I was never able to get a nice full handful. My sis, on the other hand, her tits were more than a handful.
Trying to struggle, moving as if she was stuck in slow motion, a soft, “Please, don’t,” escaped her lips as her eyes locked on to mine.
“Please don’t what?” I said sternly as one of my hands moved down her torso, my fingers hand coming to a pause as I slowly reached under her waistband, “Fuck you like the slut you are?”
Getting up off the floor, both my hands met her waistband as I pulled them off, sliding them down her long flawless legs.
Throwing her shorts to the side, I straddled her once again, my bulge inches away from her face.
“God, I’m going to love every second of this,” I said as I brushed the tip of my cloth bound cock against her cheek as her head slowly went back, looking up at me.
Her fear-struck eyes said it all.
Pulling down my shorts, letting my cock spring free, I slowly rubbed myself along the sides of her face, leaving a light trail of pre-cum shimmering on her cheeks.
Lowering myself, I grabbed ahold of her tits once again, this time quite a bit more firmly.
Moving off the couch, while still attached to her tits, I moved her back down onto the couch, laying her flat.
Getting down on the ground, I slowly moved my hands across her silky smooth skin. Taking in every mound and crevasse from head to toe. God did she have an amazing body.
Still somewhat conscious and aware of her surrounds, I could only imagine what was going through her clouded mind.
“Jesus, you have a body built to fuck…” I said as I moved my hands down between her legs.
A subtle “no” slowly escaped her lips.
“I think so…” I said as my finger roughly slid between her warm luscious red lips, penetrating her ever so slightly. “Don’t worry sis… You won’t remember a fucking thing… And let’s just say, that’s a damn good thing…”
Looking up at me, I could tell her mind was struggling to communicate with her body.
“How about we get you worked up a bit,” I said my hand slid back in between her legs, caressing her voluptuous lips.
“Just enjoy the ride sis…” I whispered into her ear as I slowly dove my middle finger deeper into her folds, “Or don’t…”
As my right hand continued working on her slowly moistening pussy, I gave her tit a hard slap with my left hand as a painful moan escaped her lips.
“I hope you like it rough sis…” I said as I gave her tit another hard slap, watching it jiggle, hardening her nipple ever so slightly.
Moving my head over her precious mound, my mouth encompassed her nipple as I gave it a good suck, my teeth lightly brushing against her skin.
Sticking my finger even deeper into her pussy, I started feeling that familiar warmth and wetness of an aroused pussy.
“You’re still pretty tight little sis,” I said only to push another finger into her.
God my cock was pulsing. I couldn’t fucking believe what I was doing right now. It was nothing but exhilarating.
Getting up off the floor, I stood up and threw my shirt off, only to stare down at my sister, helplessly laying there on the couch in front of me.
Slowly moving her head, looking up at me, I gave her a smirk.
“God I’m going to enjoy this…” I said to her.
Getting back on the couch, straddling her torso, our warm unclad skin made contact. Setting down my now engorged cock along her abdomen, I begin sliding it up and down her chest. I moved my way further up towards her enchanting canyon between her succulent tits leaving a trail of glimmering precum.
Reaching down behind her head, I grasped the back of her neck, making her watch my cock approach her mouth.
Pressing the head of my cock against her lips, I watched as a subtle expression of utter disgust briefly ran through her facial expression.
Slowly running my cock further up her face, down the bridge of her nose, gliding across her forehead, my balls rested on her chin.
“I think this couch is going to pose a problem…” I said to her nonchalantly, “How about we move the fun to your bedroom?”
“N-noo..” she murmured, “Pl-ease…”
Getting up off of her, I slid my hand under her ass, reaching around her, pulling her up off the couch, literally throwing her head weight over my shoulder. With her ass against my cheek, I gave her another hard slap, coursing a small surge of a twitching energy through her body followed by a grunt.
Carrying her down the hallway towards her bedroom, “I hope you’re ready for the real fun to start.” I said aloud.
Kicking her ajar bedroom door open, I threw her on to her bed face up, with her head slightly hanging over the edge.
“Whhhy,” escaped her lips in a long drawn out breath.
“Why?” I replied looking down at her, slapping my cock against her face, “Because your a fucking cunt and I’ve had enough of your shit.”
I could tell her mind was fighting hard to regain whatever control possible.
“But hey, seems I hit the lottery today…” I said as I gave both her tits a solid squeeze as my cock pressed against her lips.
“Come on, I know you fucking love sucking cock,” I declared as I pressed further, parting her lips, meeting her warm tongue.
Grasping her throat, I directed myself in further, watching her legs slowly squirm in front of me.
Slowly building my thrusts, I watched a single tear shimmer down her temple.
What can I say, for a moment there, yeah, I felt bad. But do you know what else I felt? Utter power and control. This was a completely new experience for me, she was completely helpless, and I fucking loved it. I couldn’t help it.
As I started thrusting my cock in deeper, picking up a pace, my grip on her neck tightened, causing her to struggle ever so slightly more.
Leaving myself deeply embedded within her throat, I watched as her eyes started to bulge.
God did her tightening throat feel fantastic.
Slowly removing my cock, her body juddered and gasped for air in a primal manner.
My cock, glistening from her saliva, slowly ran across her face.
As she laid out sprawled upon the bed, still slowly slithering about, I took a moment to go through her nightstand.
“Damn sis…” I said to her as I opened the second drawer in her nightstand, “You have quite the stash here…”
Rummaging through the drawer, she had dozens of condoms and a few bottles of lube.
“Well, at least your playing safe…” I told her, “Good for me I must say, I fucking hate condoms…”
Heading back to my toy for the night, I spun her around and grabbed ahold of her legs, spreading them wide, giving me an unsurpassed view of her shaven and decadent cunt.
Spreading her legs apart further, I stepped closer towards her, my cock inching its way towards her promiscuous lips. Slowly rubbing my damp cock along her folds, I took a moment to breathe and consider what I was about to do.
As my cock continued to slide through her folds, meeting her tight entrance, my regards shattered as I slipped in.
A loud moan expelled from my sister’s lips as she finally elected where to place what concentration she had left.
“Fuuuuuck” I moaned as I slid into her, her pussy contracting on my intruding member.
“Moan for me sis,” I roared as I spread her legs further apart, pushing them down towards the bed.
Moans of pleasure started expelling from my sister’s lips, growing louder and louder with each thrust.
Watching my cock quickly disappear inside of her, I moved my gaze towards her ricocheting tits, bouncing with each thrust.
“Come on sis!” I roared once again thrusting into her harder than I ever had to anyone in the past, “Yell for me!”
A loud persistent and moanful, “Fuuuuck!” blared from her lips.
My hands quickly left her legs and grasped her pelvis as I continued deeply ramming into her.
Never had I fucked anyone so hard, never had my cock been so goddamn hard.
Quickening her breath, my sister continued her loud wails, as adrenaline and endorphins flowed through her body.
Darting my head back, I knew I was close to cumming.
Clutching the sides of her hips harder, I plowed into her with one final excruciatingly deep plunge.
“Fuuuuuck!” I moaned as I released my cum deep into her.
A higher pitch scream emitted from my sister as I pulsated within her. Grasping her mouth with my right hand, I slowly pulled my drenched cock out of her tight snatch.
“God, you should see the cum dripping out of you…” I said with a smirk, scooping a bit up only to smear a bit on her face.
“You know…” I rambled, “Amber never had any interest in anal, neither did I really you could say. There’s a part of it that just seems nasty, but, you could say there’s another part of it that just seems intriguing as hell.”
Not sure why I started monologuing, I knew she was somewhat listening, but I knew she would forget, but it just felt good to talk it out.
“But hey… “ I continued, roaming my hand down her chest, and along her side, only to flip her over, pulling her legs off the bed. “When you have an ass like yours, available to you, something so fine just shouldn’t go to waste. Should it? I think not.”
Listening to her moanful response, my hands grasped her cheeks, spreading them apart, revealing her small rosy hole.
“You know,” I rambled on as I brushed my cock between her cheeks, “under normal circumstances, it would normally take me a good 10 to 15 minutes to recover, but tonight, tonight is a totally different story sis.”
Mumbling nonsense, my sister lethargically scuffled her arms about on her bed.
Giving her ass an unyielding slap that echoed around the room, I moved towards her night standing and grabbed a bottle of lube.
With her eyes sluggishly watching my every move, moans of dismay exhaled from my sister.
“Don’t worry sis…” I said as I squirted out a hefty amount of lube onto my palm, “I’ll take it slow…. At first.”
Lubing my cock up, I walked up behind her, her ass just where I left it, perched off the side of the bed.
Siding the palm of my hand on her ass, my thumb slowly entered, pressing through her tight barrier.
“God it’s fucking tight,” I said, slipping it in a bit further.
Moving my face closer, I gave her pussy a light lick as I dug my thumb in deeper, moving it in a circular motion.
Her arms, flopped across the bed, slowly shifted about as I penetrated her.
Rising back up, I grabbed ahold of her calves, lifting them up onto the bed and bending her knees, pushing them under her stomach, making her ass rise into the air.
Grabbing ahold of her arms and bringing them up behind her back, I gripped them both with on hand as my other gave her ass a hard slap, leaving a bright red outline of the palm of my hand.
Positioning the tip of my cock to her tight entrance, she let out a mumbled yelp as I slowly slipped in. God did the feeling of her tight hole feel amazing around the head of my cock. It was as if her ass was sucking me in, tightly wrapping itself around the shaft of my cock, like a pipe in vice grips.
“Fuuuuuuuuck, sissss,” I moaned in a thunder tone of satisfaction.
Only a couple inches in, I slowly pulled myself out, leaving just the head of my cock surrounded by her tight seal. Giving her ass another forceful slap, another shot of adrenaline shot through my sister, making her a little more vocal than before.
“Ahhffuuuck,” she wailed trying to move her pinned arms along her back, “fuuu-fuuuuck!”
With each thrust, I plowed deeper and deeper, sensing a new level of pleasure with each decent.
Subtly building my long, deep, tactical thrusts, I got into a great rhythm. A hard deep thrust followed by a stop, keeping myself inside of her, then slowly myself 99% of the way out, only to ram myself deep into her.
Cupping one hand around her marvelous ass, I gave her a hard slap with the other, releasing another slight moan from my sister’s lips.
Slipping my cock all the way out, her hole gaped, open and welcoming, ready to be used again.
Continuing my strides, my focused moved to keeping myself from cumming. As my head slowly tilt back, my cock slipped downward, riding along her taint before quickly filling her startled pussy with a splitting force, causing what little energy my sister had left to exit via a loud cry of pain and pleasure.
Both holes so different, yet equally satisfying in their own ways, I continued my thrusts into my sisters pussy.
Fuck I was ready to bust. Keeping myself impaled inside of her, my cock spasmed, erupting yet another jet of cum deep into her.
“Fuuuuck,” I moaned as I slowly removed my still throbbing cock from within her, “Sorry about that sudden hole change sis… Guessing you didn’t mind.
Removing my grip on her arms, she slowly fell to her side into the bed.
Pushing her up further, I rolled her over, face up, and moved a pillow under her head.
She was out.
Getting up off the bed, my cock dripping from a mixture of our juices, I grabbed one of her T-shirts off the ground and wiped my cock off.
As my gaze moved back towards my sister, her breasts slowly rose and fell as she breathed heavily. I couldn’t help but just stare, and take it all in.
“Fuck,” I said aloud, “I’m a goddamn rapist…”
Did I feel bad? Yeah, sure, a little, but honestly not enough to give a shit.
Looking over at the clock, it was nearly 3 AM, just over two hours from when I gave her my coke concoction.
I was exhausted, yet still full of energy at the same time. I felt rejuvenated somehow. Heading back out to the living room to grab a glass of water, I noticed her phone sitting on the coffee table in the living room. God did she always hold that thing dear.
After pouring me a glass of tap water, I grabbed her phone on my way back to her bedroom.
Laying down beside my sister’s nude limp body, I grabbed her hand to use her thumb to unlock the phone.
“Let’s see what kind of shit you been doing sis…” I said as I opened up a few of her apps, browsing through her messages.
God, she talked like a slut in heat. Accepting almost any invite for a fuck.
Moving towards her photos, I was actually pretty shocked.
She had more goddamn nudes on her phone than I had in my porn collection on my computer.
From nude selfies to seductive photos of herself, to cock pics of random guys, even to videos of her being fucked.
Some of the videos were of her getting fucked on this very bed, others of other people’s bedrooms, and even a video of her getting fucked in the science lab of our high school.
Fuck did she have a thing for filming herself getting fucked.
I must’ve spent an hour laying there, next to her, watching a selection of her homemade pornos, going back almost a full year.
The video I’m currently watching, however, really got my cock hard as fuck. It was a video of her tied down to some guys bed, with a ball gag in her mouth, getting the shit fucked out of her.
Jesus fucking Christ, I don’t think I’ve ever known a chick that is such a goddamn slut.
With my cock pulsing, ready for action once again, I thought one more fuck wouldn’t hurt, and after watching her collection, I thought I might want to add to it…
Hopping off the bed, I switched on the phones camera and took a few good shots of her sprawled across the bed, making sure nothing of me was evident.
Pulling her back down towards the end of the bed, I spread her legs wide and focused the camera on my cock, which was lightly pressing against her luscious folds. Being careful not to shoot anything of me other than my cock, I moved the angle of the camera up towards her unconscious body, slowly filming the length of her body.
Moving the camera back down, getting a close up of her conquered pussy, the head of my cock slowly disappeared into her. God, she was still wet and full of my cum from before.
Picking up the pace, I moved the camera up, capturing her tits bouncing about with each thrust. God, it was difficult not to vocalize myself.
Making sure to really film her current state, I continued plowing into her, building my thrusts with each thrashing plunge.
Watching my cock through the screen of the phone, penetrating my sister cunt, pushed me over the edge.
With one final plunge, I rammed into her, balls deep, expelling my seed deep inside her, keeping my mouth sealed shut.
Focusing the camera in closer on my departing cock, I made sure to get the stream of cum dripping from my sister’s pussy caught on film before stopping the recording.
Holding her phone in my hands, with our new home movie finalized, my mind started weighing my options.
Should I delete it? Is it too much? Or should I leave it? Glancing back at my sister, then back to her phone, I saved it. I wanted her to know how badly she was fucked last night.
Tossing her phone on the bed, I made my way back out to the living room, collecting our clothes from the ground. Throwing my shorts and shirt back on, another idea crossed my mind.
Grabbing my phone from my shorts, I signed up for one of the messaging apps she used frequently, using a pseudonym of course.
Making my way back into my sister’s bedroom, took a seat next to my sister and tossed her clothes by her side. Grabbing her phone, and using her hand to unlock it, I opened the messaging app.
Using my phone, I sent her a message.
I messaged myself back on her phone, using the same manner of speech my sister used in some of her past messages.
Thankfully, the time stamps disappeared once the message was read.
Conducting a little back and force, I made it get to the point quickly, ending the conversation with our address.
Perfect I thought. Hopefully tomorrow she’ll wake up, wondering what the fuck happened to her, and check her messages. I thought that was just enough to build a believable backstory.
Throwing her phone back on her nightstand, I sat her up, throwing her shirt over her head and threaded her arms through the holes. Slowing pulling the shirt down over her glamorous melons.
Laying her back down against her pillow, I grabbed my water glass, turned her lights off, and closed the door behind me.
Cleaning up my evidence in the kitchen, I washed the glasses that I used and put them back into the cupboard.
Getting ready to call it a night, I messaged my sister one last time, leaving her one unread message for her to wake up to.
“Hope you enjoyed waking up to your cunt full of my jizz slut. Until next time bitch. ~Z”
Not waking up the next morning until close to 11 A.M., I made my way up to the kitchen to make some breakfast.
Passing by my sister’s bedroom, I didn’t hear a peep, she must still be conked out.
FIring up the stove, I threw together some bacon and eggs, starving after my little escapade last night.
Just as I was throwing my food onto my place, my sister stomped out of her bedroom, somewhat frazzled.
“Geeze, sleep in much?” I said laughing.
Giving me a blank stare, I continued plating my breakfast.
Walking towards me, she grabbed my plate, then promptly heads to the living room.
“What the fuck sis?” I yelled as she turned her back to me.
“Oh yeah, thanks for the food,” she said sarcastically.
“Jesus,” I replied, “Seriously?”
Glancing back at me for a brief moment, she quickly responded, “Yup.”
Pulling another plate out of the cabinet, I took the remainder of the food of the skilled and poured myself a cup of coffee.
Sitting down at the dining room table, I tried some small talk with my sis.
“How was your Friday night?” I asked, taking in a fork-load of food.
Watching a somewhat dazed expression run across her face, she promptly replied, “Ok.”
“Just ok? By the time I got home,” I replied snickering, taking a little stab at my sisters loud fucking from earlier last night, “It sounded like you were having a better night than just Ok”
“Ha, mind your own fucking business,” she quickly shot back.
“I had to put fucking headphones in last night,” I replied amused.
“Oh fuck you perv,” she hastily responded, “What time you get home anyway?”
“I don’t know,” I responded, working through my answer carefully, “Like 2 or 3?”
“You didn’t happen to see what color the car was parked in the driveway did you?” she asked.
I could see her mind tick, trying to fill in the blank from her missing time yesterday.
“Seriously?” I replied laughing, “You don’t know what kind of car the guy nailing you has?”
“Fuck you,” she said as she built up a more serious tone, “Do you know or not?”
“Jesus,” I replied trying to remember a car I drove past last night, “Yeah, it was this mustard colored yellow ford with a big ass dent in the rear bumper.”
“Oh,” she replied with even more of a confused state, “okay…”
“Why do you want to know?” I asked, trying to fill a proper big brother role.
“I don’t know,” she replied, “I guess I just had too much to drink yesterday.”
Letting out a concerning laugh, I replied, “When did you start drinking?”
“While you were at work,” she replied.
“Geeze sis,” I replied, “That early? What, you blackout last night or something?”
“Guess so…” she replied nonchalantly, like it’s happened before, “I don’t remember much past 8 or 9.
Eight or Nine? That was about the time I got home from work, if it was 9, that’s almost a full three hours of time she forgot before I even gave her the drugs… Jesus that shit works.
“Seriously sis?” I replied, “That’s fucked up. You got a problem.”
“Oh fuck you,” she quickly replied in her old manner of speech.
“Sis seriously, you got a problem,” I responded, acting concerned, “You should serious tell mom or dad this has been happening…”
“Oh fucking mind your own business,” she quickly scolded back, “If you fucking say anything, I’ll tell mom and dad about your new stash of pot you keep in your backpack.”
“Fucking eh,” I shot back, “Fine. Jesus sis.” Seem’s she hasn’t changed a goddamn bit.
Ending the conversation, she quickly got up off the couch and stormed into her bedroom.
About an hour or so later, I noticed I had a message on the app I used on my sis last night.
“RU Serious mother fucker? U fucking drug me?”
Contemplating on a reply, I simply wrote, “u enjoy waking up to a cunt full of my cum?”
God my cock start stirring in my pants, I know I fucking did.
Getting another massage, “fuck u.”
Wanting to remain somewhat mysterious, I didn’t reply.
But fuck, this whole thing got me thinking again. I still have 6 pills… the fact that she couldn’t even remember a few hours before I even gave her the drugs made even more scenarios pass through my mind.
A bank robber intimately intimidates a witness into staying silent. Notes: Rated NC-17 for language, pretty damn deive sex, and some disturbing themes including violence, non-consent, dubious consent, angst and the aftermath of rape, which could be triggering. Non consent theme from Chapter One pretty much from the outset, angst and aftermath will come in future chapters.Lily stirred uncomfortably, and realised she had rolled over onto her stomach. Still half asleep, she groaned as she felt the stiffness of a troubled night settle into her bones, and shooting pains run from her neck to the bottom of her spine. As she came to her senses, she realised it was still pitch dark. She was never one for waking through the night, not before all of the shit at work, but now she was lucky to get a couple of hours before she woke up drenched in sweat.
That wasn’t all, though. The pain and stiffness in her spine wasn’t just from sleeping. There was a figure sitting on top of her, straddling her thighs so that she could not move, and fear gripped her in a vice. As soon as she tried to turn her head to scream, a hand tightened in her hair and shoved her face into the pillow, hard enough to stifle her voice and restrict her breathing. Lily bucked, scrabbling as she tried to twist her arms behind herself to scratch at the person holding her down. They pinned her left arm under their elbow, and she felt a callused hand grip her right wrist hard enough to cut off her circulation.
Lily’s attacker leaned forward so that they were lying practically on top of her, and she felt the hard muscle of a male torso pressing into her back. His lips and breath were hot against her ear, stubble rasping her skin as he started to talk.
“Nice to see ya again, Bay,” he growled, and ice trickled into Lily’s ear and spread throughout her aching body. He had used the nickname to be certain she knew who he was, but she would have recognised that voice anywhere. The townie accent and the cocksure attitude that had made her cheeks blaze at the bank. Back Bay, he had called her. Almost spat it like a curse, as if he assumed she was from some rich, stuck up old-money family that would look on him as scum.
Despite being exhausted and half suffocated, Lily let out an anguished moan that was only slightly muffled by the pillow in her face. He smiled, she could feel his mouth curl against her ear, and she clawed at the bed sheets in frustrated fury.
She knew his name. Lily had never met him, or even come close to him in the street, but she knew him by reputation and despite the masks, she had recognised his voice as soon as they had entered the bank. She had done everything she could to stay away from that kind of crowd, but here she was, with a bank robber — a convicted murderer bank robber — about to kill her in her own bed.
His smile turned into a nasty laugh as he heard her whimper. “Wanna know why I’m here, baby?” he asked, but did not release any of the pressure on her head to allow Lily to speak. “Remind me, Bay. What did I say I would do, if you talked to the fucking cops?” He finally allowed her a fraction of breathing space, and Lily gasped for air while she had the chance. Ben tightened his grip on her scalp and she whined in pain.
“I didn’t talk to the-“
The pillow cut her off again as Ben shoved her face back down. “I said, what did I say I would do, if you talked to the fucking cops, huh? Remember where we were, in the back of the van, when I was grinding my cock into your tight little ass cheeks and you were squealing for fucking mercy? What were my exact fucking words, Bay?”
No. There was no way that she was going to repeat what he had said. Ben’s words, and the memory of what he had done to her when they were alone in the van made her skin crawl. But then he wrenched on her hair until Lily felt sick with the agony of it, and she couldn’t hold out any longer.
“You- you said,” she croaked, so quietly she almost couldn’t hear herself. “You’d come back, and fuck me and kill me.”
“That’s exactly right, Back Bay,” Ben growled. “And now, here we fucking are.”
“But I didn’t talk to the Police!” Lily insisted. “They questioned me! I didn’t go talk to them!”
“Spare me, Bay,” he hissed. “They didn’t teach us fucking syntax in the pen, baby. There was you, there was them, there was talking.”
“But I didn’t tell them anything!” Lily insisted.
“Course you didn’t, baby.” The sarcasm dripped from Ben’s voice like poison. “What you do? Sit in the Fed’s office, drinking his coffee and discussing the state of the fucking economy?” Lily hesitated for a moment, unsure whether she dare say what had come to mind, but she was already screwed. It couldn’t really get much worse than soon-to-be-dead.
“Look, I’m not blind. I don’t walk around with my head in the sand. I know who you are, you live like three miles away from my house. If I had talked to the Police, they would have broken your door down and hauled you away by now, and you know it. You want to do this anyway, then go ahead. But don’t you dare try to tell me I asked for it, you fucking townie knuckle-dragger!”
“Oh, Bay,” Ben said, laughing again. “You got some fucking balls, considering where we are. I give you five minutes before you start to beg.” He loosened his grip on her hair, and repositioned himself so that he had imprisoned both of her wrists in one of his massive, rough hands. Her wavy dark hair was still tangled in his fingers, and he gave it a vicious tug to remind her not to move. In the next moment, Lily heard a metallic click, and then the cold metal barrel of a gun was pressing into the soft pale flesh of her throat.
Jesus. She was immediately transported back to that fucking van, kneeling with her face thrust into the cold metal wall, with Ben’s muscled body welded to her back. He had his gun pressing into her neck and his mouth snug against her ear as he talked, and his cock was rock hard as he ground it against her ass. The heat in his voice was mortifying as he explained, in his blunt and repulsive way, exactly what he would do to her if she dared try to turn them in.
Ben said she had begged for mercy, and it was true. He was a goddamned lowlife, and the thought of him laying his hands on her was abhorrent. She had just watched this man bash in the skull of one of her colleagues and shoot another. She knew what he was capable of, and the hard cock at her ass told her exactly what he wanted to do to her. She had begged and promised him the world, and in the end all it had done was buy her time.
He was hard. Lily had no idea when that had happened, but the sudden realisation snapped her back to the present with a bang. She felt panic rise in her chest as Ben started circling his hips against her, teeth grazing her earlobe before he spoke once again.
“Yeah, you’re gonna beg, baby. I’m gonna hold you down and slam my dick inside your cunt so hard you see stars. You’re gonna beg, and then you’re gonna scream for me while I tear you apart with my cock. And I am gonna love every fucking minute of this, Bay. Right up until I fucking break you.”
Ben shifted his weight once again, leaning to the side so that he could flip Lily on to her back and then slide on top of her once again. He still held her wrists against the bed above her head, gun wedged into the hollow of her throat. It was hard to see in the gloom, but he noticed the moisture trailing down her cheeks.
“Save em for someone who gives a fuck, baby,” he snorted, and Lily scowled in embarrassed fury. As he settled his weight back over her, he made sure that his cock was pressed directly against her clit, and Lily tried to squirm away, but she had no hope of moving him. He was wearing a wife beater, and in the pale moonlight Lily could make out the curve of his bicep as he held her wrists in place. He was all muscle and attitude, his body deliberately hardened and designed to intimidate, and it was working.
He slid one of his legs inside hers, and nudged with his knee until he was pressing his thigh onto her pubic mound. Lily shuddered; his legs were as cut as his arms and for one terrifying moment she felt her body flush as he hit exactly the right place to make her clit hum with pleasure.
Desperate to distract herself from the mortifying tingle of arousal, Lily spat back an insult to make up for Ben’s previous trash talking. “Pull my nightie back down when you’re done, will you? I mean, it’s not like I’m going to notice.”
He laughed. He was big, big enough that he was going to hurt her if he didn’t take it easy, and they both knew it. But it wasn’t even that which had made him laugh, Lily knew. She had seen him before, had seen the way he interacted with people. She had seen the way that he swaggered around town. He was completely at ease with himself, and utterly self-confident. She couldn’t dent his ego with an assault tank, never mind bare-handed and at his mercy as he held her down against her bed.
“Aw, baby,” he murmured. “You’re gonna get this so fucking hard.” His blue eyes hardened as he suddenly pulled her even closer, making sure that she had no way to look away from him as he spoke. “You try to wake the neighbours, and I will fuck you up, Bay. Beyond all fucking recognition. Do you get that?”
She got that. Ben knew how to intimidate, and Lily couldn’t help but tremble as his eyes bored into hers, the barely suppressed violence evident in his face. Satisfied that she understood his terms, Ben finally slid the safety back onto his gun and buried it in his pants at the small of his back. With his free hand he cupped her chin, lifting her face and holding it immobile as he leaned down to taste her.
His mouth was hot and hungry, and Lily groaned in surprise as Ben kissed her, deeper than any man had ever bothered to kiss her before. His tongue played at the corners of her lips, and he slid his thigh harder against her clit, building a steady rhythm as he melded their bodies together even closer. Lily wrenched her mouth away and gasped for breath, flexing against his hold on her arms with all the strength that she could muster. Ben grabbed her by the hair once again.
“Do yourself a favour, Bay,” he growled. “You can fight me all you want, but you ain’t gonna win. So you can lie back and let me do ya, or I can start fucking up your face. Either way, I’m gonna empty my load inside you. You wanna still look pretty when I’m done, you open your fucking mouth and relax. Up to you.”
Her brain screamed at her to lie still and do as he had told her. It was the least painful option, and it would be over eventually. Pride, however, had always been her undoing. “You think I’m going to just lie here and take it, you fucking window licking coke head? What’s the matter, Ben? Don’t have the balls to finish what you started?”
She was still struggling, and he was still holding her down with ease. A fucked up grin slowly spread across Ben’s face, and that was even more terrifying than the thought of him just hitting her. He slid his mouth to Lily’s ear and started to whisper, his voice coarse with arousal.
“You like it rough, baby?” he asked. “That it? You want me to hold you down and fuck you hard?” He slid his thigh again so that it was back in the exact position that had caused her clit to hum, and kept it there. Lily shuddered, her back arching off the bed before she could even think to hold still. “You wanna feel my dick stretch you wide open, huh?” he went on. “You wanna know how it feels when I pound the shit out of your cunt until you cry?” He felt her arching against him, and he let out an animal, guttural growl that made Lily flush with heat. He turned his head and buried his mouth into the sensitive skin beneath her ear, rasping his tongue along her throat until she couldn’t help but whimper.
He looked up, and forced her eyes to meet his. “You fucking like this, don’tcha baby? My little Back Bay fucking slut.”
That did it. Lily’s anger finally cut through the embarrassment of Ben feeling her respond to him. She still couldn’t break her arms or legs free, so she did the one thing that was still within her power. She spat in his face. He didn’t react for a moment, just held still over her, staring, until Lily’s saliva slowly dripped back down off his nose and onto her cheek. He loosened his grip on her hair, then smiled as he stroked his thumb over her face, smearing and rubbing her spit into her own skin. She turned her head away and he grabbed her by the chin to hold her steady.
“I don’t need you to fucking spit, Bay,” he growled. “You’re already wet for me. You think I can’t feel your cunt through my fucking pants?”
“Fuck you!” Lily hissed. “You’re dreaming, you asshole.” She never normally swore, but it seemed to be the only thing he understood.
“You think so?” Ben asked. He shifted his weight, used his other knee to force Lily’s thighs wider apart so that he could force both his legs between hers. He took his hand from her chin and slid it downwards, across her heaving stomach and down over the lilac lace of her underwear. He settled his fingers so that the tips danced across her opening, and the length of his digits pressed against her clit. Lily let out a moan of disgust; she could feel that she had dampened her underwear and the thought made her sick. He chuckled at her, then hooked his fingers under her pants and slid them directly onto her slick opening. He pressed gently, not enough to actually slide inside her, but enough of a threat that Lily didn’t dare move. His thumb followed, sliding onto her clit and rocking against it in a rhythm that made the muscles of her vagina pulse against her will.
Ben finally eased his fingers out of Lily’s underwear and she sighed in relief, until she realised what he was about to do to her. He slid his fingers over her mouth, watching as he coated her lips with her own juices. She groaned in revulsion and he laughed once again.
“What’sa matter, Bay?” he asked. “Don’t wanna see how you taste? Well, I do.” He lowered his mouth to hers once again, sucking her lips into his mouth as he hungrily took in the taste of her. He leaned on her again, sliding his cock until it rested right at her opening, and started to grind against her as he deepened the kiss. She squirmed, but it only made him harder. She had never felt so thoroughly enveloped by a man before, so completely at his mercy, and the fear of what he was going to do was rapidly being swallowed by her fear of how her body was going to respond.
Ben came up for air and rested his mouth against Lily’s ear once again. His breathing was ragged and hot against her skin. “Admit it, Bay,” he whispered. “You fucking want this so goddamn bad.”
She would rather die. “Yeah, Ben,” Lily agreed, her voice stony. “Let go of my arms, and I’ll show you exactly how much I fucking want it, you cock.” She felt that damned smile against her ear again, and Ben raised his head to look down at her.
“Wanna fight, huh?” he murmured, squeezing the flesh of her wrists as he held them to her pillow. “You think you can win, Bay?” He dipped his head and flexed the muscles in his back and shoulders for a moment, before meeting Lily’s eye again.
She was terrified, but she wasn’t about to let him see that. “I’ll wipe that cocky fucking smile off your face, for starters,” she replied, and he laughed, but he loosened his grip on her wrists.
“Well, fucking take me out then, baby,” he said, then released Lily’s wrists completely. She yanked them down to her sides, flinching as the blood flow returned to her hands. Her arms were useless, all shooting pains and jelly, but she couldn’t back down now. She took a deep breath to steady herself, and then slammed her fist into Ben’s jaw.
His head turned to the side with the force of her blow, and he shook his head, the sharp intake of breath confirming that she had actually succeeded in hurting him. “Shit, baby,” he growled, turning back to look at her. “That ain’t bad for a little rich girl.” As their gazes met again, he realised that her eyes were watering.
He grabbed her wrist and lifted her hand to look at it, and she flinched as he moved it. “Looks like you hurt yourself more than me though, Bay.” He slid his hand onto hers, and Lily hissed in pain-fuelled anger, snatched her hand from his and started punching, slapping and scratching, ignoring the agony screaming through her fingers.
She had a good amount of his skin under her fingernails, and maybe even a bit of blood, but no matter what she did, she couldn’t get Ben’s weight off of her body. He laughed at her fury, didn’t even bother to block her blows, and that just stoked her rage even further. She lifted her sore hand and landed a resounding slap to the side of his face that she had punched, and finally Ben had enough.
He grabbed her hands and held them still, staring her down as she continued to struggle against him. His arms were steel, and as he slowly lowered her hands back to the bed, crossed her wrists over and imprisoned them in one of his own hands above her head, there was nothing that she could do but growl in frustration.
For a moment he didn’t do anything but stare at her, but as her breathing started to calm down and he knew he had her full attention, he slowly parted his lips back into that damned cocky smile. It was his way of showing her that she’d lost, and Lily wanted to kick him in the balls, but she didn’t have the strength left to fight. She could feel the sting of her hand starting to swell, and Ben’s tight grip on her wrists was only making it worse.
“What’s the matter, dickhead?” Lily spat. “Can’t take any more?” Ben sneered in response.
“You ain’t gonna win this, baby,” he growled back, and Lily huffed in disgust.
“Got a good sample of your fucking DNA under my nails though, didn’t I?”
Ben laughed at that, his voice incredulous. He lowered his head to her ear, allowing his mouth to brush her flesh again as he talked. “That what you were after?” he asked. “Shit, baby, you coulda saved yourself the effort. I ain’t leaving here until I’ve left my fucking DNA in every hole in your goddamned body. It’ll be like a fucking all you can eat buffet.”
He was bluffing, he had to be. Even if he was going to kill her when he was done, leaving his DNA all over her would be an express ticket back to jail. He wasn’t stupid, despite the way he chose to make a living. The thought of it, though. Even just imagining what he was saying was enough to set her cheeks blazing.
Lily wrenched her head away from Ben’s mouth, and he raised up on his elbows to look at her again, grabbing her chin to turn her face back towards him. “Now shut up and open your fucking mouth, bitch,” he growled, as he lowered his mouth back on to hers.
She would never have pegged him as a kisser, not from looking at him. But from the way that he devoured her mouth, and the way that he ground his cock into her pubic bone so hard it almost hurt, it was obvious that he loved it. Ben let go of Lily’s chin and slid his hand down underneath her instead, grabbed her ass and pulled her against him even harder as if he just couldn’t get enough. There was something about being so obviously desired by this man that made Lily tremble. She moaned against his mouth and he groaned in response, the rumble of his voice vibrating through her body and awakening that terrifying hum inside her once again.
His mouth was soft, and the contrast with the sharp stubble of his tache and soul patch rubbing her face made Lily shiver. He slid his hand back up to her face and stroked his thumb over her bottom lip, pulling downwards until she relented and opened her mouth for him. She considered biting the tongue that slowly licked its way inside her, but the thought of having his blood in her mouth made her pause.
Jesus. He knew what he was doing with his mouth, and Lily found herself trembling again as Ben’s hot tongue rasped against the tip of hers. His restless hand slid from her mouth and back down to her underwear, and as he slid beneath the slippery fabric and eased one finger inside her, Lily couldn’t keep herself from whining into Ben’s mouth.
His hands were massive compared to hers; his long, thick fingers were callused from manual work, and when he turned his finger inside her and beckoned towards her vaginal wall, Lily’s tremble turned into a shudder. Her hips rocked against him of their own accord, and she felt Ben smile in satisfaction against her mouth.
He was burning hot; Lily could feel his body heat even through their layers of clothes and as she tried to frantically inhale enough air to stay conscious, Ben’s scent overloaded her senses. He was musky and spicy, and a little bit sweaty; exactly what she would have expected from a townie thug, and she groaned as she felt her body start to surrender.
It was sick, and wrong, the way her body was reacting, and Lily would have given anything for it to stop. But as Ben slid a second finger inside her and increased the pressure on her clit she drew her feet up to her ass, pushing against the mattress to lift her hips closer to his hand.
“Fuck, Bay,” he groaned as he finally came up for air. “You’re so frigging tight. How long’s it been since you had a cock inside you?” He twirled and flexed his fingers inside her, and Lily almost choked on her response.
“A while,” she replied, biting her lip as a wave of heat sent delicious pulses of pleasure straight to the spot inside her that Ben was rubbing with his finger tip. Her muscles were starting to contract, and she knew he could feel it too.
“Jesus,” he went on. “My cock is gonna fucking kill you.”
“My, I wonder how you even managed to get it through the front door,” Lily said, her voice artificially sweet, and Ben chuckled.
“Let’s shut that fucking smart mouth of yours, baby” he whispered. He slid one more finger into her, and changed the angle of his stroking, and heat flooded Lily’s senses like a tidal wave.
“Oh, god!” she groaned, and her toes curled into the bed as she lifted her hips closer to him once again. He leaned in for another kiss, all stubble and muskiness and moaning in appreciation at the sounds that she was making, and Lily lost it. The muscles in her vagina squeezed his fingers hard, pulsing in rhythm as she whined into his mouth and collapsed back down into the sheets. He let her turn her head away from his mouth so that he could nuzzle the side of her neck until the tension eased back out of her body.
“Fuck yeah, baby,” Ben whispered as he slid his hand to the waistband of his pants. “Now I’m gonna let you come on my cock.” He loosened his pants and shoved his boxers out of the way, and Lily found herself staring, morbidly fascinated as his cock sprang to attention, pre-come glistening on the head as it bobbed against Ben’s rock hard abs. He caught her looking and smiled, slid his fingers around his cock and gave it a couple of lazy strokes of his palm for her benefit. His fingers fit around his shaft easily, but Lily knew from the size of his hands that her own fingers would have no chance.
Ben slid in close, nudging Lily’s thighs further apart with his knees so that he could get a good look at her while he lined his cock head up with her opening. He hadn’t been fucking bluffing about the DNA, after all. Lily tensed, her body trembling as she strained against his hold on her. “Ben? You can’t… You’re not?”
“Gonna fuck you bareback?” he finished for her. “Hell yeah, Bay. You’re gonna get it as nature fucking intended. You can thank me later, baby.” He squeezed his cock against her entrance, and Lily started to buck in desperation.
She had promised herself that she wouldn’t beg, no matter what, but having a drug-using ex con come inside her was a terrifying thought, no matter how good he was with his fingers. She begged, and pleaded, and cursed him, but he wasn’t having any of it.
“Please, Ben. The condoms are in my bedside cabinet drawer. Please just fucking use them, they’re right there, for Christ sake!”
“Shut the fuck up,” Ben snarled, grabbing Lily’s hip and holding her still for him. “You feel this?” he asked, as he slid his cock out of her entrance and rubbed the head over her quivering clit. The friction was intense, and electricity shot through her limbs until a whine escaped her lips.
“Oh yeah,” he went on. “You fucking feel it, baby. You know how bad you want it. Just fucking relax.”
It felt good. Better than good, but Lily couldn’t shake the terror that had gripped her and twisted her stomach into knots. She writhed against the fingers that he was digging into her hip. “No Ben, please! Please don’t do this, I can’t do this!”
“Shit, baby,” he growled, lowering his mouth to her ear again. “You forgotten what this is? You don’t get a fucking say in this, remember? I’m gonna fuck you till I break you, bitch.” He turned his head to the side and rested his cheek against hers as he repositioned the head of his cock against Lily’s opening. Her cheek was wet with tears, and Ben froze.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” he demanded, raising his head to stare down at her as if he truly did not understand her anguish. Incredulous, Lily closed her eyes and looked away. She hadn’t wanted to give him the satisfaction of seeing more tears, but now here she was, sobbing, and even being ashamed for it. He grabbed her cheek and yanked her head back towards him, but she screwed her eyes shut tighter.
“Fucking look at me!” he spat, jerking her head back and forth when she refused to do what he wanted. She whined, and he roared, finally lifted his hand from her face. She knew he was going to hit her. Even with her eyes closed, she could feel the way that his weight had shifted as he raised his fist and aimed it at her cheek. Lily braced herself for the pain, waited what felt like an age, but nothing came. She was holding her breath, and she could hear that Ben was panting in anger.
Nerves frazzled, she could no longer wait. Lily edged her eyes open and looked up, not daring to meet his eyes but desperate to know what he was going to do. He was tense as a bow, his fist still hovering in mid air next to his shoulder as he stared down at her shaking body. He took two slow, deep breaths, flexed his hand and lowered it so that it was gripping her cheek once again. His voice was as tense as his body as he repeated himself. “Look at me, Bay.”
She knew about his temper. She had heard the rumours. She had seen it first hand when he had bashed Frank’s skull with his gun, just because the man had talked back to him. He had been erratic and borderline psychotic during the raid, and from that Lily realised how much it must have taken for Ben to calm his anger now. How close she must have come to a black eye, and probably worse. So as much as her stomach churned at the thought, she opened her tear-stained eyes and looked up at him.
His eyes scoured hers and Lily felt her cheeks blazing as more tears fell down her face. His gaze burned, and in that one moment of intimacy it felt like he had suddenly taken more from her than he had all night. Ben tilted his head to the side and snorted as he somehow managed to read the expression on her face.
“You think I’m gonna make you sick? Give you fucking HIV or something, is that it, baby? Jesus Christ, Bay, I’m not fucking fried, alright?”
Lily gasped as she tried to get enough air into her lungs in between sobs. The knot in her stomach was easing, but she didn’t understand why. Why the hell would he tell her the truth, even if he had every STD in the dictionary? He was still staring at her though, and although his eyes were still narrowed with anger, they were also earnest. If he was a liar, he was damned good.
She stopped crying, and Ben lowered his mouth and kissed her. It was crazy, having a make up kiss with her rapist, but that was definitely what it was, and it was somehow soothing, regardless of how wrong it was. He stroked his hand down and cupped her left breast, rubbing her nipple around in slow circles until she started to moan once again. Ben was still rock hard, and his cock had left a shining trail in her pubic hair as it rested against her body. As he slid his hand to her other breast and started to squeeze, Lily’s hips rocked against him, and he was gone.
“Fuck, baby,” he growled, his hand going straight to her thigh to part her legs wider for him. “Give me that fucking cunt, right now.” He was lined up perfectly against her, and started to increase the pressure of his cock against her opening. Their eyes met again, there was a moment where Lily’s body resisted, and then suddenly she was yelping and he was hissing as the head of his cock pushed inside her.
He needed more, that was obvious from the way his body was humming with tension against her, but Ben stayed still until Lily stopped grimacing in pain. He kissed her, his tongue thrusting deep and his teeth raking her lips as he wrapped his free arm around her head and held on tight, claiming every part of her body that he could reach as his.
Lily felt her thighs slip further open as her body started to relax, and Ben rocked his hips and eased his length inside her, not stopping until he felt his balls come to rest against her ass. She cried out sharply; he had gotten her wet, but it had been a long time and jesus, he was big. He filled her completely, the head of his cock bumping up against her cervix with every small movement of his hips. Once Lily got over the initial pain of his entry, though, Ben’s body started to feel disturbingly comfortable against her.
He tore his mouth away from hers and raised his head to look at her, stared into her eyes as he inched backwards, pulling his cock from her body until only the head remained inside her. Lily bit her lip and held her breath to steel herself, expecting him to start pounding into her at any second.
Ben’s eyes were smouldering as he looked at her, and as he slowly eased back inside Lily’s body, his lids half closed as he tilted his head back and moaned in pleasure. She echoed his moan, fleetingly surprised at his gentle movements, but within another second she forgot all about everything except the feeling of his cock.
He was hot and hard, and yet smooth like velvet as he moved inside her. Lily whined as she felt the head of his cock and the veins along his shaft touching places inside her that she had no idea could feel so good. He pulled back and sank into her again, and again, and Lily brought her legs to her chest to draw him closer. He growled, tilting his hips and increasing his speed just a little, and she started to feel the heat rising within her once again.
“Fuck, baby,” he growled, sliding his hand down Lily’s body to strum his thumb against her clit. “You ready for more?”
She couldn’t speak, but it didn’t matter. Her throaty groan told him everything he needed to know as he found that perfect rhythm on her clit, and she felt herself squeezing down on his cock. He increased the speed of his thrusts until his movements became firm, then hard, then downright rough as he filled her over and over, sweat beading on his forehead and dampening her skin as he bent and pressed his brow to hers. It should have hurt, but Ben had matched his pace to hers all night, and he had managed to carry her along with him until she didn’t care about pain anymore, she just needed him to fuck her brains out.
“Ben,” she whispered, looking up at him and tugging on her wrists beneath his hand. “Please!”
He released them, and Lily whimpered in relief as he allowed her to bring her hands down from above her head. She slid her palms to the hem of his shirt and slipped underneath, flattening her hands against the flexing muscles in his abs. He groaned in response, body shuddering as he bit his lip, panting heavily in time with his animal thrusts.
Ben’s eyes were wide, his attention focused completely on Lily as he pounded into her with a single-minded determination to make her come. His circling thumb on her clit became a pinch, and Lily’s fingers curled, scratching over his skin in desperation as she felt herself skirting so damned close to the edge once again.
“You gonna come for me, Bay?” he groaned. He released her clit from his pinching fingers and rolled it against the pad of his thumb once again. Lily writhed and arched against him, her mouth opening to release a sound so strangled she didn’t even recognise her own voice. “Oh yeah,” he went on. “You’re so fucking close. You like it hard, don’tcha? You love being owned by a townie fucking lowlife.”
Lily scrabbled her hand down to Ben’s thumb, and pressed on it until he did what she wanted, increasing the pressure on her clit until her eyes almost watered. “Come on, baby,” he whispered. “Squeeze my cock. Fucking come for me.”
Another moment later, Lily lost it, her body bucking against him as the waves of pleasure finally crashed over her, and left her completely exhausted. His thumb was still on her clit, and she hissed as she pushed him off, her skin far too sensitive to be able to withstand the rasp of his callused hands.
“Jesus, baby,” Ben cursed, sliding so that he could rest on his elbows and hold her cheeks in between his palms. “I’m gonna fucking come.” His hips jerked, movements becoming erratic as he pressed his forehead to her cheek and let out an animal grunt that sent a primal thrill through Lily’s spine. She reached up and slid one hand to his back and the other to his hair. She couldn’t get a grip on his buzz cut, so she had to settle for pulling him in tighter against her. He shuddered, body tense as a bow as she felt his cock pulse inside her, and a harsh moan escape his lips. A moment later, he allowed his arms to give way and he collapsed his weight on top of her, groaning in relief.
Lily couldn’t breathe, but she didn’t care. Her arms were aching, and she felt like she had been hit by a train. All she wanted to do was curl up and sleep for a week, but as Ben raised himself back up onto his elbows and stared down at her with that damned evil smile on his face, she knew that he had other plans for her tonight.
She was furious. With him, for manipulating her into being a slut, and with herself, for falling for it so damned easily. Lily seethed as Ben smirked at her, stroking his palm across her cheek as if he owned her. His smile widened at her scowl and he chuckled a little, but didn’t say anything as he got off her bed and swaggered into her bathroom as if he owned the fucking place. The toilet flushed, and then she heard him running water into the sink.
She should run. She could have, if she didn’t mind running down her street with no clothes on. She could have found something heavy and clonked him over the head with it, then she might have had time to get dressed and phone the police before she started running down the street. Lily sat up, tried to clear her head and find the most sensible course of action, but all she could think of was what he would do to her if he caught her. Her legs had somehow gotten tangled in the sheets, and she kicked herself free, hissing in pain as her foot connected with something cold and hard.
By the time Ben walked back into the bedroom, Lily was sat on the edge of her bed, feet dangling onto the floor and her hands in her lap. “So, you think it’s a good idea to just wander off and leave your victim while you make use of the facilities?” she asked. Ben grinned, completely relaxed as if he knew she wouldn’t have the balls to run.
“What can I say, baby,” he replied. “I live fucking dangerously.”
“You can say that again,” Lily spat, lifting her hands from her lap. She leaned forward and planted her elbows on the top of her thighs, holding the gun in front of her face to give Ben a good look at what he had left forgotten on her bed.
He didn’t even have the decency to pretend to look concerned. He stuck his hands into the pockets of his pants and cocked his head, raising one eyebrow as if daring her to make her next move.
“What you gonna do, Bay?” He asked. “Shoot me? Put it down before you break a fucking nail.”
Lily felt her jaw twitch in fury as she stood up, took the safety off the gun and pointed it at Ben’s face. “You think I’m just going to lie here and let you do whatever the hell you want to me, you asshole?” she demanded. “You think you can just treat me like a fucking slut and get away with it?”
He stared back at her, his eyes taking on an intensity she had never seen before. He wasn’t in the least bit perturbed by the sight of a gun pointed at his face, and Lily felt herself flinch as he took a couple of steps closer, almost within reach.
“So what’s with the fucking monologue?” Ben countered. “You wanna shoot me, baby? What are you waiting for?” He stepped forward again and wrapped his fingers around her hand, pulling until the barrel of the gun was pressed right into the flesh of his jaw. Lily yelped in shock, the yelp turning into a whine as he grabbed her hair with his free hand, yanking her closer so that they were nose to nose with the gun between them.
What the hell was he doing? Lily felt frozen, unable to think or react as Ben continued to growl at her. “Come on, Bay. I’m right here. It’s easy. All you have to do is twitch your finger and you can fucking kill me, right now. What the fuck are you waiting for?”
“Stop it!” she whispered, trying to pull her hand away without daring to move her fingers for fear of hitting the trigger. He was a scumbag, and he had humiliated her, but she wasn’t going to kill him. Everyone would find out what had happened and she would be looked on with pity and/or disgust for the rest of her life. It wasn’t worth the jail time. “Jesus, let me go!”
“Let you go?” he repeated. “Fuck no. You point a fucking gun, you should be ready to use it, baby.” He started to push Lily backwards across the room, continued until her ass hit the side of her dresser, and she was stuck. “Now take the fucking shot!”
“No!” she cried, squeezing her eyes shut and turning away from him in fright. “Please just put it down, Ben!” As much as she wanted to believe she wasn’t going to kill him because it wasn’t worth it, she knew in her heart that she couldn’t kill him, even if she could get away with it.
“Don’t wanna do it, huh?” he asked, ignoring the tears that were falling down her cheeks. “You know why I think I can treat you like a fucking slut, baby?” He moved forward, pushing her until he was leaning so far that her head almost hit the wall, the gun still thrust into his jaw between them. “It’s because you are a fucking slut, Bay. You do just lie there and fucking take it, because you like getting it rough from a townie lowlife. Don’tcha? And this way you think you don’t have to fucking admit it.”
Lily was so choked up and afraid that she couldn’t speak. She tried to shake her head, but his tightening grip in her hair kept her still. She whined in pain, but that wasn’t good enough for Ben. “No, baby,” he growled. “You don’t get to fucking ignore me, not here. You fucking like it, don’tcha?”
Lily could feel the tears coursing down her cheeks as Ben stared at her, but he didn’t care. He wasn’t going to let her go until she answered, but there was no way she was going to say what he wanted to hear.
“No,” she replied, clenching her jaw to try to still the tremble in her lip. “I don’t want it, and I don’t like it. You’re fucking delusional, you bastard.”
He laughed, but his eyes were hard as rock. “Delusional, huh?” he repeated. “So, when you fucking came for me those two times, when you were trying to pull my hair out and rip the skin off my back with your nails. Were you fucking delusional then, too?”
She heard him laugh that humourless laugh again, and he turned his head away from her, grinding his teeth in anger. “Maybe you need another fucking demonstration, Bay,” he spat. He finally snatched the gun from her hands and lowered it, smacking it down onto her dresser as he pulled her free of the wall and shoved her into the middle of the room. He spun her round until she stood facing the foot of the bed, his fingers still in her hair in a vicelike grip. He was pressed up against her, cock hard against the cheeks of her ass, and Lily bit her lip as she felt a traitorous, wanton moan rise in her throat.
She had never been turned on by force before. It was not something that had ever even entered her mind, but as Ben growled a harsh “open your fucking legs!” into her ear, Lily felt her vagina tighten in arousal.
“Go to hell!” she seethed. She didn’t care if her body was betraying her, she wasn’t going to admit to wanting this arrogant scumbag. He shoved his foot between hers and forced her legs apart, and then he moved his free hand between them to slide his pants out of the way.
“Let’s see how fucking easy you come for me this time, bitch,” he whispered, grabbing her hip to hold her still as he pushed inside her in one hard thrust. Lily cried out in pain, squirming to try to get away, but Ben held her tight and yanked on her hair even harder, and she was trapped. He was hurting her; every jerk of his hips sent the head of his cock smacking against her cervix and she whined against him, leaning her head back against his shoulder to try to ease the pressure on her scalp.
“What’s the matter, baby?” he growled. “Need a little help?” Ben slid his hand from Lily’s hip down to the short dark curls between her legs. He dipped his middle finger down onto her clit and circled slowly, bringing down his thumb every now and then to pinch the nub of nerve endings. Lily gasped, her back arching in response to Ben’s touch and he groaned back at her as her hips bucked against his.
He was still fucking her hard, but his fingers were working their infuriating magic and she could feel her muscles relaxing, welcoming his broad and veiny cock deeper insider her as he started stroking harder against her clit. Lily’s mouth fell open and she let out a low moan almost directly into Ben’s ear. She didn’t need to see him to know that he was smirking.
“There ya go, Bay,” he whispered. “You feel how deep your cunt is swallowing my dick? You just can’t get enough, can you? You gonna come on my fucking dick again?”
She couldn’t hold it back any longer, and they both knew it. As the heat overcame her body and her legs began to tremble, Lily wrapped her arm around Ben’s neck and pulled him close, muffling her cries against his cheek. The muscles of her vagina pulsed against his cock and he slowed the movement of his hips, sliding his arm around her waist to hold her tight as she unravelled against him.
Ben slid his cock out of Lily’s body, turned her around and pushed her down onto the bed. Her ass was on the edge of the mattress and her legs dangled to the floor. He kneeled in front of her, hooked his arms under her thighs, and suddenly he was inside her again, strong fingers gripping her hips as he pulled her down against him in time with his powerful thrusts. He stared down at her, eyes following her breasts as they swayed in time with the movement of his hips, and Lily felt her toes start to curl in pleasure.
“Ya gonna tell me you like this yet, baby?” Ben groaned, and Lily snorted.
“Not on your fucking life!” she replied. His jaw tightened for a moment, and then she saw that evil fucking grin spread across his face.
“Then maybe we should do something else,” he said, coming to a stop before pulling out of her body. He slid two fingers inside her, curled them upwards to find the patch of her vagina that drove her wild, and slowly started to stroke. He slid his other hand to rest over the pale skin of her pelvis, and rocked his thumb over her clit. She keened in pleasure, her back arching off the bed. The way he was stroking her had her gushing, and within moments his fingers and palm were soaked with her juices.
“Fuck yeah, baby,” Ben whispered. “You are so fucking wet for me.” Lily wanted to tell him he was wrong, despite all of the evidence, but she couldn’t find the words to make a coherent sentence. He slid his fingers back out of her vagina and she moaned in disappointment until he increased the pressure of his thumb against her clit. Slowly, he stroked his soaking fingers down her body until they reached the pucker of her asshole. Lily’s back went ramrod straight as her body tensed in fear.
“Relax, Bay,” Ben soothed, circling his thumb on her clit as he mirrored the movement with his fingers around the opening of her ass. “I ain’t trying to fucking hurt ya. Just fucking take it easy.”
He wasn’t going to back down, Lily knew, and she knew how much this could hurt if she tried to tense up and deny him entry. So as much as she hated the idea, she laid back down and tried her best to relax, as Ben worked one of his big fingers inside her and started to stroke. He eased in deeper, then added another finger, slowly stretching her out and getting her wet. He was still rocking his thumb against her clit, and she moaned as the familiar sensation of his callused hands brought a flush of heat to her skin.
Ben moved his hand from Lily’s clit and slid it under her ass, tilting her hips upwards and leaning down towards her. He licked around her asshole, then splayed his fingers inside her and allowed some of his saliva to drip from his tongue and slide into her. She shivered, and she felt him smile against her thighs as he repeated his movements a couple more times.
He pulled his fingers out of her, straightening as he lined his dick up against her quivering asshole. Ben started to push, and Lily panicked, writhing on the bed trying to find some purchase so that she could wriggle away. He leaned over and slid his hand to her throat and squeezed, not hard enough to stop her breathing, but enough that she had to work to get air into her lungs. Lily stilled, and Ben pressed himself inside her.
Her cry was stifled by his hand on her throat, but Ben could hear her fine, and moaned in response. He released her neck, and slid one hand back to her hips and the other back to her clit as he started to move against her, keeping his movements slow whilst her body adjusted to his cock. She gasped, feeling her body clench around him as he worked her clit, the pleasure mixing with the strange sensation of her ass being filled. He increased his speed, the muscles of his shoulders and arms straining as he pulled her against him over and over, his balls slapping her ass with every stroke of his cock.
Ben groaned harshly, the movement of his hips becoming erratic and his breathing heavy. He was close. “Jesus, Bay,” he hissed. “You’re so fucking tight. I gotta come inside your sweet little ass.” He dug both of his hands into her hips as he buried himself deep, growling in pleasure as she felt him pulse inside her and the warmth of his come flooding her body.
Lily was exhausted, and as Ben slipped off the bed and back into the bathroom to clean himself up, she felt herself drifting off. Her body started to float and all the aches left her limbs as she began to succumb to the welcoming peace of sleep. It felt like only a few moments had passed when she stirred again, and she moaned in disapproval.
Ben was back, sitting on the bed between her legs. His hands were on her thighs, spreading them wide and lifting them into the air, and he lowered his mouth and rasped his tongue from the bottom of her opening to the top of her clit in one long, languorous lick. She gasped, threw herself forward to try to push him away, but as her hands slid into his hair Ben tightened his grip on her thighs in warning. He was pressing hard enough to bruise, and Lily fell back on her elbows, releasing his hair from her fingers as she gripped the sheets until her knuckles were bone white.
She hadn’t let a guy go down on her, not since that asshole of an ex who had made her feel shit about just about every part of her body. She had kicked him out of her life, but his taunts had lingered and she was more than just a little bit paranoid about having another man so up close and personal. Ben wasn’t taking no for an answer, though, and he was going at her with the same enthusiasm he had shown her all night. His long, hot tongue sought out all the folds of her vagina, stroking along her outer lips before moving inside and wriggling its way into her opening.
Ben moaned against her, and that was her undoing. His mouth vibrated against her clit which drew waves of heat directly to her core, but it was the way that he was completely focused on her and the fact that he was clearly enjoying himself that sent Lily’s fears temporarily flying out of her head. The muscles in her thighs relaxed and she felt her legs easing further open, and Ben took the opportunity to delve deeper, allowing his nose to press against her clit as his tongue circled around inside her. He was moving infuriatingly slowly, and before she knew what she was doing, Lily was lifting her hips to press herself harder into his face.
“Ben!” she gasped, her voice an alien croak. She felt him smile against her, and he looked up, an innocent grin on his lips.
“What?” he asked, leaning down to flick his tongue across her clit, quick as lightening. She flinched as if he had hurt her. “You got a problem there, baby?” He slid his fingers up the inside of her thigh, dancing first around her clit, and then down to circle her opening. He pressed against her with the tip of a finger, slowly starting to part her folds and she moaned in anticipation, but in another moment his finger was gone, tracing along her clit once again.
Ben slid up Lily’s body so that he could whisper into her ear. He rubbed one hand over her cheek as he spoke, his other fingers still stroking, but nowhere near as hard or as fast as she needed. “You got yourself all fucking hot and wet there, baby,” he breathed. “You need me to take care of that for ya?” He dipped his finger into her again and stayed there, but not deep enough to give her any kind of relief, and it just made her need it all the more.
“Oh god!” she whimpered. Her hips were bucking against him now and she was too hot to care. “Oh please!”
“Tell me what you need, baby,” he whispered, and Lily whined in dissent. “Tell me,” he went on. “Or I can leave you like this.”
She couldn’t take it. Lily hated having to talk dirty, but the alternative was just unbearable. “Please Ben,” she breathed against his ear. “Put your fingers inside me and fuck me hard.”
He shuddered against her as she spoke, slid a second finger inside her and sank them deep. Lily let out a high pitched squeal as he gave her what she needed, curling his fingers until he found the rougher patch of flesh inside her that made her come apart at the seams.
“That what you need, baby?” he asked, burying his mouth in her throat for a moment and sucking until he was bound to have left a mark. “You can’t get enough of me stretching that tiny little cunt, can you?” He moved back down Lily’s body, latching his mouth over her clit and sucking in a strong, pulsing rhythm as he fucked her with his fingers.
Lily shook, drenched with heat as she felt the tension within her body become unbearable. She was close, so damned close, and she needed him to push her over the edge so much it hurt. “Shit, Ben,” she hissed. “Please!”
“Fuck yeah, baby,” he growled. “Come on my fucking hand.” He slid one more finger inside her and bit down onto her clit, and suddenly she was flying, breathy moans escaping her body as she grabbed at Ben’s head and pulled him tighter against her, grinding her pubic bone into his face until he probably couldn’t breathe. He let her ride it out against him, stroking his fingers against her until it was too much, and she had to push him away. Lily was still shaking, and she collapsed onto her back as Ben eased her legs back onto the bed.
He waited for her breathing to return to normal, and then Ben stood up, turned to grasp Lily’s hands and guided her onto her feet in front of him. He slid his left hand to tangle in the unruly dark hair at the nape of her neck, and bent down to kiss her. She could taste herself on his tongue and she shivered in guilty pleasure. He came up for air, and stroked the thumb of his right hand over her lips.
It was obvious what he wanted. Lily gulped nervously; she had never been particularly confident at sucking cock, and Ben was hardly what she would consider to be a ‘novice-friendly’ size. He tugged on her hair, and she felt herself sinking to her knees in front of him, at eye level with the straining bulge in his pants. Her hands trembled as she freed him from his clothes, and his cock sprang upwards to point directly at her forehead.
She leaned forward until she knew he could feel her breath on his skin, and Ben moaned in anticipation as she opened her mouth. Lily stuck out her tongue and laid it against the base of his cock, delicately licking all the way up until she flicked over the head, and his moan became harsh as his fist tightened in her hair.
“Fuck, Bay,” he groaned. “Stop fucking playing with me and put that cock in your mouth!”
“I,” she whispered, faltering in embarrassment as she felt her cheeks reddening at what she was about to say. “I haven’t really don’t this much before.” He laughed, and she felt her blush deepen, but it wasn’t a cruel laugh.
“They didn’t teach you this in fucking finishing school, huh?” he asked. “Don’t worry Bay, I’ll take care of ya.”
Ben used his hand in Lily’s hair to guide her mouth back to him, and she parted her lips to allow the velvet of the head of his cock inside her mouth. She swirled her tongue around it a couple of times, tasting the slightly salty skin before tightening her lips around it and sucking gently. He groaned, a shiver running down his spine and he did his best to stifle the jerk of his hips that otherwise would have thrust the length of his cock down into the back of Lily’s throat.
“Fuck, baby,” he moaned. “You’re doing just fine. Let me see you swallow a little more, and keep sucking exactly like that.” Lily tilted her head forward to do as he asked and her hair fell into her face. Ben swept it out of the way and held it at the nape of her neck for her, stroking his other hand over her cheek as he angled her mouth and helped her set the pace that he wanted.
“Shit,” he hissed. “I love that fucking mouth, baby.”
Nobody had ever taken the time to help her like this before. The way that Ben was guiding her meant that Lily didn’t have to worry whether she was doing the right thing, and the heated moans that he was making gave her the confidence to take more of him into her mouth than she ever would have dared before. He showed her where to slide her tongue to tease him, and when and how to increase her speed as she sucked. She ran her tongue along the veins in his shaft that felt so good inside her and he moaned in approval. Tentatively, she reached up to cup his balls in her palm and stroke the tip of her finger over his perineum, and Ben gasped as if she’d hurt him. She snatched her hand away and tried to pull her head backwards in panic.
“Don’t fucking stop!” he growled. “Put your hand back, baby. That felt so fucking good.”
Lily did as he asked, squeezing him gently as she brought her other hand up to circle the base of his shaft. His body was tense as a bow, and she started moving against him faster, taking more of him into her mouth until he hit the back of her throat and she gagged hard. She had to back off a little, but didn’t slow down, and Ben’s moans turned animalistic as he felt her throat close around his cock.
She didn’t think of herself as someone who enjoyed giving blow jobs. She had friends who raved about it, insisted they could get themselves off just by sucking off a dick, but Lily had always thought they were crazy. Hearing the moans that were coming out of Ben’s mouth right now though, she felt a thrill shoot up her spine. He was a badass fucking lowlife, but she had him out of control almost as easily as he had done to her, and it felt good.
“Shit, baby,” he hissed. “You are fucking perfect. I’m gonna fucking come in your mouth, Bay.”
Ben’s body was tense again, and Lily felt his balls tighten in her hand as he eased out of her mouth, slid his fingers down to the shaft of his cock and stroked in quick jerks. He threw his head back, face locked in a grimace that almost looked like pain, chest heaving as he finally let out a grunt that made Lily tremble in satisfaction. She leaned forward, opened her mouth wide and let her tongue lap at the head of his cock, catching his come and letting it pool inside her.
She waited until his body stopped pulsing and Ben had started to breathe again. He looked down at her, and Lily slid his cock back into her mouth, allowing his come to run over her tongue as she traced over the ridges and veins of his shaft once again. He slid both hands back into her hair and tightened his fingers against her scalp, tilting her head back so that he could meet her gaze as she tasted him. Slowly, she eased back, leaving her mouth open for a moment after he pulled out of her completely so that he could see his come on her tongue. She swallowed, and the look in his eyes was priceless.
Ben slipped out of the house just as the sun began to rise, and headed for the spot he had left his car on the outskirts of the neighbourhood. By all accounts, he’d fucked up royally. He was supposed to either scare her into keeping her mouth shut, or just take care of the whole situation, not indulge his own fucking fantasies.
He knew she could identify him. She was still alive, and now she had physical evidence she could use against him. He should be worried. Something told him though, that his little Back Bay rich girl wouldn’t exactly want the world to know she’d been fucked every which way by a townie punk, and liked it.
It was her move, and he’d have to just wait and see how she played. He knew one thing for certain, though. He didn’t regret it. Not one fucking bit.
This is the second chapter in my on-going series ‘A Family Man’. I welcome any comments and criticisms, good or bad.I was sitting at the kitchen table drinking a glass of water and going over my journal when Melanie entered. Less than a couple hours ago, our former foster mother and son relationship evolved into a man and woman union. A union that may have resulted in pregnancy and now we were planning our escape from her husband, Robert. Not really an escape really, as she was not a captive and while adultry wouldn’t help her in divorce court, wasn’t illegal either.
Five years ago, I came to live with the Henson’s as their foster child. They came to know of me as I gained local fame for defending myself against an abusive drunk foster dad and complicit mother. While I was little more than a PR opportunity for Robert to increase his social stock value for giving a ‘loving’ home to a broken youth, I was a beloved child to Melanie. Over the years, our bond grew as it was clear we understood each other in ways no one else could. Now, on my 18th birthday, I had been notice by Robert, via Melanie, that I was expected to move out and soon.
Melanie tried to argue with Robert to let me stay, but her pleas fell on deaf ears. Robert, for his snivelling ways, was no idiot. We knew Robert’s jealousy knew no bounds and despite how innocent our bond really was, we decided to keep it from him as best we could, but we failed. He felt threatened by me and given his nature, he had good reason to be.
Robert Henson was a little man, but not just in stature, but in character as well. Robert had an inferiority complex and this, more than anything, sabotaged his relationship with his wife, Melanie. He had seen how I grew within their home, not only my body, but my personality. I was becoming everything he hated. At 5′ 7″ and scrawny, he saw my 6′ 3″ and broad frame as a physical threat, but he also saw my relationship with Melanie as a psychological one. In his mind, it was like when he was growing up all over again. The big, dumb, jock type was once again stealing the woman he loved away from him and he resented me for it. Until now, he couldn’t have been further from the truth. While Melanie was the only person on Earth I did love, it was because she was the first person to relate to me and actually care for me. She made me feel important, like my happiness was vital for her happiness. I simply reciprocated what she gave me and from that we became inseperable. Had Robert just accepted me as a son and saw his wife as she wanted to be seen, all of this could’ve been avoided, but he didn’t. Now, Melanie and I sat in the kitchen, putting together our plan to leave this world behind and begin our own, together, as a family.
“What are you doing, love?” Melanie asked, her voice still quite raspy from the pounding her throat suffered at the end of my cock earlier, as she came up behind me, wrapping her arms around me and pressing her lips to my neck, fingers tracing lazily across the defined torso that lie beneath my cotton tee.
“I’m going over how much money I’ve saved up since I started working and trying to account for two… possibly three.” I replied, reaching behind my chair, between us, to rub Melanie’s toned and flat belly that harbored a womb filled to overflowing with my cum. “And I’m not seeing us getting very far on it.” I added, disappointingly.
Melanie, being the loving, caring Goddess of mercy and devotion she was rounded the chair to my side and gently raised her leg, stepping across my lap before straddling me and placing her hands behind my neck. I know it could be weeks before Melanie’s body would start to change, in preparation for carrying a child, provided I even got her pregnant, but she still looked different to me now, somehow. As I looked into her eyes, I saw such peace, such love, in them. Even though I had no idea how we were going to make it happen, the look in her eyes had nothing but trust and belief in them.
“It’s okay, David.” She said, as she leaned in, placing my head to her chest and stroking it like a mother consoling a scared child. “I know you’ll find a way for us and it doesn’t matter if we have to live in a cardboard box, I’m never going to leave your side.” She brought her lips to mine and we shared a quiet moment together. “Besides, I have money too, you know.”
“I think you should hold onto that, in case… you know.” I suggested, inferring that she keep it as a ‘way out’ should she come to regret her decision.
She let out a chuckle before giving me a tender smile, “I see I’m going to have my work cut out for me convincing you that I’m your bitch, David.”
“Yeah, I’m thinking you are. Maybe I should get you a collar and leash to help remind me.” I joked.
“Mmmm, if you believe that will help, I think I’d like being your ‘pet’.” She mused, as she started grinding herself on me, thoughts of leather and chains filling her head as she knelt at her ‘Master’s’ feet.
“Maybe a cage and feeding bowls for my bitch and her pups, eh?” I added, not believing the words coming out of my mouth.
“Ooh, and don’t forget the newspaper, in case I have an accident.” Melanie laughed, as she dry humped me.
“I would’ve figured you’d be too sore for that.” I said, referring to her grinding on me.
“I am, but I can’t help it.” She cooed, really working her hips over my now hardened cock. “I need it in me and besides, these are your holes now, not mine. Sluts don’t get to decide when they get fucked, do they, David?”
I grabbed Melanie under her tiny ass and stood up. She locked her legs around my waist, clinging to me until I had decided where I was going to use her sloppy slot. I didn’t have to go far, as I moved to the other end of the table and laid her down on it, her ass near the edge. I quickly undid my waistband and fly, pulling my pants down to my knees. I wasn’t in the mood for foreplay or getting naked so I did the same to Melanie. She lifted her ass enough to help me peel her tight fitting jeans over her butt and I stopped once her swollen cunt came into view. Even though we had just showered not long ago, the smell of our sex and cum was still pungent as traces of our previous events were still present deep inside her.
Like a watering mouth, Melanie’s gooey hole oozed out limitless quantities of natural lubricant that I worked my dick against, coating it for the task ahead. Her vagina still hadn’t returned to its normal diameter so pushing back inside her would prove to be much easier this time. Rocking my hips back and forth, I ran my cock between her lips, smearing her slimy essence across my expansive girth, from the very tip, to the base, my balls pressed against her anus. Melanie, ever devoted to my cock, wanted to bring her hands down for continued worship, but I told her to hold her legs up, moaning her disappointment.
“Shut up, whore.” I scolded her. “This isn’t love making. This isn’t special.” I told her. “I have an itch to scratch and right now, you’re nothing more than a cockpocket for me to blow a load in.”
Melanie squealed in delight at learning of her sub-human purpose. Her body squirmed as her hungry, wet cunt became a seperate entity, taking control of her body and seeking my thick beast to consume. I scooped several generous amounts of her femininity, still mixed with my buried cum onto my hand before painting my cock with it, my own precum dripping onto the floor below as I did.
Once I was wet, I didn’t bother with much setup or positioning. I just pointed my tip in the general direction of her hole and thrust. Her cries of passion and pain drowned out the popping and slurping sound of my cock blowing up her tight tunnel, displacing the fluids flowing down it’s walls to quickly eject from between our flesh. I plunged her pipe vigorously in a race to breed my whore for the forth time that morning.
True to my word, that she was just a means to an end for me, I pumped my cum into her abused hole in a matter of minutes. Once the last few spasms subsided, I pulled out. There was a small pool of our combined juices smeared down her ass and gathering on the table. I took a moment and admired my handiwork before stepping back from the table.
“Clean it, cunt.” I commanded, standing there with my hands on my waist.
Eager to perform her duty, Melanie rolled forward into the collection of goo that spilled out of her, causing her to jump a little at how much and cold it was before hopping off the table. She squat down, careful to keep her flowing snatch from dripping into her pants or panties and commenced to sucking me clean.
“I could do this forever.” She moaned during her ministrations. “I love this babymaker almost as I love the man its attached to.” She winked.
“Stay.” I said, as I broke contact with my little hooverwhore to retrieve my journal for study while she performed her task. “Continue.”
“Thank you, David.” She said, as she finished scrubbing the last part of my groin with her tongue.
“You’re not done, slut.” I said, pointing to the spillage on the table and gathering mess on floor from her own pussy as she cleaned me. “Go get a bowl so you can at least have a snack after your hard work.” I grinned wickedly.
“As you wish.” She smiled back, pulling up her pants enough to work her legs, but her gait even more jacked up as it was clear she was extremely sore from the recent use.
As Melanie went to grab a bowl to collect her ‘treat’, I pulled my pants back up and returned to the table to continue trying to work out a budget. She returned, holding the bowl between her legs to catch our fluids as she ‘cleaned’ the table and floor. When she had finished, she knelt down next to me.
“I’m done, David.” She said. “May I have my snack now, please?” She asked, coyly.
I turned my head to glance over the area. “Yes, but I don’t think I need to tell my bitch how to eat from her bowl, do I?”
“Oh, no, David.” She said. “This bitch knows exactly how you want her to eat. Thank you, David.” She added before placing the bowl on the floor, at my feet, and lowered her head to earn her reward.
“Well done, slut.” I praised and went back to my calculations as she moaned her gratitude, her pants still pulled down.
No matter how many corners I tried to cut, there was just no way the earnings from the measly teen job I had could cover both of us for very long, despite the fact I had been saving for the past two years in anticipation of Robert pulling this kind of stunt. Perhaps if we found a shitty apartment here in the city I might be able to make it work until I found a better job, but we couldn’t stay here. Although what we were planning to do wasn’t illegal, Robert would be unlikely to just let it go. He was an activist lawyer. It was his job to fuck over people he didn’t like and I was stealing his wife from him. No, we had to get far from this place, this state. We needed to disappear and hope he never found us, at least until he got over it, but knowing Robert, he’d never get over it.
I wasn’t afraid of Robert physically. Hell, if that’s all it took, I’d run down to his office this moment and give him some wall-to-wall counselling. No, I feared his connections and his ability to destroy lives with flick of a pen. He could ruin our names, make it impossible to find decent work, loans, services. We’d be defenseless against him and I didn’t like being defenseless, but without money of my own, I wouldn’t be able to fight back. No, now was the time to run, to hide and hopefully buy enough time to figure out a way to keep him away forever. Then it hit me, my name.
When I was given up to the state, I only had the name David, my middle and surnames having been withheld. Right now, I was David Henson, but that was only because of my fosters. I had seven foster homes over the years, eight if you count the Henson’s and my name changed with each one. Furthermore, my records were sealed each time I changed parents, meaning if I could discover who my birth parents were, I could legally take their name. Robert would really have his work cut out for him to dig back through my history, getting all my files unsealed, just to discover who my birth parents were, that is if he even figures this all out. He’s smart, but like I’ve said before, I am too, but I like to make people believe I’m an idiot and Robert is one of those I’ve fooled. Surely he wouldn’t think me capable of planning this, let alone, executing it successfully.
Melanie had finished her ‘treat’ and joined me on my lap as I discussed the plan with her. Sure, she was my wanton, submissive, whore, but she was smart, very smart and I valued her far more for her intellect than her willing depravity. I ran the plan by her and she agreed it was a good idea. She also convinced me that we needed her money if we were to make this work, citing that, like her body, everything about her belonged to me. Over the coming months, she would be very patient as I learned to accept her meaning. She was mine, mind, body and soul and had surrendered to me completely. Mine was to take, her’s was to give, but she knew it would take time for me to come to terms with that. God, I loved that woman.
Her car was in Robert’s name, but mine wasn’t. It was one of the few things that I alone owned. It was a piece of shit, but it ran and we could get away in it. Melanie had quite a few more suitcases than me to fit her clothing and other personal items, but we were able to get them all into the car pretty easily. There wasn’t much she wanted from her home, not even her memories from her childhood. She told me that a new life for her began today and today marked the end of her old life. Family, friends, people and things she knew before were effectively wiped from existence as I was her new existence. I and a possible baby being conceived in her womb at that moment. Did I think she was insane for going through this with me? Yes, but did I make any attempt to stop her? No. I had found my soulmate and I would walk with her through the flames of Hell before I’d give her up.
Another major advantage I had over Robert was that I still remembered the names of my first foster parents and which state and town they lived in, meaning I wouldn’t have to work my way back through the entire list of fosters I had. I reasoned, they would’ve been living within the same geographical region as my birth parents so at least I’d have a place to start searching. By mid-afternoon, a couple hours before Robert would get home, Melanie and I were on the road heading out of town on our way to Illinois. I hoped that we would have enough of a headstart to make it impossible for Robert to track us down.
Being this was 1992 there was no internet or online banking and large franchise banks were only something corporations used. Furthermore, while they did have ATM’s, and debit cards, they were very localized so people had to rely on checks or credit cards in leiu of cash and neither of us had credit cards. We decided to stop at our bank and empty our accounts. By using cash, we could avoid a paper trail for Robert to follow, but the problem with cash was we now had everything of value on us. We needed to be very careful about where we went and where we stayed, because should the wrong kind of person see our money, we could be left penniless.
It only took us a couple of days to make it to Illinois, but that was the easy part of the trip. Running on a memory from when I was four, I had to hope I could find the house I lived in for only a few years in some rural town. It was getting into the evening as we were only about twenty miles from my ‘childhood’ home so we decided to pull into a motel in a moderate sized city and make the rest of the trip the following morning. We were forced to use a seedier motel since they would accept cash and didn’t ask for ID. However, a seedy motel tends to invite seedy clientele. The last thing we needed was the wrong element to see our cash or belongings for there to be trouble.
To protect our belongings, we were forced to empty the car and bring everything into the motel room. This attracted the attention of some guys who happened to be hanging out outside a local dive across the small parking lot. It didn’t help that Melanie, despite her best efforts to look plain and having not washed in nearly two days, still looked like a knockout. They started making cat-calls at Mel as she helped move luggage into the room. Perhaps a normal woman might caution her husband from taking action, to ignore the men, but Mel knew better. Her place wasn’t to question me, but more importantly, she knew I wouldn’t be roused to action from a handful of inappropriate comments directed at her.
That’s what I loved most about my relationship with Melanie. We got each other. We understood one another as if we were cut from the same cloth. We were two sides of the same coin, the Alpha and the omega, the Top and the bottom. We agreed that it had to be divine intervention to bring us together as we could almost think for one another. I guess that is what made her total descent into submission so easy and comfortable for her. She was always submissive, but she had never so completely given over to Robert like she had for me. She did as she was told and she gave him what he desired, but she did so out of commitment to her vows. For me, she did so out of desire. For all intents and purposes, I was her God, her everything and trusting me to make the right decisions for both of us came as naturally as breathing.
I didn’t look at the guys directly, but I was able to use the side mirror on the car to keep watch as I unloaded bags for Melanie to carry inside. I was hoping we’d get all of our things inside and close the door behind us before the drunks got frustrated, but that was too much to ask.
“Hey, bitch! How ’bout you dump that chump and come party with us?” One of the guys yelled to Melanie, who ignored them, continuing her task. “Hey! I’m talking to you, bitch!” He yelled.
That’s when I saw them mumble something to themselves before starting to walk over to us.
“Hey, man!” The loud-mouthed one shot out. “Hey, you got a nice woman there!”
I had just handed the last piece of luggage off to Melanie and it was time to make a decision. I could follow behind her, go inside, close and lock the door and hope the guys go back to the bar or I could turn and try to talk to them. The first option appeared to be the safest, but I didn’t need the guys banging on the door or fucking with my car, which I felt they were likely to do if I continued to ignore them when they had to know I was aware of their presence. On the other hand, if I went to confront the men, it’d be four against one if it turned violent and they might be armed, however I’d have an open parking lot to maneuver in, I was bigger than any of them and perhaps I could talk them into going back to the bar. I chose option three.
I turned and walked toward the men as they approached. They started laughing, making sarcastic remarks about me standing up for my woman and just general big talking. I made sure that I appeared as non-threatening as possible as I walked toward them. I put on my boyish smile and even put my hands in my pockets, well, just my fingers actually. I wanted to appear non-threatening, but still be able to bring my hands up if need be.
“Hey, Dude, you know it’s rude to igno-” He never had a chance to finish.
Putting my long, muscular legs into action, I launched myself forward, closing the remaining distance and catching them by surprise, my right hand flying from my pocket into a fist as I swung. The snapping of cartilage echoed in the quiet parking lot as I drove my fist forward, sending the loud-mouth falling backward, laid out cold. I had already selected my targets before I started over here so I was already turning on the biggest of them before they even had a chance to process what had just happened.
You see, when half of your childhood is spent on the receiving end of a drunk adult’s violent outbursts, you learn a lot. You learn that a child versus and adult can seem like eight versus one and each one is much bigger and much stronger than you. You learn what it’s like to get hit by a truck and you learn how deflect, absorb or evade the blow entirely. You learn where it hurts most to get hit and where to allow your oppenents to land ineffective blows. You learn to practice and hone your skills so that the eight versus one becomes the one versus one it was supposed to be. But, most importantly, you learn to choose your fights carefully, read your opposition and never EVER let the alcohol write checks your ass can’t cash.
My next victim took a solid left to his diaphram, stealing the wind from his lungs, followed by a right hook to the coratid artery sending him into nappy-time on the pavement next to his friend. By going after the big one, I would’ve had to turn my back to one of the other two if I wanted to continue my attack, which I very much did, so the third one, who was finally bringing his hands up to defend, was met with my foot lifting him off the ground a couple inches by a swift kick to the balls, three down.
I turned toward number four. By now, loud-mouth was just a lump of bleeding humanity. Number two was sleeping it off peacefully for the moment and number three was trying to make noises of some kind as he was doubled over from the taste of the testicles that were just kicked into the back of his throat. Number four was beside himself and I knew the fight had left him, but I still needed him for the moment. Time to talk this out.
“Listen to me.” I said calmly, but sternly. The panicked number four just stood there, shaking. “Hey, are you listening?” I tried to snap him back to the moment. He looked at me then his friends then back at me and nodded. “Okay, good. Now listen carefully. Do you have a car?” He nodded. “Good, this is what you’re going to do. You’re going to collect your friends and you’re going to drive them home, do you understand?” He nodded. “You’re not going to come back here.” He shook his head. “You’re not going to call more friends and they’re not going to come back here.” He shook his head again. “You’re all going to sleep this off… except for that guy, he might need to see a doctor tomorrow, but you’re going to convince your friends to forget about me, right?” He nodded.
I turned and started walking away, number four waiting for me to go away before making a move. I stopped and turned back around.
“One more thing.” Number four quickly turned toward me. “Sort your life out, Dude. Keep this up and one day, you might come across someone who’ll put you in the dirt rather than just put you down.” Number four just nodded. I gestured that he needed to get going and he quickly ran over to their car to bring it around and gather his friends. I turned and walked back to the motel room, Melanie opened the door as I approached, closing and locking it behind me.
“Are you okay?” She asked, trying to get a look at my hands.
“I’m fine, but horny as hell.” I pulled her to me, kissing her passionately.
“I wish you’d beat me that hard.” She smiled, after breaking our kiss.
“Tomorrow, let’s pick up some lube. I think it’s time I ruin that ass.” I smirked giving her a meaty swat on her cheek, making her jump.
“You’re so mean to me, making me wait.” She cooed, turning around in my arms and grinding her ass against my swollen cock.
“Besides, I like it when you clean my cock after sex and the butt is…” I reminded her.
“So?” She asked nonchalantly. “I’m your whore, David. Cleaning your cock, regardless of where it’s been, is a privilege for me. In fact, the idea of it being inside my dirty ass makes the act all the more meaningful to me.”
“Fuck, you ARE a nasty slut.” I said in amazement.
“Mmmm, but I’m YOUR nasty slut.” She moaned.
I reached down, grabbing her t-shirt above her jeans and pulled it up. Melanie lifted her arms, helping me in pulling it off and dropping it on the floor. She tried to turn, but I held her in place. I wanted to lean my head down and kiss her neck, but she was just too short to do so without breaking contact with her back. Instead, I ran one hand up to her right breast, pushing her bra cup over the top of it and cupping it in my hand, lightly twisting her nipples. With my other, I drew my fingers down her taut belly to unfasten her button fly. Melanie wrapped one arm around each of mine, restraining herself and exposing her torso for my examination and exploration. As I slid my thick fingers down the front of her panties, she began to grind on them and her ass on my cock. Melanie turned her head to lick and bite my bicep, her chest rising and falling heavily under my manipulations.
I moved my hand from her tit and around to her back, bending her over enough to expose her bra clasp. I took it between my finger and thumb and twisted, popping it free. Melanie shucked it from her body as I brought her back to my chest to begin feeling her up again.
“Pull your pants down.” I whispered. She slid her arms down to her waistband and pulled her jeans and panties down past her ass. The funk of two days without a bath or shower hit us in the nose, but rather than repulse us it aroused us with it’s pungent odor. I buried a finger into her hot slot as my palm pressed against her clit. Melanie moaned, thrusting her hips back against me, pressing back against my palm while trying to ride the thick digit pumping her hole. I took a nipple between my finger and thumb and began applying gradual pressure as I started twisting it. As if her nipple were a faucet knob, her pussy began drooling its womanly liquid over my finger. I held Melanie tightly against my chest and lifted her off the ground, using my finger currently hooked inside her to aid me and carried her over to the bed. I lowered her enough to where her feet were on the bed and her legs bent. “Keep stripping.” I ordered. Held in place only by my arm around her body and my finger in her cunt, she reached down and pulled her legs from her pants, her breath rapidly increasing by the ragdoll treatment I was giving her.
With her clothes off, I unceremoniously dropped her onto the bed so I could match her current state of undress. Melanie dove at my jeans as I pulled my shirt overhead, unbuttoning them to speed my process. She went straight for my stinky cock as soon as it was freed from its denim prison, stroking it expertly as she nursed on my nuts.
“Yeah, clean that filthy cock, you nasty bitch.” I urged on.
“God, I’m such a dirty cunt!” She moaned sucking and slurping my groin, “Feed me your filth, please! I need it!”
I ripped off the last remnants of my clothing and stood at the edge of the bed as Melanie, on her hands and knees, ministered her ritualistic devotions to my royal scepter. She was small enough that I could easy bend over the back of her body to access her pussy and ass. I plunged my middle finger into her dripping hole, getting it well lubed before retracting it and jamming it to the second knuckle in her butthole. Melanie jumped at the suddenness of it, but wouldn’t be distracted from her function as fluffer. I inserted my middle and ring finger of my left hand back into her pussy as I began pumping my right middle in and out of her dainty dumper.
“You know this is going to hurt, Mel.” I warned her of impending shellacking her shitter was going to get.
“Wreck me, Baby!” She cried out as her first orgasm triggered just from the anticipation of what was to come. “Put your bitch in her place.” She crooned before taking my head in her mouth.
Gripping with the fingers I currently had embedded inside her, I began to pull Melanie toward my impaled cock as I thrust my hips forward. She held tightly to the bedding for stability as I rocked her back and forth on my dick. She was still no where near capable of deep throating me, but she had relaxed enough that I could at least ram my tip into her esophagus before it became too tight to pass any further without excessive force. I’d pull her back enough that her saliva could run freely down my shaft where it would later aid in my insertion into her tightest of holes.. Meanwhile, I continued to abuse her rosebud, digging deeper, pulling and proding her sphincter in an effort to make it loosen up. I listened to her muffled cries of pain and ecstacy as I spit roasted her.
When I felt I was as lubed as I was going to get I pulled everything out and stepped back. Melanie, knowing it was time quickly turned around. She put her head down on the bed, sticking her pretty little butt into the air, a monument to her place in this world as “David’s whore”. She stuck both hands between her spread legs, probably to play with herself and me once I got started, but dormant for now. With my cock, dripping with saliva, in hand I stepped up behind my gorgeous slut and positioned my tip at her puckered bung. She flinched as if shocked by static as I came into contact with her. A brief concern of hyperventilation occured to me as I saw her whole body starting to shake with the speed at which she was breathing.
While it seemed to take ages to penetrate her vagina before, that was nothing compared to how careful I’d have to be here. I know we both had visions of me violently slamming into her butt and riding it like a machine, but the truth was, this was likely to be the most painful experience of her life, if I could even get inside her at all. Sure, with time, practice and plenty of toys of varying sizes to train her with, I probably wouldn’t have any trouble getting in there, but she’d never had anal before and I’m sure the biggest shit she’d ever had was less than half my size. I released the mouthful of saliva I had been saving up, letting it dribble over my cockhead and her anus. Using my tip, I did my best to work it into her entrance and pooling it so it would proceed my cock, lubing her as I entered.
The most important part was getting my tip inside and it wasn’t going to really begin to relax until her anus had less spongy to adjust to, something stiffer like my shaft. With one hand, I held my cock just below the head and my other on her lower back, to hold her still. With a constant steady pressure I pushed forward and I wasn’t going to stop until I was inside. Melanie gasped and I could see her hands flailing beneath me, between her legs, as she fought against the urge to use them to try and stop me, to get me to pull out. She was such a good girl, so committed to making me happy. I couldn’t imagine what suffering she was going through as I stretched her ring beyond her imagination, yet she was able to control her instincts and let me have what I want from her. Nearly as soon as it had begun, it was over as my bulbous tip disappeared within her rectum and her anus was able to shrink, if ever so slightly, around my hardened shaft. I could see tears running over the bridge of her nose as she lie there with her head turned. I fought the urge to withdraw as well, as I knew the pain of my being inside her was nothing compared to the pain she would feel at disappointing me, knowing that she couldn’t pleasure me whenever, where ever, how ever I desired.
“Breath, baby.” I said to her, stroking her back gently as I held still inside her, allowing her to adjust to my size.
Melanie didn’t speak, but she did nod her head as she tried taking deeper breaths, but the pain was excrutiating, impeding her efforts to relax. Normally, her moans could include pleasure with her pain, but at the moment, there was no pleasure to be had from her as she tried to shut off the part of her brain that registered pain. I held my position until she began getting her breathing under control, then I pressed half an inch deeper. Her eyes bulged and she cried out as the thin tissue of her rectum was instantly stretched to capacity like two hands yanking on opposite ends of a paper towel. I wanted to continue this pace for eternity until she could take me in my entirety, but another problem arose. Do to the lack of movement and the constricting nature of her sphincter, I was starting to lose my erection. I had to step up the pace of things or risk getting too limp and being force out of her, but she wasn’t going to like it.
“I’m sorry, Mel.” I said apologetically before pushing more of myself into her, still slowly, but continuously now.
Melanie began crying out loud now. Her tender hole being forcibly gaped beyond her ability to cope. She lost her battle with her hands and they immediately came out from under her, grasping at my thighs, desperate to push back. She began shaking her head, crying it was ‘too much’, begging me to pull out. I immediately thought back to our first session back in her bedroom. Back to when I was worried about pushing her vows to the limit of their meaning. Now was that moment, the moment where I would put those words to the test and find out if her body, her holes really did belong to me or if it was, just ‘talking dirty’. I pushed deeper and deeper. I grabbed her by the wrists, wrenching them from my thighs and used them as reins to keep her from getting away. I needed to speak to her, to appeal to her submissive nature. I needed to distract her from the pain.
“This is MY hole, whore, or have you forgotten so quickly that you gave it to me?” I said, my voice cold, commanding. “You asked me to hurt you, I told you I was going to hurt you and now, you’re going to hurt, badly, and it’s not going to stop until I’m satisfied.”
Something clicked within Melanie. She was still crying, but she heard what I said, she remembered what she had said. If her words were to mean anything to me, then she had to back them up with action right now. She did the only thing she could do at the moment.
“MORE!” She screamed, giving herself over to her suffering. Selling her very soul to the pits of Hell for the bliss of torture.
I pressed home, driving myself to the hilt, my pevis pressed tightly against her ass, my balls resting on her spitting cunt. She came.
Melanie couldn’t utter a word nor make a sound as she screamed out in silence the majesty of her orgasm. Her mouth, gaping like a fish suffocating on the shore, gasped quietly as her mind was currently being flooded with oxytocin and dopamine. I immediately began pulling out, surveying my cock for traces of blood to determine if I had done any damage. Seeing none, I pushed back into her. I was egged on by Melanie gripping my wrists tightly as I held hers, completing our bond. I started to pick up a rhythm, but always making sure nothing had broken inside. Yes, I could’ve seriously hurt her by doing what I did and yes, I was foolish for doing it, but something inside me told me to go for it. Everything about Mel and I felt right. The connection we shared cannot be explained, only experienced. We both knew, deep down, that I needed to ‘take’ her just like I did and just trust that everything would work out okay, just like everything between us seems to do. God, I loved that woman.
I was able to keep Melanie in a constant state of gland induced orgasm as I railed her virgin hole. My balls dripped from the sporadic jets of fluid ejactulated from her urethra during her orgasmic surges. Eventually I released her wrists and held her hips, using them as handles while I stabbed my cock into her ass relentlessly. Melanie pretty much just laid there, too lost in her own chemical induced tour of Nirvana to be very reactive. I wasn’t going to be that far behind her myself.
After a flurry of thrusts I felt my balls begin to twitch as my load boiled up from their depths and soon after I was spraying my genetic code deep inside Melanie’s bowels. I hammered myself to the root rocking myself in place as load after creamy load powerwashed her rectum. There was only one other time I was able to be so completely inside of Melanie and that was our first sexual encounter when we were able to seat me to the hilt in her mouth and throat, but this was the first time I was able to cum while doing so and it felt spectacular. Just feeling her love encompassing my entire length and girth while I released myself was mindblowing.
I wanted to collapse, I wanted to fall down on top of my lovely Mel and remain inside her like we do when I fuck her pussy, but I knew I couldn’t do that this time. She would be coming down off her orgasm soon as well and even though I had just came inside her, I knew that my lube was being absorbed by her frail anal lining. If I didn’t extract myself soon, I might tear her trying to get out later and we had been very lucky so far. Still though, I didn’t want to pull all the way out and leave her gaping so I decided to keep myself inserted past the tip and let her push me out naturally. Gently, I eased Mel and I down on the bed together, spooning her in my arms as she returned from what we would discover was ‘sub-space’.
“Thank you.” I finally heard her whisper as she cuddled in my arms. “Thank you for making me yours.” I was glad to see my efforts to test the limits of her vows appreciated.
“I’m proud of you, Mel.” I kissed her head.
“I thought I was your slut?” She asked.
“You’re whatever I tell you you are.” I reminded her.
“Mmmm.” She cooed. “Yes. I am whatever you tell me I am.” Clearly pleased with my answer.
“Now, don’t you have a job to do, slut?” I asked, wanting to get this taken care of so we could get a real shower.
“Of course, forgive me, David.” She smiled as she began to stir.
Melanie, mindful of my cock plugging her cum-filled ass, rolled away from me so as not to spill on me as she dislodged my cock from her. Like her pussy, my cock made an audible ‘plop’ as the seal broke between our two fleshes causing my essence to immediately begin leaking out. Quickly, Melanie hopped off the bed, grabbing her panties to wad them up and shoving them between her crack to stem the flow. A little embarrassed, she sheepishly smiled and climbed back onto the bed to begin the disgusting task of cleaning her anal filth, cum and pussy juice from my groin. I tried not to think about it, but I couldn’t help but feel aroused by the depravity of it all. Such a gorgesous and wholesome woman on the outside being reduced to a corrupted, immoral animal was unquestionably appealing, especially with the eagerness and enthusiasm she displayed when defiling herself.
“You like your little job, don’t you?” I mocked her as she worked.
“No, David. I LOVE it!” She exclaimed, as she embraced the creature she had become.
After she had completed her task, she went to the bathroom to run a shower for us. When it was ready, we repeated what would become routine in our relationship. She would wash me from my chest down, while I took care of the rest. She would attempt to suck me off, but whether or not I took her up on it depended on me. After that, she would kneel under me, between my legs and proceed to wash herself. Although this was only the second shower we had together, I thought I would add another aspect of our shower routine.
As Melanie started washing herself, I looked down at her and placed my hand on her forehead, tipping her head back.
“Open.” I said and she did, thinking I had reconsidered the blowjob.
I squatted a bit, bringing the head of my heavy cock just above her open mouth and holding my dick, I began to relieve my bladder.
“Drink.” I commanded, as my urine sprayed into her.
Melanie was taken by surprise at first causing her to flinch from the pressure of the spray hitting the back of her mouth. She backed away from it for a moment until she realized what new purpose I had for her. Quickly she clamped her lips down on my tip to catch my flow. She did her best, but the angle at which we were trying this was too steep preventing her from successfully keeping up with the flow. vast quantities of my golden essence spilled from mouth from backed up pressure causing it to run down her chin and cheeks. Still though, she made no further efforts to retreat and generally appeared to enjoy her new job.
“I’m sorry, David. I didn’t mean to waste any.” She apologized.
“It’s okay, slut. We’ll try another way next time.” I consoled her. “Did you like it?”
Melanie laughed at my question and kissed the tip of my cock seductively, respectfully. “David, I won’t rest until you’ve understood that I will love anything and everything about you. I am your slut, David.”
I stroked her cheek and she kissed my palm. “I love you, Melanie, and I am grateful you are in my life.”
“I love you too, David, and you ARE my life.” She stared up at me with longing and love in her eyes.
Normally, we would end our shower together and she would dry me before drying herself, but I wanted her to have the time to clean out her ass so she wouldn’t leak all over during sleep, so I dried myself off and hopped into bed. About a half hour later, Melanie, ass and mouth cleaned, joined me. We turned off the lights and shared passionate kisses in each others arms for a while before curling up together and drifting off to sleep. Tomorrow was going to be a big day, potentially.
How Eve and I first metWhat I’ve written below describes how I met Eve. When she read my narrative, Eve made a number of edits – mostly to the conversations we shared – to reflect what she recalls saying and to reflect the way that she speaks.
Some people may complain that I’ve included too much detail in the description of how we met, or that the narrative is too slow to progress. Both Eve and I respectfully disagree and think that it is important that a reader understand all of the circumstances surrounding the events that transformed our lives. It’s the only way that anything makes sense.
We are not posting this everywhere – only on stories.xnxx.com – and if there’s enough interest we will share more of our memories of how our relationship developed. It was (and continues to be) an incredible experience.
Robbie & Eve 12 October 2012
Traffic on I-95 wasn’t too bad as I headed north through New Jersey toward New York. Three days of meetings and property tours around Trenton had been very productive and I had just one last client to visit outside of Boston before I could head back north to Montreal. I could have flown rather than spending time on the road, but I love driving and it allows me to drop in unannounced on properties owned by the REIT (real estate investment trust) that I work for. My surprise visits help to keep our property managers on their toes.
It was an exceptionally cold Friday morning in January and the radio announcers were warning that a powerful snowstorm would move into the region from the Midwest during the afternoon. I wasn’t particularly worried because I’d probably be fairly close to Boston by the time the snowflakes started to fall and the Escalade was a real snow machine. Still, driving in the conditions they were describing wouldn’t be ideal, so I clicked the “+” on the cruise control a few times to move along a bit more quickly.
I’m a creature of habit and I tend to use the same rest areas every time I travel to top off on gas and to pick up coffee or snacks. The last plaza before the insanity that surrounds New York City is one of my regular stops, so I glided in and pulled up to a pump. Despite the bitter cold, the usual herd of road warriors was camped out in front of the fast food restaurant holding cardboard signs that read “Albany”, “Hartford” and a rather optimistic “Portland”. I assumed that the fellow meant Maine and not Oregon. I’d given rides to people in the past that looked relatively harmless and the conversations were usually interesting. I could have helped “Hartford” out, but he looked pretty strung out and I thought the better of it.
One of the things I like best about travelling in the U.S. is that I can fill up the Escalade for a lot less than in Quebec – even so, it’s a hungry beast and it takes a while to feed. The cold was seeping through my jacket as I stood in the wind and I promised myself to buy something warmer when I got home. After the pump clicked off, I replaced the nozzle and took my receipt – then I moved to the back of the Escalade to get my winter boots. There was no reason to wear my dress shoes if it was going to get sloppy outside and my feet were pretty cold.
As I pulled my boots from underneath my travel bag, I heard a muted “Bonjour” from behind me. This is hardly a typical greeting in the U.S., where French is not heard very often. I turned around and saw what I initially thought was a child wearing a puffy parka and ski pants. When I looked a bit closer I realized that the “child” was a female and that she was, in fact, not a child. It was difficult to tell because of the parka and her hood, but she was probably in her early 20’s and about five feet tall. She held a cardboard sign that read “Canada” in large block letters and wore a backpack that was almost as large as she was.
I said bonjour in return, and then asked her in English where she was from. She switched over to English and said, “Cote-des-Neiges”, which is a neighborhood off the Autoroute Decarie in Montreal, just a few kilometers from where I live. She pointed at my license plate.
“I had to come over when I saw you were from Quebec. Are you on your way back?”
I told her that I was, but that I had to make a stop outside of Boston before heading for the border through New Hampshire and Vermont.
“Is there any way I could get a ride, at least to the border?”
I told her that I also lived in Montreal and that I wouldn’t mind bringing her the entire way home if she didn’t mind getting back after midnight.
“God, I really appreciate it. I promise I won’t bother you, ok?”
I smiled and asked her name as I helped her take off her backpack. I noticed it was quite heavy as I put it into the back of the Escalade and I wondered silently how she managed it.
“It’s Eve. Nice to meet you, uhm…”
I told her that my name was Robert but that everyone called me Robbie. She nodded her head and I opened the passenger door for her.
“Hmmm, a real gentleman.”
I walked around to my side and started the engine, adjusting the heat up by a few degrees to get rid of the chill. Eve settled in quickly and pulled her hood back – at that moment I realized that she was probably a French Canadian / Native American mix because of her high cheekbones, complexion and eye shape. She had her hair tightly pulled up, a hairstyle that I found wasn’t particularly flattering for her, but she was definitely attractive and had a friendly face.
We sat silently and listened to music as I reentered the flow of traffic on I-95 and headed north. I didn’t want to pry, but I finally asked what she was doing in the U.S., and how she ended up at a rest area in New Jersey.
“Well, I needed to get away from Montreal for a while, so I packed a few things back in September and flew to New York. I explored the city for a while, and then decided to have an adventure by hitchhiking down to Key West to see the sunset over the Gulf. I never got there because I spent so much time in Washington D.C. and Atlanta with friends. I’ve been on my way home for about a week.”
I asked her if she felt safe hitchhiking and if she experienced any problems.
“Well I guess the whole point of doing it was to meet all kinds of people, and I did that. The good thing was that I didn’t have a schedule or anything, so I wasn’t under any pressure. I’ve been very picky about the people I take a ride from, and you’re an example of that. I don’t think a well-dressed guy driving a huge SUV is going to be a problem.”
I smiled at my first thought, which was that she should tell that to the former shareholders of Enron.
“I had trouble twice, once when I was in Georgia and a real jerk tried to pick me up like I was a prostitute. I also ran into an idiot last night in Baltimore. He was heading up to Albany and seemed ok at first, but he started making stupid jokes about sex and I knew where that could go if I didn’t get out of the car.”
“Basically it’s been great and I don’t want to make it like those two ruined it or anything.”
I asked her where her family was from, which is a politically correct way of figuring out what race someone is. She paused and stared out of her window for a moment before answering.
“My dad was born in Montreal and he took over my grandfather’s import business when he was in his 30’s. He met my mom when he was on business in Hong Kong and they had a long distance relationship for a few years. He brought her back to Canada after they were married and I came along about a year after that. So, to answer what you were really asking, I’m half Chinese, half French Canadian.”
I admitted that my first impression was that she was a Native American mix.
“Yeah, I get that a lot actually. It isn’t always a good thing because they are discriminated against so badly and really misunderstood.”
I asked her if she was close to her parents.
“It’s kind of complicated. My mom and dad fought a lot because she was a super conservative Chinese and he was a swinging-dick Quebecois that flirted with women a lot, even when she was standing right next to him.”
“Anyway, my mom finally divorced my dad after she caught him in bed with his assistant. She went back to Hong Kong when I was seven years old but she left me with my dad so that I would grow up in Canada and have more opportunities.”
I frowned when I heard this. I’d been divorced for eight years and that happened because of my ex’s failure to commit to me in an exclusive relationship. Unfortunately, this is a common story because of the culture in Quebec. I’d casually dated a few times since the divorce, but I’d been concentrating on my career and wasn’t ever able to find the right person.
“Leaving me was really hard on my mom, but my dad was always very good to me and gave me everything I needed. I have a communications degree and without my dad that wouldn’t have happened, that’s for sure. He died a few years ago and I miss him a lot. My mom is still in Hong Kong and we talk on the phone, but I’ve only visited her a few times.”
Eve turned to face the window again and I drove for a while in silence. When I asked Eve if she had any brothers or sisters and got no reply, I realized that she’d dozed off.
Occasional snowflakes started to hit the windshield when I turned from I-95 onto the Hutch on my way to the Merritt Parkway to avoid I-95 through Connecticut. Eve was dead to the world and I let her sleep rather than waking her to ask her if she was hungry.
As we passed through Hartford the snow started to accumulate and both my bladder and stomach were sending SOS messages. I woke Eve as we merged onto I-84 and asked her if she was ok with a stop for a bathroom and some food.
“Sure Robbie, but I’m buying, Ok?”
I pulled off at the next exit and pulled into a restaurant that looked promising. I helped Eve with her parka as we sat down, and I realized for the first time how petite she really was, as well as how feminine. A sweater and her ski pants kept her exact proportions a mystery; however, it was clear from the swell of her bust line that she was quite well endowed. She had delicate hands and moved with a fluid motion that really got my attention.
I asked Eve how tall she was.
“I’m 151 cm. Brown hair and brown eyes as you can see. I’m probably about 50 kilos if you must know, but that might change depending on how much I eat right now.”
It was obvious from her scripted answer and tone that Eve was annoyed by my question and I realized that these were facts that she’d probably related a thousand times. She’d picked up her menu and started flipping pages as she answered, so I stopped the Q&A session and did the same. I did some mental arithmetic and calculated that she was a little less than five feet tall and that she weighed about 110 pounds.
After we ordered it was Eve’s turn for questions and she asked me what I did for a living. I explained that I bought, managed and sold commercial properties, mostly retail centers, residential facilities and office buildings for a REIT. She asked about my family and I told her that my father was from the U.S. and that he’d met and married my mother in Montreal. She seemed pleased when I told her that I was very close to them and that they lived in Brossard. Eve asked if I was a dual citizen and I said yes, and that this really simplified my business life, but really complicated my tax life.
By the end of the meal Eve knew that I’d been divorced and that I had no children. She nodded her head when I told her why – as I said, it’s a common story in Quebec. Her questions underscored that she was highly intelligent and her mannerisms suggested that she had many years of dance training or something similar. I’d never met anyone so in control of every motion; when Eve picked up her fork or reached for her drink her smooth movements fascinated me.
“Robbie, the reason I had to leave Montreal was because my boyfriend couldn’t keep his hands off of other women and I’d finally had enough.”
Eve paused and played with her spoon.
“We’d been together for almost three years and I knew for a long time that it was going to fail, but I hung in and hoped he would change. He didn’t, so I threw him out of the apartment and out of my life. I bought my ticket for New York a few days later.”
Eve looked up with a pained expression and seemed to be reading my mind.
“It’s hard to trust people, isn’t it?”
I agreed and joked that my ex and her ex were probably made for each other. This didn’t brighten her up, and I was glad that the waitress arrived with the bill a moment later. I scooped it up before Eve could react and gave it back to the waitress with my credit card.
“Robbie, I was supposed to pay that. I do have money; I hope you don’t think I can’t take care of myself.”
I explained that it was my policy to pay for things and that while she was my passenger she had to submit to some chivalry. She pointed a finger at me and slowly waved it back and forth.
“Don’t spoil me Robbie, it’ll do you no good.”
I made my best “who, me?” face and we started back to the Escalade.
It was snowing pretty heavily by this point, so after topping off with gas, I settled in at a speed well below the speed limit. When we passed through the tolls and turned east onto the Massachusetts Turnpike, visibility got worse and worse. About 20 minutes later, I made a call to my client to let them know I was about 45 minutes from their office. Unfortunately, I learned that they’d decided to close the office early because of the storm and that we would have to reschedule.
At this point I wasn’t sure what to do. If I doubled back on the Turnpike and headed west into the storm I could probably get through to Montreal safely via I-87 in New York. Alternatively, I could stick to my original plan and go north through New Hampshire and Vermont, but this meant passing through the mountains and that was probably more risky. Either option meant fighting the snow for maybe 6 or 8 hours, maybe more at the speed we would be moving at.
I asked Eve what she thought.
“I don’t think it’s a good idea to try to drive anywhere at all in this mess Robbie. Why don’t we find a place to stay and get some rest instead? I’ll get my own room; I’m definitely not making any suggestions here, ok?”
I agreed and pulled off at the next exit. The sign after the toll booth said there was a hotel to the west and we followed our noses until it appeared. The snow was getting deeper and the wind was really picking up.
The desk clerk was really young and he seemed to enjoy the battle after I insisted on paying for Eve’s room, especially when I lost. He gave us adjoining rooms on the top floor and the usual sales pitch for the hotel restaurant.
As we exited the elevator and arrived at our doors, Eve turned to me.
“Robbie, I need to take a shower and I’ve got a ton of calls to make, so why don’t we meet in the lobby around 8:00 and see if the restaurant is as good as he says it is?”
I agreed and suggested that Eve not use her cell or the hotel phone to make her calls. I explained that she could borrow my IPod touch if she wanted and use Skype for free on the wireless network instead. She nodded, opened her door, and left me alone in the hallway.
I have a set routine in hotel rooms and after setting up my mobile office, I checked my email and took a quick shower. I laid out my clothes for dinner and settled down to read the online news and to revisit the offering packages I’d received in Trenton for two retail centers. As I worked, I heard a soft knock on the connecting door between our rooms. I stood, tied my bathrobe closed, unlocked the door, and pulled it open.
Eve was wearing black sweatpants and a white t-shirt; her hair was damp and she stood in bare feet. I couldn’t help but stare, for her hair was no longer up and her high cheekbones and dark eyes were framed perfectly. This resulted in an exotic appearance that I hadn’t anticipated. She had a mature figure with a narrow waist accentuated by wide, flaring hips and even wider shoulders that gave her an athletic look.
I couldn’t help but notice the outline of Eve’s breasts under her t-shirt and the prominence of her nipples made it obvious that she wasn’t wearing a bra. My earlier impression that she was well endowed was confirmed beyond any possible doubt. In fact, she had remarkable breasts for such a petite woman and I found myself wondering if she might have had some work done on them.
An electric shock passed through me as she started to speak – everything moved in slow motion and it felt like every cell in my body was tingling. Eve seemed preoccupied and completely unaware of her effect on me.
“Robbie, can I use your iPod for a while to make my calls?”
I turned slowly and returned to the desk in a trance. After a few moments I found my IPod under the offering memorandums and returned to her. Eve looked into my eyes and smiled slightly – this was the first time I’d seen her smile. She took the IPod, mouthed a silent “thanks”, and gently closed the door.
I blinked my eyes in disbelief, staring at the door and remembering every detail of her face and body. As I did, I picked up the scent of her damp hair and found it strangely familiar.
I returned to my chair and tried to forget what I’d seen, but I became more and more aroused as I thought about Eve. What would it be like to have her? What would it feel like to have her breasts in my hands? Could Eve possibly be thinking similar thoughts about how it would be with me?
I knew this was a complete fantasy and that I’d never actually act on my thoughts – but it was so arousing to daydream about what it would be like if it happened. It was tremendously difficult to concentrate on much else, but I had a lot of time to kill and I tried to dig into my work.
I waited until nearly 8:00 to get dressed, and while I was in the bathroom brushing my teeth, I heard another knock on the connecting door. When I opened it, I saw that Eve was still dressed in her sweat pants and t-shirt and that her eyes were puffy and red. It was obvious that she’d been crying.
“Your battery is totally dead, Robbie. I’m really sorry about that.”
I told her it was ok as I took the IPod from her hands.
Eve looked at me thoughtfully. “Can we talk for a minute?”
I motioned toward the desk chair and she moved to it, pausing for a moment to look around before sitting down. I sat at the end of the bed.
“Robbie, I need to share something and I want you to be honest with me, ok?”
I nodded my head slowly and tried not to look at anything other than her eyes.
“I know in my heart that I’m a good person that only wants good things for the people around me. I don’t know, maybe I make bad decisions and pick the wrong friends, especially guys, but I never ask anything of anyone except that they tell me the truth. Do you believe me?”
I told her that I did.
“But I wasn’t completely honest with you in the car today, Robbie. I didn’t kick my boyfriend out; he threw me out on my ass because he found a tall, leggy bimbo with blond hair and monster boobs that has no brain at all. I should have known that he was using me as a fuck friend until he found something more interesting.”
I started to speak, but Eve held up her hand as tears rose in her eyes.
“I know that I’m really short and I’m not a supermodel. I wasted so many years on that asshole because he was all I had. Oh, and believe me, he wasn’t my first waste of time.”
She stared at the floor.
“I called him tonight to see if I could go by the apartment to get the things I didn’t take over to my friend’s house before I left for New York. He told me that he threw everything away after I left and that I should go fuck myself.”
She paused again, trying not to cry.
“All I want is to find someone special and to explore how things go. If it works, then I want to be married – none of the Quebec modern lifestyle shit – and to start a family. I guess it’s just too much to ask for. It scares guys away. Why do I always seem to end up with nothing?”
Eve was sobbing now, and I knew better than to go over and try to hold her, whispering that everything would be ok. I realized that taking advantage of her emotional state to get close was just so wrong.
I waited for a few moments, and then told her that I thought she was an exceptional woman and that she must be right – she’d just picked the wrong guys.
“I don’t think so, Robbie. It’s my fate. I’m getting older and older. Life is passing me by and I’m running out of time.”
I told her that I respected her thoughts, but that I disagreed, especially when it came to fate and how much time she had.
“I’m 34, Robbie. Not that much time left, I’m afraid.”
I was stunned. I sat with my mouth hanging open, staring at her. I finally told her that I’d guessed that she was in her early 20’s, and that I found her extremely attractive, both as a person, and physically. This changed the direction of our conversation.
“You aren’t just saying that?”
At this point I couldn’t help myself and I scanned her slowly from head to toe. When I came back to her face, she was looking at me intently.
“Robbie, I really mean it. You aren’t saying that to bullshit me, or to get into my pants or something, right?”
I looked into her eyes and knew instantly that I could never lie to this woman, or hurt her.
I explained that I meant exactly what I said. I admitted that I’d fantasized a little after seeing her when she borrowed the IPod, but that I wasn’t the one that would decide if anything would ever pass between us – it had to be her decision, and we had plenty of time to get to know each other if she wanted to.
“Robbie, I’m sorry to bother you with all of this. All my energy went into the calls that I made and I need to be alone for a while to think. Do you mind if I just get room service tonight? You can knock on the door in the morning when you are ready to leave, ok?”
I nodded as Eve slowly got up and walked toward the door, pausing for a few moments without saying anything before she closed it once again.
I spent the entire time in the restaurant wondering how this beautiful creature could be so down on herself. Clearly she’d been taken advantage of and probably abused by people in her life – perhaps this led to her current feelings. It wasn’t a lack of intelligence – absolutely not. She was so beautiful, but she didn’t seem to see it at all. I found it impossible to believe that she was only three years younger than I was, but she had no reason to lie about that.
I returned to my room after I finished my rather bland meal and watched TV for a while. I finally drifted off to sleep with the thought of continuing a conversation with Eve in the morning when both of our minds were more rested.
I woke suddenly, and after a moment to figure out where I was, I glanced over at the clock – it was almost 2:00 in the morning. Somehow I knew that something was wrong; I didn’t know what, but the atmosphere in my room had changed and the primitive part of my mind was on high alert. As I tried to figure out what had changed, my nose picked up a familiar scent. I suddenly realized that it was the smell of Eve’s hair.
“Robbie, I’m right here.”
She was sitting on the opposite side of the bed, still in her sweats and t-shirt.
“Can I come in with you?”
I pulled the blanket down and she slipped in next to me, keeping a space between us.
“Did you mean what you said, Robbie?”
I told her again that I did.
“And you really have no one in your life, right?”
I told her that I was alone in life.
“Robbie, I want you to know that I am financially secure. I don’t need your pity…”
I said nothing, giving her time to say what I knew was really on her mind.
“…I don’t want to be hurt again.”
She rolled toward me and I slid my arm under her head, pulling her against me gently. She put her hand over my chest and snuggled in.
“Hold me, Robbie.”
I held her tightly, feeling her warmth against me. She was incredibly soft and small, and I knew that she’d just given me a priceless gift – her trust. I’d known her for less than a day, but I believed that I’d finally found someone that shared my goals and values. I listened to her breathing without saying a word, and after it slowed and she was asleep, I drifted off again.
“Wake up sleepy head.”
I opened my eyes and saw Eve’s face just over mine.
She slid out of bed and started toward the bathroom. Her hips had an inviting swing to them as she pulled her t-shirt over her head in that special way that only a woman can manage. She disappeared around the corner.
“Do you need a written invitation, Robbie?”
By the time I got out of bed and walked into the bathroom, Eve had taken off her sweat pants and had reached into the shower to turn on the water. I caught my breath as I saw her naked body for the first time. Her Asian genes were clearly evident in her body shape but her breasts were purely Caucasian, with large nipples and a slight hang to them. Within half a second I felt myself harden and I hoped that Eve wouldn’t take that in the wrong way.
She took a step toward me and put her arms around me, pulling me toward her into a hug. I’m about a foot taller than Eve, so she fit under my chin perfectly and my cock was now straining against her abdomen from inside of my boxers.
“I want to feel you against me… ….Let’s take these off…”
She stepped back and helped me to pull my t-shirt over my head. My boxers fell to the floor after she pushed the waistband past my hips.
Eve pressed her breasts and abdomen firmly against me as she swayed her hips slightly, creating an incredible friction between us. I had my hands on her back as she moved against me, and when she turned around, she guided them down to her breasts. They were wonderfully heavy, the perfect combination of soft and firm, and undoubtedly natural and her own. I squeezed them gently, and then traced a finger around each nipple. They responded immediately and hardened.
Eve continued to sway back and forth with my throbbing cock against her back while I gently ran my hands up and down her body, feeling the incredible curve of her waist and reaching down to explore the dark tuft of hair just above her vulva. She had exceptionally soft skin and I wasn’t sure how long I could withstand her motion against me. I felt myself tighten as I moved toward the point of no return.
When I stepped backward to slow things down, Eve turned toward me once again and reached down, taking my throbbing cock into her tiny hands, which made me look far larger than I really am.
“What are we going to do about this?”
She ran her hands gently up and down my cock, squeezing the base and the tip each time she reversed direction. I started to pull away again, but Eve stepped toward me, not allowing me to escape. The bathroom countertop kept me from going any further anyway and I knew I was close to making a huge mess. She stopped for a moment, pressed her breasts and abdomen against me again, and started to sway. I fought desperately to keep from cumming.
“Don’t hold back, Robbie. Let it happen…”
I didn’t have a choice at that point and I clenched my teeth as I came, shooting cum between her body and mine, which made the feeling of our contact all the more erotic. Eve kept moving back and forth well after I’d finished, pressing her body very hard against mine and making me see stars. It was the most incredible orgasm I’d had up to that moment in my life, and the wetness between us kept me quite hard until she finally pulled away.
“That’s for last night, Robbie. That’s for not taking advantage of me when you certainly could have, and for being a decent human being.”
She smiled and took my hand, leading me into the shower.
We spent almost a half hour in the shower exploring each other, washing every inch of each other’s bodies. Finally, Eve guided my hand down between her legs and I gently pressed a finger against her clit using a circular motion, which made her close her eyes and moan softly. I continued until I could tell she was getting close, and then I knelt down and inserted my index finger deeply inside of her pussy. I moved my finger in and out, in tandem with my thumb pressed against her clit, slowly increasing and decreasing the pressure until Eve shuddered twice, let out a gasp, and came. I could feel the incredible strength of the muscles surrounding her pussy as they contracted and clamped down on my finger – I’d never felt anything close to that before.
I realized at that moment that I’d never kissed Eve – a strange thought given what we’d just done – and I stood, pulling her against me and kissing her deeply. We were both somewhat dazed by what had just happened, and after drying off we returned to the bed and got back under the blankets to stay warm.
“That was something.”
I pulled her close and gave her another kiss, enjoying her taste as well as the feel of her naked skin against mine. We held each other for a few minutes before Eve spoke.
“Robbie, do you think I’m sexy?”
I told her exactly how I felt – that she was insanely sexy and that I couldn’t believe she didn’t see it.
“Well, I hate the way that my breasts hang down.”
I said that I was really turned on by the feminine shape of her breasts and that large, natural breasts do that.
“God they aren’t that big Robbie. It depends on the bra and the time of the month but I usually wear either a 34C or 34D.”
I moved under the blanket, took a nipple into my mouth and gently teased it with my tongue. Eve began to tweak her other nipple and our combined stimulation caused both to gradually swell to their fully erect size. I was surprised by how large her nipples became but absolutely amazed as both of her areolas became swollen and puffy. Eve moaned softly as I continued to suckle and her hands gradually moved down between her legs.
As I returned to kiss Eve once again, I caught the musky scent of her pussy and this subconsciously diverted all available blood back toward my cock. Eve felt what was happening against her leg.
“Do you have a condom?”
I told her that I wasn’t the kind of guy that travels around expecting to have a gorgeous woman in his hotel bed.
“I don’t have anything either. Maybe we can call the front desk or something?”
A missing toothbrush was one thing, but the thought of calling and asking if the hotel had condoms available was a bit too much. I let a moment pass and told Eve that there was no need to rush – we could pick something up later on the way back to Montreal and spend some time together tonight if she wanted. My cock started to soften.
“Robbie, my period started last Sunday so it should be all right for us to have sex for another day or two. What do you think?”
One part of my brain wanted to roll on top of her and enter her immediately, but the other side was screaming that I had to be careful. My ex and I used the rhythm method for years without a problem because we were very conservative with it. Eve’s dates put her on day seven of her cycle – an uncertain day if she happened to ovulate a few days early, or if she experienced a short cycle. More importantly, sometimes you have to listen to logic, or you end up with something nasty that can’t be cured with any drug.
I told her everything that I was thinking about.
“My cycles are always 30 or 31 days and I’m willing to take that risk if you are. Is there anything else I should be worried about, Robbie?”
I told her that I’d been tested after my divorce and that I’d always used condoms since, so I was pretty sure I was ok.
“Well, nothing here either. My ex always refused to have sex without a condom, even just before, during, or right after my period. He definitely didn’t want children and with his playing around I’m glad he never put that thing inside me without covering it.”
Another moment passed.
“It’s up to you, Robbie.”
Eve was unmistakably offering herself to me, which was an even more meaningful gift of trust. It had been many years since I’d been with my ex without a condom – and to be honest, the thought of doing so with Eve was tremendously erotic. I wanted to feel her against me in every way possible and, despite what many people claim, there is a huge difference, even using the thinnest condom. A familiar feeling was returning as I began to harden once again.
Eve pulled the blanket down and looked at my cock, touching it gently.
“Well, I guess I have your answer, don’t I?”
Eve turned and swung her leg over me, putting her pussy directly over my face while she continued to play with my cock. I was memorized by her scent and the wetness from her earlier orgasm, hanging just above my mouth, and I pulled her downward so that I could taste her. She was incredibly clean and I gradually worked by tongue inside of her, trying to concentrate as she continued to touch and squeeze me. She made a few “oh” sounds and pressed her pubic bone against my chin as I ran my tongue around her vulva, occasionally pushing my tongue inside of her.
Without warning, Eve took my cock into her mouth and sucked gently, running her tongue around the tip. She squeezed my balls as she started to move up and down my cock and the sensation was incredible. She paused, releasing me from her mouth.
“Let me know before you are going to cum, ok?”
She took me back into her mouth, again using her tongue to tease. As I continued my exploration of her pussy, she lowered her head slowly, taking me in deep, and I could feel her teeth scape me gently when she pulled back. I was intoxicated by the moment and lost track of time.
The tension in my groin grew to the point where I knew that I was getting close to orgasm, and, remembering Eve’s words, I touched her and let her know what was going to happen. To my surprise, she didn’t stop and continued until I felt myself slipping over the edge. Suddenly, Eve raised herself off of me, turned quickly to face me, and pressed her vulva against the base of my throbbing cock, forcing my cock against my pubic bone. I gasped as she put her entire weight onto me and I involuntarily raised my knees against her ass as the first contraction of my orgasm began.
When I recovered enough to open my eyes, I was treated to the sight of Eve’s breasts above me as she continued to press against me. She was looking down with a strange look at my cock, and when I followed her gaze I realized that a large string of cum had managed to make it past her defenses onto my stomach. Eve reached down and collected what she could, bringing her hand back to her mouth and tasting what she’d found. She leaned over and kissed me deeply; I was excited by the knowledge that she tasted herself in the same way that I tasted myself.
I let Eve know that if she moved before I had a few minutes to recover, I’d probably cum very quickly. She continued to press against me as I reached up and gently cupped her breasts, feeling their warmth and weight. They did have a hang to them and this really turned me on. I could see that she would look fantastic in a low-cut dress, even without a bra – and I’d never seen such incredible nipples. I told her so.
“Robbie, I’m really attracted to you too. I hope I’m not hurting you… …I should have stopped when you told me to.”
I told her it was ok and gently massaged her breasts for a few minutes as my heartbeat slowed. Eve finally raised her hips and started to lightly rub her vulva up and down along my now insensitive and semi-hard cock. As blood circulation returned I hardened and she started to bear down, swaying her hips from side to side. She was clearly enjoying the feel against her clit, which she pressed tightly against me by tipping her hips forward the end of an occasional stroke.
Eve stopped, moved forward slightly, and placed her lips directly over the tip of my cock. I could feel her wetness as she pressed downward and her lips parted slightly around me. I was just a small motion away from being inside of her. She paused.
“I’m right here if you want me.”
I pushed forward, but I had to pull back when I missed her entrance and she slid along my shaft. As I pushed forward again she leaned forward, tipped her hips and I was inside of her. Eve pushed against me until I could go no further, and then squeezed my cock tightly with her powerful muscles, thrust a few times, and sat back. She started to move very slightly up and down, letting out a slight gasp each time she did.
“God Robbie, you are touching my cervix when I do that and it feels fucking good”.
After several minutes, Eve’s breathing became ragged as she pumped her hips more and more rapidly against me and I knew that she was getting closer to her orgasm. I was barely able to hold back and I reached toward her hips in a desperate attempt to slow her down.
“No, Robbie… …No… …just keep going…”
She pumped even faster and I could no longer help myself; I released stream after stream of cum inside of her.
“I can feel that… …holy shit… …holy shit…”
Eve still didn’t slow down and it was all I could do to keep from screaming as she slammed against me. My cock remained hard, but it felt white hot from the incredible overstimulation and I didn’t know if I could take much more. However, after a while longer the pain started to turn into pleasure once again and I began to meet Eve’s heavy thrusts with thrusts of my own. After a few more minutes she was panting heavily and clearly just moments away.
Tremors went through Eve’s body as her pussy convulsed in orgasm, and my cock was squeezed to the point at which she could no longer move up or down on it. Her orgasm gradually faded and she collapsed forward into my arms, my cock still deep inside of her. Her breathing slowed and she rolled off of me.
“That was incredible…”
I mumbled something and looked down at my cock, which was covered in cum and Eve’s juices. It was still standing at attention – something that Eve noticed a moment later.
“Jesus, you’re still hard Robbie.”
She turned and swung her leg over me, placing her cum-filled pussy just above my face once again. A drop of cum dripped from her onto my chin as she took my cock into her hands and squeezed it. When Eve lowered her head and began to use her tongue to lick me, I pulled her down and sucked on her lips, pressing my tongue inside of her and tasting our combined juices.
We kept at this for a few minutes and then I told Eve that I didn’t think I could cum again – twice in one morning was a world record for me anyway. Eve raised her head, took my cock into her hands and tried to point it toward my feet unsuccessfully.
“Well, let’s not waste this, ok?”
She got off of me, turned and remained on her hands and knees.
“Just put it inside of me again for a minute, ok?”
I moved around behind her and entered her again, not sure of how it would feel. I was surprised to find that it felt damn good, but I was more surprised that Eve wanted to keep going. My eyes were frozen on her incredible curves as I moved in and out of her slowly, not wanting to hurt her in any way. Her pussy was slick and we made a wet sound every time we pressed against each other.
I began to enter her more rapidly, pushing in as far as I could and pulling back until I was barely inside of her. Eve met my thrusts, lowering her head to the mattress and presenting her pussy so that I could really go deep. I stopped for a moment, ran my hands along her waist and followed the flare of her hips until my hands were on her ass. I spread her slightly, and then buried myself into her as far as I could, searching for her cervix.
“That’s it, Robbie… …right there…”
I could feel her cervix lightly against the tip of my cock each time my pubic bone pressed against her, and after a few minutes, a tickle deep inside of my balls told me that something might be pending. I increased the speed of my thrusts as the tickle became stronger and stronger.
Eve was making low moaning sounds and shaking her head from side to side when the tickle suddenly turned into a jolting spasm. I shoved myself inside of Eve as deeply as I could as my cock twitched and injected whatever sperm remained in my balls into her. The unexpected intensity and sharpness of the orgasm caused me to grunt loudly and I pulled out of Eve when it faded, rolled to the side and lay on the bed, completely drained.
Eve smiled and lay beside me.
“I think you owe me an orgasm, Robbie.”
I pulled her close and the smell of her hair filled my nose. I finally recognized the scent.