The passions that many people hold hidden from view are frequently brought out under duress or tempting conditions.
A woman attending a cocktail party may, after a few drinks too many, lose all inhibitions and take on all corners, male and female alike. A struggling executive suddenly placed in a position of trust and confidence may fall victim to greed and embezzle funds from his employer. Or a couple, responding to group pressure, may join a neighborhood mate-swapping clique. All are responses to unusual stimulus.
Lisa Hopkins is one of these outwardly proper and quite normal people. But within her a love of perversity and a depth of passion she never dreamed existed lie coiled like snakes, awaiting only the proper stimulus to arouse them.
TIED UP SISTER -- a fictional stow about a society that refines to face many of its real problems.
The Publisher
Chapter One
The scratching at her window came again. Lisa pulled the thin nightgown around her body. She had the awful feeling of someone watching her and she was unable to look back. She'd been blind since birth. Usually, it wasn't much of a bother for her.
Now it was frightening her out of her wits.
The window popped open and a gust of wind tugged open her nightgown revealing her trim, supple young body. She didn't think of how she looked, that her naked body might be turning on any watchers. Somehow, it just wasn't possible for her to think in sighted people's terms.
The man crouching in the window, however, was getting a real eyeful. Lisa was beautiful. She was twenty, perhaps twenty-one, and every inch a woman. The firm, jutting tits were made to be stuffed into a hungry mouth. The trim waist was almost small enough to circle with both hands. The man couldn't take his eyes off her snatch, though.
That looked promising, damned promising.
"Who's there?" she demanded. "Who is it?"
He made no sound. He only watched and waited.
She began stumbling around the bedroom going for the door. As she turned, he got a good look at her profile. It made his cock turn cartwheels. The woman's nipples were hard, erect. The wind was doing that, the wind and her fright. The flare of her ass gleamed whitely in the dim light of the bedroom. And for a second, the man could see the snowy flash of long, trim legs under the pale yellow dressing gown.
He liked what he saw. His prick was already swelling in his arousal, aching for something warm and wet and willing.
He was going to rape her.
"Answer me!" she screamed from the door. "I know you're here! I can hear you breathing!"
He knew she was blind. Everyone on the block knew it. It didn't take any genius to figure that out the way she used a white cane. A pity. She was a beautiful chick. The wind tore at her hair and swung it back from her frightened face in a golden stream making her even more attractive.
But it was the gold mine between her soft, tender thighs he was after. She probably could hear his breathing. The sight of her excited him. But he wasn't going to do anything to let her be able to identify him afterwards. Since she couldn't see, she was a lovely candidate for a rape.
He dropped quietly into the bedroom. He moved softly on the rug but her acute hearing betrayed his movements.
"Leave or I'll scream!"
He came closer only to have her bolt and run down the hallway. She was futilely trying to dial the police when he caught up with her. The first thing he'd done was cut the phone wires. He wasn't stupid.
He was just hornier than hell.
But not for long. His fingers closed like iron gripe on her soft upper arms. He pulled her struggling body closer and closer to his. This was fun. She couldn't see him, didn't know who he was. And God but she was beautiful!
He could barely believe his good luck. Kissing her was like kissing a wildcat. She scratched and tried to bite him. This only excited him more. He loved it when they fought back.
She managed to pull free for a moment and rush to the front door. It wouldn't open, no matter how hard she tugged at it. Turning, she gasped, "Who are you? What have you done to my door?"
In a low whisper he was sure could never be recognized, he said, "I nailed it shut from the outside, sweetie. Now come here and spread those lovely legs for me."
"You're going to rape me, aren't you?"
"You're wising up fast. Yeah, I'm gonna rape you. Make it easy or make it hard. Don't much matter to me. In fact, I sort of like it when they scream and carry on."
He moved closer toward her. He easily caught her and shoved her hard against the wall. She clutched wildly at the wall for support, panting and beginning to cry. For a second, she was too terrified to fight.
When she felt his wet lips on her naked boobs, she almost fainted. This wasn't the way it should be. That could have been Carl's mouth all over her tits. It should have been.
But it wasn't. That mouth belonged to some man she'd never see. She didn't want him doing any of the things to her that Carl did. The woman wasn't going to expect miracles, though. She knew he was going to rape her, this mystery man who'd come in through her bedroom window in the middle of the night.
"Ummmm, tasty jugs you got," he mumbled.
She felt his tongue stab out and smash hard into her nipple. In spite of her terror, she felt her body begin its instinctive response to pleasure, to the stimulation of her sensitive boobs.
"Hey it's gettin' hard, damned hard." He laughed harshly as he moved her pebble-like nipple around in a wide circle with his finger. "Your nipple's getting like a rock, too. But not as hard as I am."
He stood and pressed his body against hers. She could feel his cock pressing against her leg. Struggling did no good. Her arms were held tightly and she was pinned against the wall.
Screwed to the wall. The expression took on new meaning for her. As his cock rubbed up and don against the tender inside of her thigh, she knew this was literally what was going to happen to her. He was going to fuck her right there.
"Stop, please, I beg you!" she sobbed.
"Hey, tears. I like 'em salty!"
She cringed as she felt his hot breath against her cheek. His rough tongue licked up and down her cheek to slurp up her tears. No matter what she did, he seemed to love it.
"Stopped cryin' already? Christ, what kinds victim are you?"
He shook her a little, then pulled the nightgown down off her shoulders and halfway down her back. There he pulled the ends of the nighty forward. Her arms were held firmly at her sides. She couldn't possibly escape him now, not as long as he held the ends together.
"Yeah, little lady. You ain't going anywhere. Not till I let you. Not till my friend is fed."
She shivered again as she felt the blunt-headed cock poke upwards toward her snatch. Trying to cross her legs did no good. He was already too close to her cunt. His thick hips forced her legs apart with a pressure she couldn't hope to fight.
"Con on, damn you, struggle! Don't make it easy for me to fuck you!"
She felt the knobby end of his prick pushing against her pussy lips. No matter how she turned or twisted, she couldn't move. The cock head thrust against her sex lips, then moved inside her cunt.
For a moment, she didn't know what to do. She wasn't wet with lust. That just wasn't possible for her. Yet... yet the feel of his cock inside her twat made her body turn all weak and shivery. It was just like any other man's cock.
The only difference was she didn't know this man, didn't want him fucking her.
"Don't?" she screamed. There didn't seem anything left to do. He was going to rape her. She might as well scream and take her chances. One of the neighbors might hear her and report it to the police. That was her only hope of escaping sheer and total degradation.
"You shush up or you got big troubles. Bigger'n, my friend here." He jammed his cock another inch up her cunt. She could feel the huge prick jumping around like a racehorse in the starting gate. He was aroused and ready to fuck. There was no way of telling what he would do to her if she robbed him of his moment of triumph now.
"I'm going to scream as loud as I can if you don't leave!"
"You scream and I'll cut your tongue out. You like that? Then maybe I'll cut your ears off, too. Blind, dumb and deaf. You'll be a fucking vegetable. And when you're down to nothing but smell and feel, I'll be standin' there pissing all over you."
The thought of a hot, smelly stream of urine pouring over her made her break down and cry. She couldn't cope with this man.
"Yeah, sweetie, that's what it would be like. The hot piss goin' in your eyes and mouth and nose. And in that lovely hair of yours. You wouldn't want me to cut you up and then do all that to you?"
"No," she cried, her voice a small, trapped animal sound.
"I wouldn't either. I'm just horny. I want some ass and you got the nicest one I seen in a long time."
She felt his hands moving over the smooth curve of her buttocks. His hand paused for a moment, then the fingers dug deep into the canyon between her ass checks. He thrust a finger up her asshole.
"Hot, God it's hot up there! And tight. Just like your cunt."
He jerked his hips around and drove his prick into her cunt all the way. She cried out involuntarily at the sudden thrust up her ungreased cunt. The love juices just weren't flowing. Those came when she was hot, when she was willing to screw.
It wasn't for a rapist.
"Hmmm, you're a tight one. No virgin, but what the hell? I can't have everything, can I?"
"You son of a bitch!"
"That's more like it! Show some spirit while I fuck you!"
She bit don on her lower lip. He liked hearing her say things like that. She didn't want to goad him on. The woman just wanted it over and done with as fast as possible.
"I know what you're thinking, sweetie. You think you'll keep clammed up and I'll fuck you and then split. Not that simple. I'm gonna get my rocks off, no matter how much you cooperate or don't."
She felt his body tense again as he ground his crotch into hers. It straightened her legs and brought her up on tiptoe. He was impaling her with a hard spike of cock. Now he was lifting her off the ground. She could even feel his balls wetly slapping against her ass.
"Yeah, that's a good girl. Keep that cunt all tensed up. I love the feel of it surrounding my prick. My old buddy there gets hard up and I don't know how else to help him. So every now and then I find him some nice warm pussy. Like yours."
He suddenly pulled her down to the floor, his cock never leaving her quim. She tried to roll, to turn away. He controlled her easily by gripping her nightgown. The nylon material wrapped itself like a rope around her arms while exposing her tits and cunt to his lustful abuses.
He began a slow rocking motion. She felt his prick sliding back and forth in her cunt. At first, there was nothing but friction. Dry skin rubbed raw against her pussy walls. Then she began to get just a little turned on. Not that she enjoyed it but her body was responding to an ages old rhythm.
His fucking caused her pussy to drool just enough love juice to lubricate her walls. The sliding action of his cock inside her began mare hurried.
He seemed to sense her yielding.
"Why are you doing this?" she pleaded, hoping to take his mind off the rape. If he didn't notice the way her body was betraying her, maybe he would leave.
He noticed instantly.
"Well, sweetie, that little box of yours is gettin' to be right thoughtful of my cock. I actually feel a little maiden juice coming out of your snatch, don't I?"
He began fucking her with long, deep strokes. She warmed to it. Her body shivered again, partly from the cold, partly from the warmth spreading throughout her loins. The white hot poker of his prick was stroking her desires. It was perverted for her to start enjoying a rape. She just couldn't help it.
"With you so thoughtful, lemme return the favor," he said.
Then his mouth was busy at her tits again. She felt his mouth suck up her nipple and pull it hard into his mouth. The blood rushed to the end of her boob. Throbbing with life, she had to gasp.
His tongue danced around her jug until she wasn't able to remember who she was, where she was, what was happening. All she knew was the pleasure of that mouth all over her knocker and the hard prong of a cock thrust all the way up her cunt.
Those were her universe, those were her enjoyment.
His tongue spiraled down the slope of one snowy tit. The silken skin seemed to flow out from under his rough, wet tongue. When he reached the base of one of her boobs, he licked and lapped the entire length of the deep crevice between her tits. When she was sobbing from enjoyment, he started up the other tit.
He repeated his oral tactics. His tongue searched out every single square inch of her tit flesh. He lightly nipped at her skin until angry red blotches marred the perfection of her huge tits. Then he sucked in the tip of her boob until she was gasping again.
When he pressed his tongue don hard into her nipple, he mashed it into the soft marshmallowy flesh underneath. She could feel her heart beating wildly at the oral attention.
He wasn't content with this. She felt the hot gusts of his breath as he worked his way up to her throat. His tongue pressed firmly down and then traced back along the line of her jaw.
At the hollow under her ear, he licked avidly. His hands stroked over her flanks, sought out her flaring ass and gripped it, pulling her body even closer to his.
All the time this was happening, she felt his prick slowly rocking back and forth in its tight berth of her cunt.
He took the earlobe between his teeth and bit down. She struggled as she heard his voice hotly in her ear. "Keep calm, sweetie, and we'll both get our rocks off."
His tongue then lanced out cock-hard and engaged in a mock fucking of her ear. She found she didn't want him to go away. She wanted him to bring her to the brink of human pleasure, then shove her over using his cock. The woman had actually surrendered to her body's demands to be fucked.
"Go on, please, ooooh, get it over with!"
"Soon, sweetie, soon. As soon as I want it over!"
His mouth worked back down her face scooping up any of the dried tears. She felt his rough tongue finally leave and go back toward her tits. She wanted to cry or scream or fight. Her body wanted to be balled.
As soon as he shoved his hands all the way under her ass and lifted, there was no turning back for her. He lifted her body into an arch on the floor. She couldn't get her arms freed from her nightie and now only her head, shoulders and feet touched the ground. There was no escaping the hard plunging battering ram of his cock.
He was fucking her faster now. Gone was the methodical techniques he'd used to get her wet. Now he was raping her.
She rocked her body from side to side but this only made it worse. His prick drilled into her manhole and actually stimulated her. The way his fingers parted her ass cheeks made her certain he'd rip her apart. But it didn't matter.
All that mattered to her now was the hard, long pole of rigid cock vanishing far up her cunt.
"Stop it!" she cried. "Why are you doing this to me? Ohhhh!"
"Hey, sweetie likes my cock, doesn't she? Admit it, damn you, you lousy cunt! Admit you like my prick inside your slimy hole!"
"Yes, oh, yessss!"
"That's what I thought. All you bitches are the same. Do anything for a real man's prick."
She wanted to scream but, didn't dare. And somehow, the feel of his cock deep inside her made the terror into something different. She was still scared, there could be no doubt of that. But now she wanted him to fuck her as much as she wanted him to go and leave her alone.
The cravings of her body and the workings of her mind collided. She was so confused! Finally, her body won the struggle. She'd let him ball her and enjoy it if she could. He really hadn't hurt her. She didn't really think he would harm her if she went along with his crude lovemaking.
She was right.
He panted as he pumped hard into her body. The divine slit of her crotch was neatly speared by his prick. He shoved his prong hard into her cunt, opening the delicate pussy lips and watching his length vanish into her depths. The rigid flaps of sex lip on each side of his cock appeared to be lewdly kissing his manhood.
The trembling in her body was now from both fright and arousal. The waves of enjoyment from the fucking started warming her guts. She felt the familiar shivers of an orgasm growing in her belly. If he kept stroking as hard and fast as he was now, it wouldn't take long before she came.
A tiny animal-like moan escaped her lips. It was all she could utter. She wanted to tell him to fuck her faster, to dive harder into her cunt. The passions raging in her could only be stilled by his hard length of prick.
He clit off any possible comment by brutally kissing her. His tongue lashed out like a whip and slavered over her mouth.
She gasped as she felt him pistoning even harder into her pussy. He was lifting her higher off the floor with each thrust. Her body was at the breaking point. She wanted more, she was getting as much as he could give.
The woman smelled the sweat from his body, the pungent odor of a man sexually aroused, even her own musky scent. They all mixed together in a rainbow of odors that helped her get by without sight. She depended on smell and touch and hearing to fill in where she couldn't see.
For a brief moment, she wished she could see the man raping her. The way his cock felt, she was sure he was powerfully built. How she wished she could reach out and touch him, to feel his arms, his back, his ass as he drove his cock into her!
Arms still pinned at her sides, she was denied the sense of feel except in her cunt. The feel of his prick against her now juicy pussy walls told her he was about at the point of climax. The broad arrowhead of his cock was expanding with added lust for her.
She tried clamping don on his buried length with her cunt muscles. To hold him inside her a second longer would give her an orgasm.
It wasn't possible. His powerful hips kept his cock reaming her out. When she felt the liquid gush of his cum, she knew he wasn't going to satisfy her needs.
To be raped was bad, evil, horrible, terrible. But to be denied the sexual release after he'd stroked the fires of her passion was even worse. He was cruel, heartless.
She hated him more than she'd ever hated anyone.
She felt his cock go limp inside her cunt. The dribble of his jism flowed out, and down the inside of her thigh. Lisa heard him grunt as he pulled himself upright.
"You're a damn good lay. Don't let nobody tell you different."
She was frightened to move. "Wh-what are you going to do?" she managed.
There was no answer. The blood still pounded loudly, in her ears. She concentrated. Finally Lisa heard the scrape of leather on wood from her bedroom. The man was leaving by the window. He was gone!
She freed her arms from the tangle of her nightgown and, for long minutes, cried bitterly. She couldn't remember being more humiliated, more degraded, in all her life.
Chapter Two
"So, Miss Hopkins, you can't really give us any sort of description of this guy?" the detective asked.
Lisa was sitting in an over stuffed chair, trying to keep calm. This was almost worse than having to deal with the input. These men were supposed to be on her side. Instead they seemed to be grilling her like she was the one who'd committed some horrible crime.
It didn't seem fair to her.
"You know I'm blind. I have to rely on my other senses."
"So what can you tell us?" the man asked sarcastically.
"He uses a soap that smells like pine, he wasn't shaved in a couple days and he might be medium height but overweight."
"So how do you get all that?"
"Damn it," she flared. "You asked me for information. That's it. I may have had my arms pinned at my side but I could still smell. I smelled the pine scent. His beard all over my breasts couldn't be mistaken, even by an asshole like you. And he just felt like he was medium height and overweight. I can't tell you more. Sound of his feet on the rug, the way he walked, all that and more. I'm blind!"
She broke down, crying.
"Shit," the detective said. "Anything worthwhile?" he called to the lab men dusting for fingerprints.
"No, nothing. Looks like the guy wore gloves. And there's only a slight scratch on the window ledge. Fresh, but no way of telling how it was done. That's it, Lieutenant."
"Okay, thanks. Look, Miss, I want more from you. The doc's been over you and says you were raped. Or rather, you've engaged in sexual relations tonight. Are you sure you just didn't have a fight with your boy friend or something?"
"Get out," came the flat, menacing voice from the doorway. "I heard what you've been saying to her. I'll find a lawyer in the morning and see if we can't sue you or something."
The detective tiredly turned to the man in the doorway. "And who the hell are you?"
"Carl Barker. I'm Lisa's boy friend and I did not have a fight with her tonight, nor did I break in here and rape her. I think you've just slandered me. Not to mention bullying her."
"Another armchair lawyer. The world's filled with 'em. Never mind, Mr. Barker. Call your lawyer if you want. But just get her down to the station tomorrow for a statement. If you haven't made up by then."
The detective turned and left.
Carl crouched beside Lisa and put his arm around her. "Don't worry about it, honey. He's gone. And the others are, too. I heard what they were saying. It's terrible the way they were treating you."
"I'm so glad you came over, Carl. I don't think I could have stood much more of that detective. You know what he told me? He said I should get me a seeing eye dog!"
"There, there," he comforted. "It's going to be all right now. I'm here. Nothing more's going to happen tonight."
"I'm glad you came over. Thank you, Carl." The girl turned her blind eyes unerringly toward the man. She couldn't see but she could tell he was near.
"The least I can do, all you've been through and all that." He bit back any more words. He was starting to babble. That wouldn't soothe the girl. It would only make things worse.
"Do you want me to go so you can get some rest?" he asked.
"NO! Don't leave me, Carl. Please! He... he might come back!"
"Okay, I'll stay. I doubt if he'll be back, though. Especially since the cops have been swarming all over the place. Guys like the one who did this to you aren't too brave."
"Just don't go."
Her lips found his. For a moment, Carl didn't know how to respond. Did she need comforting like this after being raped? Or was the kiss just a symbol of her gratitude for him stopping by in her hour of need?
The way her tongue pressed and demanded entry into his mouth told him it was more than a simple, chaste thank you kiss. He parted his lips and let her tongue come charging in.
There, tongues tangled erotically. She began slow, sensual strokes back and forth along the length of his tongue. The rough, wet, pink tongue stimulated him, made his breath come faster. As he tasted her wine-sweet saliva, he knew they weren't going to stop with simple kissing.
It was going to be a fun night -- fun after all the horror.
She broke off the kiss for a moment, as if reading his thoughts. "Don't worry about me, Carl. Just hold me and do what comes natural. I need to be reassured sex is good. Help me."
He helped her.
His arms wrapped around her slender shoulders as he passionately kissed her. Together they crumpled to the soft rug. There, bodies passionately wrestling, they began kissing in earnest.
She needed him badly. Her thoughts were scrambled up from the rape. It bad been a real mind-fuck for her. She had actually enjoyed what the man did to her while she was hating every second of it. Her body loved the harsh caresses, the hard driving prick going up her cunt. She felt betrayed by her body. Her twat had actually started drooling for that hideous man.
Mentally, she was so confused, she didn't know what to think. The feel of her boyfriend's lips against hers helped erase the confusion. She knew this was good. Sex was good. Fucking was the thing that always brightened her spirits, brought light to her dark world.
Her tongue stabbed out to crash against his. The very tips of their tongues worked little circles round each other. She was teasing and tormenting him. And both loved it.
Soon, their tongues began a hide and seek game. As she darted back into her own mouth, his tongue came looking. She stroked along one side, then dithered over his until they were engaged in a mock-fucking, their tongues doing what she wanted their baffles to duplicate.
He left her mouth and started working back along the line of her jaw. She sighed, a long shudder passing through her. It felt good having his mouth on her face, kissing her eyelids, her nose, her forehead. He was so gentle, especially after the other man's crude ways.
But hadn't she gotten off on those crude, rough strokes, the brutal way she had been used? She hadn't been able to confess this to the police. They would have told her she'd provoked the man, whoever he was.
There was no denying it, though, that she had felt something more than she ever had with Carl's gentle lovemaking.
Her mind spun off in wild directions as she tried to cope with this. It wasn't possible for her -- not right now.
Just enjoy, she told herself. Just, let him do whatever he wants. You'll feel better, it'll help erase any guilt feelings you've got about the rape. And the philosophy seemed to be working. Letting him kiss and lick all over her face was quieting her nerves while stimulating her. She felt calmer and aroused.
It was an odd combination, but one she liked.
"Keep going, dear. I want you so!"
"Ummm, you're a tasty wench!" he said. His tongue speared out and began digging into the hollow under her ear. "I think I like this. Want me to keep doing it?"
"Yes, oh, yes!"
And he did. The way his rough tongue moved up and down her neck gave her a chance to sort out the odd sensations in her body. It was arousal she was feeling. No guilt, just simple passion. It was a good feeling, one she'd experienced so many times before.
"Uungh, oh, that's heaven, pure heaven!" she sighed as his tongue began wiggling into her ear.
She could feel his hot breath caressing already delicate flesh. The tongue was a magic wand working all over her ear. When he started nibbling on her earlobe, she thought she was going to cum. The sensations mounting inside her were incredible. Perhaps some unreleased demon of passion lingered from the rape.
Maybe he was only bringing out her natural instincts.
She was afraid she'd really gotten turned on by the rape and needed sex, more sex, lots of it. She wanted cock.
While he was stroking and gnawing on her ear, agile fingers began exploring his body. She found his chest. It was virtually hairless, something she didn't much like, but which she could do nothing about. There was some primitive animal-thing about dragging her fingers through a man's thick dust hair. Since he had none she couldn't really get a "feel" about him. He was a modem man, a man of the city. She had the growing fear she needed someone more like a caveman to really use her.
She sighed again, then worked down his smooth chest. She normally played with his nipples, but not tonight. It seemed more important to her to get lower, find his cock, free it.
Finding his belt wasn't hard. She unfastened the buckle and soon had him wiggling out of his pants. His jockey shorts betrayed his arousal. She pressed close and felt the long, hard cylinder of his prick. He was ready to fuck.
So was she.
Freeing herself from his overeager kisses, she worked down to his chest. Her tongue played over each of his nipples briefly. He never got too hot when she did this. It was merely a way of teasing him, letting him know where she was really heading.
She left a trail of saliva behind. She nipped lightly at his belly. Still a little too fleshy for her, not fat, but not as trim as it could have been.
She found the cock she had been working toward. As if she had radar, she honed in on the very tip of his prick. Her tongue hesitantly reached out, then pushed boldly forth. He groaned as her tongue and his prick began to duel.
Swirling her tongue around the very end gave him a thrill of joy she knew would really get him hot. Her tongue worked lower along the length of his cock. She carefully nipped and kissed and licked. The skin was still hanging in loose folds in some places. He wasn't completely erect yet.
She'd take care of that in short order.
Her tongue whirled like a hurricane into the tangled mat of his pubic bush. The strands of hair became wet and snarled as her tongue pulled up little spires. Then she dived lower and began running her tongue over the man's dangling sac.
Inside, she could feel the balls lurching and tumbling. It was like listening to a pressure cooker coming to the point where the safety valve let off a little steam. But she knew his balls contained a much tastier load than just steam. She loved sucking him off. The taste of his jism was better than any gourmet food.
But it was still too early for her to give him the complete blow-job yet. Her own needs hadn't been taken care of yet. The hollow feeling between her legs demanded attention.
Swinging around 180 degrees, she spread her leg a little so they rested on each side of his head. Her mouth never left his cock. She sucked hard on the sides of his shaft, then lightly prodded his balls to make sure they were collapsing into the proper hard sphere of pure lust.
They were.
"Hey, let me get that robe out of my way!" she heard him call. She didn't stop her eager mouthing of his cock. Let him figure out the way up her robe. She wasn't wearing anything underneath. Her nightgown had been ripped to tatters by the rapist. She'd just put on a robe for the cops.
A wet tongue came questing up the inside of her leg. She shivered in reaction. It was heading directly for her cunt. That was where she needed his oral love. That was the purpose of all this. She needed reassurance that she wasn't a freak to be raped. She was a woman, a woman to be loved like a woman should be.
She rolled over onto her side and curled up a little to allow him better access to her twat. She was rewarded with his tongue slithering along her sex slit. She was all juicy and ready for him. And he was slurping up her inner oils as though he were dying of thirst.
He couldn't seem to get enough of her.
The tingles beginning in her cunt told her she was going to get a first-class tongue lashing from him. But she couldn't neglect his prick. She had to keep going. Her mouth completely engulfed the end of his cock. The thick hood spread slightly as she sucked it in.
As her tongue worked around it, she knew he was steel-hard now. There weren't any more loose sections of skin on his cock for her to tease. All had been filled out by his erection.
She sucked harder. She could feel his heart beating by pressing her tongue against his prick. The underside was more sensitive than any other part. This she gave special attention to. It was her way of thanking him for the glorious feeling he was giving her.
His tongue had stabbed far up her cunt. The tingly feelings had changed. She jerked back and forth around the impaling spike of his tongue like he'd jammed an electric cattle prod up her quim. It was hard to believe such a simple act could give her so much pleasure.
It could and did.
She wanted more.
By sucking and fondling his nuts, she was able to communicate her needs to him without speaking. He responded by pulling his tongue out of her cunt. Then he slowly ran his tongue along the inside of her labia. The pink, scalloped inner sex lips were more sensitive, he gave these special attention.
And sent lightning bolts of carnal pleasure blasting into her brain.
The girl's entire cunt was ablaze now. She felt as if fire ants were crawling around her twat, nipping here, biting there. And when his tongue surged up into her, it was a feeling multiplied a million times. How one little hunk of meat could do so much to her was something she wasn't able to understand.
It did. That was enough for her. She could enjoy his tonguing, his mouth love and not worry about anything. He would deliver her to the ultimate human experience.
When his tongue pressed against her clit, she came.
"AIEEEE! Oh, Chriiiist, it's so gooood!"
Her hips thrashed and shoved don hard into his face. She wanted more of his tongue all over her snatch. She had to have it licking her clit, driving far up her cunt, swirling around her pussy lips.
As the passions in her body abated a little, she realized she'd been neglecting his prick. It was all she could have done in the circumstance but she still felt guilty.
"Like this?" she asked, before diving back to his throbbingly alive cock.
Her mouth closed around his prick, then she sucked. Her cheeks went hollow under the strain. When her tongue gently touched the very tip of his prick, his hips jerked.
From between her thighs, she heard a tiny voice come, "I don't think I'll be able to stand that much longer. And, dammit, yes, it's super!"
She smiled and continued sucking on his cock. She loved giving head. The warm rod in her mouth was immediate, tasty, something she could feel and taste. The huge crown of his cock pushed avidly against her lips as his hips began a back and forth motion. She knew how badly he wanted to face-fuck her. In this position, it wasn't going to be easy.
And she wasn't going to help him much, either. She was a greedy bitch. She wanted the maximum pleasure his mouth could give her. Cunnilingus wasn't as great as actually having a cock shoved up her twat, fucking her, making her come alive to sex, but it was better than nothing.
Right now, she needed the assurance that someone cared.
The memory of the rape wasn't going to be washed any with just one session of mouth love. Or being fucked a dozen times. Maybe it would never leave her. The memory was too vivid. And her own guilt feelings about how she'd both enjoyed and hated it guaranteed confusion in the future.
But right now...
She sighed as she felt his tongue diving cock-hard into her cunt. She could feel that eager tongue slurping up her love juices, then stroking the sides of her twat. He pushed through the folds of her pussy walls, wiggled hip tongue against the velvety interior, then explored even deeper into her belly.
It was sheer heaven.
To reward him, she sucked even harder on his cock. She would have loved to have been able to see how they were positioned. Blind, she could only guess. The sixty-nine position was something of a cliche, but it worked. Oh, how it worked!
She was a living testament to that!
The pulsating prick in her mouth began to jerk faster and faster. She pressed her tongue against the pin-prick hole at the very end of his fuck stick. It grew as she tried wiggling her tongue into it.
Then her mouth was filled with creamy jism. His balls had reached the breaking point.
She let the gooey cum smear itself all over her tongue. Her taste buds screamed with delight. This was living! She loved the salty, tangy taste of jizz.
She greedily sucked his prick until it was dry. Spurt after spurt had arched into her mouth. Now his cock was beginning to shrivel. He was spent and wouldn't be any good to her for at least a half hour, maybe longer.
Then she knew how wrong she was. The feel of his tongue worming around her snatch told her how different it was now that she had nothing but her own body to think about.
She didn't have to give him a blow job. He was, milked. She could lean back, relax and let the good times flow through her body. Let his tongue work its magic on her. Sex had never been this good for her before.
She enjoyed.
His tongue was a tireless whip, beating against her blood-engorged pussy lips, sliding along underneath them to tickle and torment her inner labia. Just as she caught her breath from this erotic maneuver, he changed his tactics. His tongue dueled with the tiny spire of her clit.
Sexual electricity volted up and down her spine. Lights glowed in her brain. She felt the world falling away under her as the pressures mounted in her belly.
Then she was spinning wildly through the universe. She'd cum again. This climax was even bigger than the first had been. She just relaxed and rode out the sex-storm raging in her loins.
Exhausted, she drifted back to the reality of her darkened world. His tongue still worked over her sex slit, but she could feel her cunt drying up. Only the wetness of his saliva was left.
"Oh, Carl, thank you," she said. "I feel so much better now!"
"You feel better? I'm the one who should be thanking you. After all, you've been through tonight, you're still able to give head like that!" A tinge of awe gilded his voice.
"I needed it. I... I can't explain it. What that man did to me was so horrible and yet, yet I feel like I want more!"
"More? What do you mean?"
"I don't know. It's like a fuse was lit. I'm burning up inside and waiting for the explosion when the fuse finally sets off the dynamite. Or maybe it's like waiting for the other shoe to drop. I'm all tensed up inside and I don't know why."
"I think I know why."
She smiled, turning her face to his. She said, "Will you show me?"
"Sure. Come on!"
Chapter Three
He helped her to her feet. She was a little unsteady, but Carl had expected that. He was a bit tipsy, too. Getting eaten out like that had to really get to Lisa. His own prick was hanging limp from the sucking she'd given it.
Yeah, he could understand her being a little on the shaky side.
"Let's go into the bedroom, my dear. There, the maestro will play his magic organ and show you all the wonders of a deep, hidden world!"
She laughed and it was the sound of bells tinkling in a gentle breeze. It pleased Carl that Lisa was getting over the horror of her rape so fast. Soon, it would only be an unpleasant memory, one she'd have to consciously summon up.
"I'd rather feel a hot rod poking into the wonders of that deep, hidden world."
"And where is this mysterious world?"
"Here!"
She pirouetted for him. He marveled at how she looked. Wishing she could see herself did no good. Somehow, though, she knew how sexy she was without sight. And she was playing with him like a fisherman might play with a hooked fish.
"Mysterious, hmmmm, maybe. Show me more," he urged.
He leaned back and waited for the first stirring in his prick. It might take a few minutes, but he could wait. He'd have to.
The sight of her dancing was worth the time. Her tits were well-fleshed, but not too big. More than a mouthful, a good handful, but no floppy tits. He appreciated that. Her boobs were young, firm and ample. And enough to make his mouth water.
The rest of the package was well worth study, too. Her hair was being flung away from her shoulders in a glorious screen that masked her face, made her appear mysterious and delightful. He had to know she was blind, otherwise those eyes would never have betrayed the fact to him.
Carl was getting a charge out of watching her dance for him. She spun around and around, her hips waggling to a beat heard only by the two of them. She did a fantastic bump and grind routine.
The way her ass flared out caused tiny tingles of sensation to come to his sleeping penis. He knew she was working her special charm on him. Carl was patient. In a few more minutes, he'd be erect and ready to fuck the very hell out of her.
"I wanted to be a stripper when I was a kid. I thought it was a sexy thing," Lisa was saying. "Don't you think so?"
"I think you're so damned sexy, you would have stolen the show if you'd gone into the business. It's for the best, though, that you didn't."
He watched as she stood, legs spread wide, her pussy fur gleaming in the light of the room.
She put her hands on her hips, thrust her ass toward him and demanded, "Why was it for the best I didn't become a stripper? Don't you think I've got what it takes?"
"You've got more'n what it takes. The other girls would have been insanely jealous. And I'm selfish. I wouldn't like having to fight off thousands of horny admirers to get to you."
She pranced around, her legs smooth and slender. Then she struck another pose, this one positively lewd. Lisa seemed to be peering at him from between her legs, her ass and pussy completely exposed. The grinning sex lips beckoned to him. His prick jerked once, then began to inflate as excited blood pounded into it.
She'd finally gotten him up again.
"You can't see the vision I'm seeing now," he said, "but it's superb! And feel this."
He went to her, took her hand and placed it on his slowly hardening cock. She smiled broadly as it stiffened under her careful stroking. In another minute, he was completely rigid and ready for fucking.
"So to the bedroom!" she cried.
Before he could say a word, she was leading him off. He had to follow her. The firm grip she had on his cock never lessened. She used it to make sure he didn't go wandering off and leave her. As if he'd even think of it.
"There!" she said, tugging him toward the bed. He landed flat on his back, rocking slightly as the springs worked overtime to take his muscular body.
Before he could move, she scrambled onto the bed and was straddling his waist. She hovered over his erection like a bomber over its target. With her hand guiding his prick, there was no way she could miss.
"Fire when ready!" he shouted.
"You'd better not! We're going to make this last for a while. Maybe all night. I told you I was horny. I meant it!"
He licked his lips as he looked at the sexy chick straddling his waist and hanging onto his prick. Balling her all night long wouldn't be bad at all. But it struck him as being out of place. Lisa was no prude. They'd fucked enough times for him to know that.
But this was totally out of character for her. She wasn't usually the aggressor in the bedroom. He had to make her come to him, make her respond, then things went like gangbusters.
This was a new Lisa he was looking at. Not only did she have that sexual hunger, she was willing to do something about it.
The way she was stroking his cock, promising it her pussy, he didn't give a shit. All he wanted to do was get on with it.
"How's this?" she asked. Wiggling her hips, she slowly worked her way down until just the pussy lips touched his captive cock. She groaned as she swayed to and fro making certain his cock received the fresh flood of her cunt juices.
"Great. But I'm going to go insane if you don't stuff it in. Damn it, I want to fuck you!"
She laughed. It was a deep, rich laugh. And then she lowered herself another inch. She gasped as the crown of his cock penetrated her sex lips. Feeling the rim of his glans rubbing across her inner pussy lips sent, a tremor rumbling into her guts.
She had to have more.
Still rocking from side to side, she let another inch slide into her cunt. It was pure delight. His cock was warm, strong. It pulsed and gave her a sense of well-being. She was close to a man, a real man. And he'd make her feel like a complete woman.
Her hand moved rapidly up and down his cock. She felt the friction mount on the un-greased flesh. The groan echoing from his lips told her how badly he wanted to be buried balls-deep up her cunt.
Another inch of cock vanished between her cunt lips. She squeezed down now. The trembling flaps of rigid flesh pursed around the huge girth of his prick. She felt split apart, filled with his manhood.
Still more awaited. She finally couldn't stand it any longer. Letting gravity do the work, she dropped heavily, the cock spearing deep into her twat.
They both gasped at the same time. She shivered as she took the entire length up her cunt. It had been un-greased until his prick smeared the juices up and down the length of her twat. The friction had burned like hell-like hell fires.
That set off a chain reaction in her belly. Her hips were continually twitching from side to side to work the spike of man meat even deeper into her cunt but it was the flames of lust that made her moan. She could barely withstand the sexual pressures building in her body. Without release, she would go mad.
"Oh, God, I can't take this! It's too gooood!" she croaked.
"You're not kidding," he answered. "Your cunt's so hot. Feels like a furnace inside. And the way you're squeezing down on me! Christ!"
His hips bucked a little off the bed. She shuddered again as his cock drove a half inch farther up her cunt. Then she knew this was fine, great, but there was more. With a little work, she could fuck herself on his jutting, upright cock.
She started, slowly at first, then building up speed.
As the cock left her twat, she felt the intense vacuum being formed in her guts. The seal between her cunt walls and the man's prick was almost perfect.
That couldn't last. When his cock slithered out of her twat, there was an obscene smacking noise. The very sound was enough to get her even hotter for his cock.
Being blind required her to depend on other senses. She couldn't see his fierce red prick. She only felt it with her hands, with her delicate cunt. That had to replace part of the stimulus she would get visually.
The sounds of the fucking also took on added meaning for her. She listened carefully to them, knew what every single noise meant. The wet slurping as his cock snapped free of her cunt gave her an incredible sexual surge.
Every nerve in her body came alive in anticipation.
She groped under her wide-open legs until she found his slippery prick again. She pulled it upright, then collapsed on it. The cock stabbed deep up her cunt once again.
"God, oh, God!" she moaned. "It's too much. Too big!"
"Fuck faster," he ordered. "I want you burning my cock off from the heat in that tiny little cunt of yours!"
Bending forward, she sought and found his lips. As she kissed him, her hips began pistoning up and down. The prick was nicely situated in her twat now.
The fucking began stimulating her in places other than her cunt. The way her tits dragged over his smooth chest sent tiny ripples of delight into her. The rock-hard nipples rubbed back skid forth as her hips jerked up and don. When her boobs felt like they were going to explode, she knew she was almost at the point of her climax.
"I... I can't, oh, it's... I'm cuming!"
His arms wrapped her and pulled her body close to his as her body went berserk. Hips flying she tried to split herself apart all the way to the chin on his cock.
The fires raging in her belly consumed her. Liquid fire seared her lungs, made her aware of every little thing around her.
She felt the huge crown of his prick inside her cunt. As the walls of her pussy contracted in response to her cum, she realized how thick the man's cock actually was. It was filling her to overflowing. She couldn't take it all.
Yet, she did.
The sounds of the fucking were droned out by the throbbing of blood in her ears. Her own harsh breathing made it so difficult to hear, she had to rely on her other senses. The woman could barely hear her on shrieks of pure sexual release.
The odors took on a new and different scent for her. The heavy male musk became mixed with her own fucking aroma. She was sweaty, her cunt dribbling out a huge quantity of juices and she'd bitten her lower lip so hard even blood flowed. She was vaguely aware of the salty tang in her nostrils from the blood.
The climax died but she still had the erection hidden in her pussy. She'd gotten off but he hadn't. He was still wanting to fuck, fuck, fuck until he got his rocks off.
"Keep going," he urged. "I love your cunt on my prick. You're swallowing me whole!"
She straightened enough to allow him to grip her tits. The hands fondled and gasped her in all the right places. He pinched the undersides of her boobs, then worked his way up to the ruddy areolas. In the center of the coppery plains were hard nipples, nipples pulsing with each heartbeat.
As he clamped down on her turgid nipples, she came again.
Fireworks blasted through her body, caused her to arch her spine until she was certain it would break. All that happened was the added motion of the cock inside her continued stimulating far past the point where she'd have thought possible.
"Up and down we go!" he said. His sure hands still gripped her knockers in a firm grasp. There was no way he was going to turn her loose now. Not for a few minutes. Not until he came.
He forced the mounds of tit flesh upward. She groaned and followed the direction. It took her off his prick. Then he pulled her down around his cock. Back, and forth he worked her body. She was a puppet being manipulated by him.
It excited her. He was using her. He was making her do his bidding. It wasn't rape, but it was... exciting!
She thrilled to the way he was playing with her body. She leaned back as far as she could making certain his cock was bending with her. Then she began pumping her hips.
He let out a loud moan. She knew she was giving him the ultimate in fucking. Cock bent at a new and delightfully different angle, her hot cunt clinging to his prick, her hips stirring his lusts, how could she fail?
She succeeded.
His cock began blasting out its creamy load into her yearning twat. Letting him guide her up and down, hands on her ballooning tits, she fucked wildly.
"GO, baby, go, go, GO!"
There was no stopping her now. She felt the urges mounting once more in her own body. Each fountaining spurt of jism into her twat was like acid touching a raw nerve. She quivered in reaction. It was too much for her to bear.
She came.
As her cunt convulsed again, she felt the ripply walls squeezing don hard on his cock. She was milking him dry of every precious drop of cum.
Body covered with sweat, she collapsed forward and off his already drooping prick.
Side by side, they lay, locked in each other's arms.
"You're great, darling," Carl said. "Just simply great..."
"I'm glad you liked it -- me too. Tonight's so different. I can't put it into words, what's happened. Maybe tomorrow. But you're good therapy for me. You and your cock."
She fell asleep with him stroking her hair, kissing her cheeks and forehead. But her dreams were more violent. She felt a male bludgeon smashing into her cunt, raping her, making her do things she hated... desired with all her soul.
It was a long night.
Chapter Four
"Wake up, Lisa. Wake up!" Carl said, shaking her.
She awoke in a flash. Her nightmares had been evil. She must have been screaming for him to prod her awake like that. Her heart was hammering wildly and she was drenched in sweat.
"You were having a nightmare. You okay?"
She heard concern in his voice. She reached out and touched his lips. She gently traced the outline of them, then stroked down his neck and rested her hand on his shoulder.
"Yes, I'm fine. It just got to me a little, I guess. Not every day a gal gets raped, you know."
"I know," he said softly. He wondered what else lurked behind that seemingly innocent comment. She was having nightmares, that was to be expected. But he could sense something else in her words. Had she actually enjoyed the rape? It hardly seemed possible.
Whatever it was, he could detect a hell of a lot of guilt and something deeply suppressed.
"Wow, it's spooky thinking about last night. It seems like a million years ago -- and only a second ago. Time's all jumbled up in my head."
"Is that all that's mixed up?"
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Nothing. You just sound, well, you sound wistful. You make it out to be a rotten experience, sure, but you're also making me think you want to be raped again."
Lisa wasn't sure how close Carl had come to the truth. Damned close, she was afraid. She just didn't understand this side of herself so how could she explain it to him?
"I'll live."
"Sure you will. And I've got something to ask you. This is a rotten time, I know, but I've got to."
"So, shoot. What is it, darling?"
"I finally got that job with Petrox Overseas Oil."
"Oh, Carl, that's marvelous!" she squealed, throwing her arms around his neck and kissing him soundly. He'd been chewing his fingernails over his high-paying job for months.
"There's, more. I've got to leave the country. I'm going to be in the North Sea on one of the oil rigs there."
"Y-you won't be here?" Suddenly, she felt abandoned.
"Nope. But you can come with me. I want you to marry me, Lisa. I know it's lousy timing after last night, but the company's shipping me out at midnight. We can just barely get things started. Maybe get married in Scotland, then go on a short honeymoon. How's an old castle sound to you? Maybe a bit drafty, but I've got a perfect cure for that."
He pulled her close and kissed her to show what the cure was.
She tensed for a moment. Lisa didn't want to lose Carl. She liked him, she liked him a lot. But marry him? Somehow, it had never entered her mind. He was good in bed, was well-built and now he had a high-paying job as well.
But marriage?
"Uh, look, Carl. This is too sudden. I just can't make a decision like this."
"I'm afraid you're going to have to, Lisa. But I'll give you some time to think it over. While we take a shower. You're all sweaty and so am I. Let's go work up a real lather!"
They raced to the shower. It wasn't much of a race because Carl let Lisa get in front of him. He loved watching the way her ass wiggled when she ran. It was a cute little circular movement, tantalizing, promising so very much in the way of arousal.
Laughing, she turned on the shower, felt the temperature and adjusted the knobs until it was just right. Then Carl scooped her up in his arms and they both tumbled into the tiny stall.
With the water cascading around them, they [missing text].
The feel of the water stung her smooth skin. She felt every little drop of the hot water as if it were a needle digging into her flesh. And it made her come totally alive. She could forget the world and all the nasty things in it.
All that mattered was the man's lips on hers.
She gripped his body close to her passionately. Her tits flattened against his chest as they hugged one another. Their kiss deepened and tongues began flittering back and forth between their mouths.
Everything was perfect.
She slid her hand up and down the man's back, now slick with the water. When she found the rounded curve of his buttocks, she knew she'd discovered something potentially arousing for both of them.
Her slim fingers dove into the deep crevice between his tightly muscled ass cheeks. Then she stabbed her finger down on the hard ring of muscle that was his ass hole.
He gasped, his tongue pressing hard against hers. She refused to let his mouth escape her. She wanted stimulation all over her body. One little part missed and all this was for nothing.
Her tits were beginning to throb with lust. The nipples were pumping into marble-like rocks of obvious arousal. His mouth on hers kept her tongue fully occupied.
And the hands cupping his as were squeezing gently to let him know how much she needed him.
When her finger worked its way up into his asshole, he gasped. Pulling his mouth from hers, he said, "What you doing back there? Whatever you've got in mind, keep it up!"
"That's your department, darling," she said, hand running down between them. There was no doubt he was keeping it up. His cock had risen to full erection and was jerking with vitality. The water beaded on it to run down into his thick bush.
She wished she could see it. Her hand would have to give her the full message of everything happening to his body. But it was more than equal to the task. Her finger on his prostate gland proved to be a source of complete stimulation for him.
All she had to do was wiggle her finger and he was reduced to moans so incoherent she wondered if he was choking.
He wasn't. He was enjoying. And one thing would make him enjoy this even more. As warm as the water was, he knew a hotter place for his cock.
"Spread those lowly legs of yours. I want to make sure you don't get away from me."
"What? Get away in this tiny stall? And while I still have my finger jammed up your ass? You're crazy!"
But she did as he commanded. She wanted his cock in her. The way it shook with virility gave her immense pleasure. Controlling it, massaging it with the walls of her cunt, those were the things she could revel in. Seeing wasn't a turn-on for her, feeling was.
Her legs parted wide enough for him to dip down, position his body, then shoot upwards like a rocket taking off. His aim was right on target.
They both gasped when his prick blasted into her cunt. The way she was standing, it wasn't quite a straight-in shot. His prick was bent a little by her body. As steel-rigid as it was, having his cock twisted sent a tremor earth-quaking all the way into his pain.
For the woman, she shrieked in pleasure. One second, the only real stimulation she was getting came from the water dribbling all over her body. The next, she was impaled with a single thrust. And that thrust was done by a huge cock.
Her delicate pussy-meat was twisted and pulled apart. The strength fled from her body. She wasn't able to stand any longer. She had to crumple to the floor of the shower stall.
All that kept her upright was the hard spike of cock in her cunt. This caused the prick to dig even deeper into her belly as she sank down. Then the new waves of carnal delight pulsing throughout her gave her added incentive for more sex.
It wouldn't do just giving up and letting him fuck her. She could take a more active role in this wet screwing.
Her finger wiggled in the glove-tight passage of his ass. She felt immediate response. His cock bucked hard inside her cunt. She could control him by the simple use of that finger in his rear. It was as if she had her finger on the trigger of his gun.
He was hers to command.
"Let's move around a little. It's good, darling, but it can be great," she told him.
"Whatever you want."
"Yes, whatever I want!" she repeated, emphasizing her point with another jerk of her finger.
She almost came when his cock began a steady dance inside her twat. The stimulation she was giving his prostate with her finger had to be really turning him into an animal. She couldn't remember when he had ever felt so big, so strong, so powerful in her cunt before.
He started a slow fucking. It wasn't very satisfactory to either of them. Feet slipping, bodies propped against the walls of the shower stall, the strokes were shallow and unsatisfying.
"Wait. Let's do this right," she said. She wrapped a leg around his waist and gasped when she did. Just lifting that leg drove his prick even farther into her belly.
"Now. Now try it. Slow, deep strokes."
She pressed her shoulders back into the corner of the stall. The water showered down on her boobs, stinging, making them feel more alive than they ever had from a man's mouth. Each little jet of hot water was a whip stimulating a separate nerve. Millions of the tiny whips beat into her nipples and took her breath away.
And when he began to move his hips, it was just as she'd thought it would be. He had the leverage now to pull almost all the way out of her cunt, then back in. The backing was slow, deliberate. It built both their desires up gradually.
She kept her finger in his warm anus. The feel of his muscles flowing as he fucked her was an added treat. She seldom got to experience the way his ass tightened and relaxed as his hips pistoned into her twat. Now, that was just part of the big turn-on for the woman.
Her leg rested on the man's waist, wrapped around him like a boa constrictor. When she wanted, she could pull him closer, deeper, farther up her cunt. She waited for the proper time. Now he was merely getting them ready for the payoff.
When she was ready to cum, everything would be perfect.
"Tell me what you see. Tell me everything," she sighed.
"Everything? I don't know, uh, ummm, where to begin." He had to catch his breath as his cock slid into her well-greased slit. The way her cunt opened and closed on him made him sure she could break his prick off at any second.
But what a wonderful place to have it happen! He'd never found a chick with such a tight pussy before. Not even the one virgin whose cherry he'd popped had been this tight. She could grip a man and hang onto his prick without once using her hands. The secret was buried deep up her cunt.
As he discovered every time he balled her.
"I see two luscious mounds of tit flesh. All wet now. The water's running down the slopes and into the canyon between them. Bet it tickles a little. The nipples are cherry red. And I can even see them throb each time your heart beats."
"What else? I can feel the water. And the way the blood's rushing in my head, I can barely hear."
She sighed as she felt his cock burying itself far up into her again. She tensed and relaxed her muscles a little, giving his prick a knowing squeeze. Promising more, he'd be sure to ram as hard and fast as he could -- when she wanted it.
"A trim waist. A belly button filled with water." He arched his back a little and peered down at their genitals. "And I see my cock pushing between your pink pussy lips. It's disappearing like you're some kind of magician. Instead of pulling a rabbit out of a hat, you're making my cock disappear."
"Feels good," she said, smiling. "What else? What else do you see?"
"Not much else without breaking my neck. Your leg is pressed close to mine and your other one is pulling me into that lovely twat of yours. God, I can barely keep it in! Balls are gonna blow up any second!"
"Easy, boy, easy!" she said. He couldn't cum yet. She was just beginning to feel the real urges in her body stir. The sexual pressure was building up but it was nowhere near as huge as she wanted -- demanded!
Tightening her leg around his waist and using her hidden finger, she pulled him to her. His cock spread her tight cunt walls. She kept him buried balls deep. The way his prick was bucking around, she knew he was telling the truth.
In a few seconds, his cock would erupt.
Working her own hips up and down a little, she began to generate an intense friction in her cunt. Short, quick strokes fanned the flames of her lust. His prick quickly burned away the flow of her fuck fluids and stimulated her sex lips to the fullest.
He was getting into her as best as the confined quarters would let them.
She relaxed as much as she could and let all the sensations crash into her body at once. The water... nipples going to pop... cunt filled with prick... leg around his waist... finger deep up his ass... the flow of his muscular body... his bucking cock... the clit about ready to explode...
"Yes, oh, God, yesss! Now, fuck me as hard as you can, oh, nooow!"
And he started with her urging him on. Her finger drove in and out of his ass, stroking along his prostate. Her leg pulled him back and forth adding to his already powerful thrusts.
And with the water pouring over her, she knew every nerve was totally receptive to the fucking. No tiny parcel of pleasure was going to be missed. Not this time. Not by her.
His strokes lengthened, deepened, began more powerful. Each time he rammed hard into her, they grunted. She knew he was going to tear her apart. His cock seared all along her twat. The huge cock was stretching her inner membrane to the limit.
Their crotches pound together as he stayed buried balls-deep in her cunt. The motion rubbed against her clit. The tiny pea-like organ screamed joy.
She remembered the feel of his prick surging in and out of her cunt. The water all around her, tickling as it washed over their passionately fucking organs, the stimulation it gave, all this she remembered. Her leg made certain he was striving his hardest. And as she began finger-fucking his ass, he came.
The fire hose of his cock blasted out a steady stream of cum. She filled with the gooey jism as both of them rocked through orgasm.
She let her finger drop from his asshole and relaxed. It was difficult getting her leg planted firmly back on the floor of the shower. The booth was small -- the designer had never intended it to be used for such impassioned activities.
Then his depleted cock slipped from her cunt. It was limp now, totally exhausted.
He sighed and said, "I felt as if my guts were going to follow my jizz into you this time. That finger stroking up my ass really got me going!"
"Glad you liked it. And I feel better now, too. Not so lonely."
She shivered in spite of the hot water on her shoulders. A river of his cum was running down the inside of her thigh. She brushed it away but it stuck to her hand, clung with the tenacity of a glue. He laughed. "Here, let me wash you off. After all, honey, that's one reason we came in."
Lisa smiled. "You're right. I do remember, vaguely, that we were going to take a little of the grime off."
"So let's get on with it!"
They busily lathered each other, the sensual feel of hands gliding back and forth without friction stirring both of their lusts again. Unfortunately, there wasn't much Carl could do about it. For a moment, he dropped to his knees and tried eating out Lisa's cunt.
He spat, choking.
"What's the matter? Get a mouthful of soap suds?"
"Yea. I haven't tasted anything like that since my mother washed my mouth out for saying naughty things."
"Just think what she'd wash your mouth out with if she caught you naked in a shower, fucking a chick, trying to eat her out!"
"I don't want to think about it. After all, we're not married." He paused for a moment, then said, "That can be taken care of pretty fast, Lisa. Maybe we can get over to Vegas and get married on the way to New York. By the time we're in Scotland, we'd be on our honeymoon. We wouldn't have to wait at all."
She said nothing. She let the water rinse off the rest of the soap, then quickly stepped from the shower. Lisa briskly toweled herself off to give a few seconds of thought to what Carl was saying.
He was serious about her marrying him. This was the second time he'd mentioned it. Somehow, she'd thought he was feeling sorry for her the night before. It would vanish like mist in the sunlight by morning.
But no, he was still asking her to marry him. "Carl," she said slowly, "I just don't think it would work out for us. I like you a lot. Maybe I love you. I don't know."
"But..."
"But nothing. I think I might love you. I'm not positive. Until I can be sure, I won't marry you or anybody else."
She heard him make a noise she couldn't interpret. It might have been a snort of disgust or a choked off curse. Then he was grabbing his clothes in the bedroom.
Hesitantly, she groped into the room and called, "Wait, Carl. Maybe we can..."
The front door slammed.
It had the ring of finality and she had no idea what she was going to do with him gone.
Chapter Five
The day dragged. Lisa tried to occupy her time listening to the radio, favorite records, cleaning. All those things were make-work. She knew it and that irritated her.
Losing Carl as she had also bothered her, but not in the way she felt it should have. Lisa was sorry to see him gone. He wouldn't be around to warm her bed, her body. That was the great loss for her. She somehow couldn't get too upset over any loss other than his cock.
Sex was the only true bond she had with. Carl.
Now that he was gone, though, so was her sexual outlet.
She turned the radio up louder to try and drown out the little noises she had come to live with in her black world. Not able to see what caused the tiny settling noises of the house, the sudden screeching of tires in the street, the minute snaps of twigs in the backyard all made her increasingly paranoid.
What if the rapist returned?
Even worse, what if he didn't?
Lisa could hardly face the fact that his brutalizing fucking had been exciting to her. She hated every instant of the degrading experience -- and it had been more stimulating than any sex with Carl ever had been.
She couldn't get it all straight in her head. It only jumbled together in a stewpot of confusion.
Evening came and with it the news. She listened with growing fright as the newscaster reported, "And there has been still another reported rape. The rapist was not caught and no clue as to his identity has been released by the police. This is the fourth in as many weeks. On the foreign scene..."
Lisa snapped off the radio and sat, thinking hard. She wasn't the only victim. There had been others. From the way the reporter talked, there would be future victims.
Did they all have the same love-hate problem with being used, abused?
Lisa doubted it. They all were probably happily married, had men to look after them, were incensed and embarrassed and totally humiliated. They would get over their horrible experiences in a month or a year but they would always remember their rape with fear, loathing.
Lisa's memories kept returning to how she had enjoyed it while hating it at the same time.
When a rustle came from outside her window, she jumped a foot. It could have been the untrimmed branch of the tree brushing against the glass. Or it could have been the rapist returning for a second helping of her juicy cunt.
She'd never felt more helpless or scared in her life. Until she could get her head together, she was a blind victim totally under the power of her own fears.
Lisa rushed to the telephone and called the only person she knew who might be able to call her.
Her brother, Steve, lived several miles away and was usually on the road selling heavy farm machinery. He hadn't been in town last night, he might not have returned.
The phone rang several times before a sleepy voice answered, "Yeah, what is it?"
"Oh, Steve!" she sobbed, her emotions boiling over. "I'm so glad to hear your voice -- C-can you c-come over? I need you so!"
"I just got in and hit the sack." He hesitated a second, yawning loudly, then said, "Okay. Sounds like you got a world of problems. Big brother'll be over to kiss away the hurt or whatever. See you in, say, an hour?"
"Thank you, Steve. I... I'll explain when you get here. And please hurry. I need you!"
"Okay, Sis. Just stay cool. Nothing's going to happen. Be there in a while."
The dial tone seemed to mock her. And the forty-five minutes until Steve's knock on her door seemed an eternity. She knew it was him from the sound of his footsteps on the flagstone walk, the way he knocked. Being blind had few advantages and picking out distinctive sounds was one.
She threw the door open and flung herself around his neck. "Oh, Steve! Thank you for coming over! I've been so scared!"
"Scared? Of what?" he asked. He wasn't displeased with his sister's show of affection, but it confused him. She usually tried to be as independent as possible, to show the world she could make it without eyes.
The entire story came bubbling out. She told him of the rape, the way the police had acted, of Carl's departure for Scotland.
"But if you thought you heard someone scratching around outside, you should have called the cops. That's what they're being paid for."
"You weren't here last night. You didn't hear the way they talked. The one in charge made it sound like the rape was my fault. If I lived in a bank vault, I couldn't have prevented it!"
"Sure, Sis, sure. Just keep calm," he said, his arm around her shoulders. He pulled her close and kissed her.
He had to admit the police lieutenant probably wouldn't have understood the real problem with Lisa. She was beautiful but knew it only because others told her. The way her tits flared out impudently against the thin fabric of her T-shirt was incitement to riot as well as rape. She simply couldn't see this.
She couldn't see at all. And not seeing, she had no basis for comparison. She hardly believed she could be attractive to a man because the concept was based so much on seeing.
If the detective had seen her dressed in the T-shirt without a bra, her nipples tiny mushrooms on the white cotton fabric and those skin-tight jeans Lisa insisted on wearing, he would have been right thinking she was asking to be raped.
Steve knew better. Lisa dressed in what she felt comfortable in, that was her only consideration. That men would be turned on by the way she dressed was a vague concept she could accept intellectually, but not emotionally.
"I've looked over the place before I came in. There's no one around who shouldn't be here. The Hotchkiss kids were playing in the empty lot but they're home eating dinner probably. You might have heard them coming after their ball. Or it might have been the wind rustling the tree. I doubt it was anything more than that."
She clung to his arm, uncomfortably close. Did Lisa realize the way she was hanging onto him was most un-sisterly? Steve couldn't tell.
"I'm glad you came over, Steve. After Carl left, I... I just didn't know what to do!"
"That doesn't sound like you at all, Lisa. You're the independent one. At least, you're always telling me that. Ever since Mom and Dad died, you have gotten okay."
She fell silent for a moment, then suddenly said, "If it's safe outside, why don't I mix us a couple drinks for us and we can go sit on the back patio? It's so nice this time of year."
"Okay. Make mine the usual."
"The usual bourbon on the rocks or the usual screwdriver?" she asked.
"Bourbon. I need something nice and fiery hot down in my belly right now to soothe my nerves."
He couldn't interpret her smile or the cryptic, "Yeah, I know. I need something flew hot in my belly, too." With a quick twist she was gone. Steve might have been imagining it but it seemed as if his little sister gave her ass a little more wiggle than she usually did.
Going outside, he found it as pleasant a night as Lisa had promised. He sat in the double-seat swing and gently rocked back and forth, thinking. This might be a figment of his imagination, the way Lisa was coming on to him. He'd tried living down his feelings of lust for her ever since he'd been sixteen and she was only thirteen.
Even then, he'd seen more of a woman in her than most of the chicks he was dating in high school.
But society told him such longings were sick. He couldn't do anything as perverted as actually lusting after his own sister.
He did. But he was frustrated because he knew his more-than-brotherly-love could never amount to anything. Still, the thought crept into his mind that Lisa might have been as turned on by him as he was by her.
The way she was acting tonight suggested that.
His cock spasmed when she came through the lighted doorway. She was silhouetted perfectly by the bright light behind her. Tits jutted in a luscious display of tit flesh. The mounds were high and firm and big enough to satisfy any man.
And her legs! Encased though they were in the heavy denim jeans, he could see they were long, slender and could crush the very life out of a man if they were wrapped around his waist. And if she were that close, his cock would just have to be buried far up her tight little twat.
Steve didn't doubt for a second his sister had a cunt that could give a man intense pleasure. He wasn't sure about her relations with other men. She never mentioned her affairs, even with Carl. He knew she was no virgin. He also knew his cock wouldn't stay down.
He wanted to fuck her.
"Where are you, Steve? Oh, there you are!" She unerringly turned and came toward his seat in the quiet dark corner of the porch. His slight movement had caused the chains to squeak revealing his location to her.
She held out his drink. Suddenly his mouth felt filled with cotton. He gripped the glass as if his very life depended on it and downed the contents in one quick gulp. The amber fluid burned all the way down into his stomach where it pooled and began chewing away at his guts.
"You must be thirsty," she said. "Or something's bothering you. What is it?"
She sat disturbingly close to him. Her thigh pressed warmly against his. And the way she turned her blind eyes directly to his made him think she might not see his face but could look all the way into his soul.
"I'm just a little uptight over the stuff you've told me."
"Oh, don't be, Steve!" Her hand reached out and lightly touched his wrist. He jumped as if she'd stuck him with a needle.
"Steve! What's wrong, darling?"
"Nothing. Really, I... never mind." He wasn't able to cope with the way his prick was slowly rising in response to his illicit desire for her. And it slowly penetrated his brain she'd called him darling. She'd never done that before.
"Look, Lisa, what is it you want from me?"
"Nothing, Steve. Well, maybe company. I was so lonely. I felt clit off from everyone for the first time since Mother and Daddy were killed."
The plaintive tone in her voice quelled his thoughts that she was after him sexually. But that still didn't help his own desire for her.
"Well, if there's nothing else I can do, I'd better be going. Ins out on the road a long time and I'm tired."
"Wait! Don't go yet, please." Her hand reached out but missed his arm. She had her palm against his crotch. It was purely accident. After all, she couldn't see and he had been starting to stand.
Or was it accident? He couldn't tell. That robbed his legs of their strength and he fell back into the swing.
"I need you more than ever, Steve. I don't know how to say this. You've been my big brother, sure, but there's always been more. Like this."
Her hand rubbed over his crotch. There was no way he could hide his erection from her supple, well-educated fingers. Those fingers could detect the tiny bumps of a Braille text. There was no way they could miss the huge cylinder of his full erect cock struggling to be free of his jeans.
"I don't know what you mean," he lied.
"You do. We both know. I want you as much as you want me. Comfort me, darling, really comfort me. And you know how I mean!"
Her hand moved with the speed of light. There was a metallic hiss and his zipper was open. His prick snapped to rigid attention. Her fingers curled around it and gently stroked up and down.
"Lisa, please. We... I can't! This isn't right. It'll be incest!"
"Incest," she spat out. "That's just a scare word. What difference does it make to us? You're not going to knock me up. I'm on the pill. All that matters is what we feel! And I feel you wanting me!"
She tugged insistently at his cock.
For a moment, he couldn't decide if she was right or wrong. Then it no longer mattered.
He leaned forward and kissed her. The kiss wasn't a chaste, brotherly one. It was tender and passionate and insistent and demanding. He wanted her in his arms, writhing with joy, coupling with abandon.
He wanted to fuck the hell out of his sister!
And she obviously wanted him as badly.
Their mouths met and their tongues crashed into each other in their hurry for total arousal. Dancing wildly, their tongues caressed and stroked and gently massaged each other until both were breathing heavily.
Her hand on his cock, she pulled him down on top of her. The swaying of the swing seemed to add to their desire. It hinted at an ages-old motion of fucking. Before he knew it, his hands were working and unfastening the snap of her jeans.
Hips wiggling, body squirming, she quickly shed those light pants like a caterpillar shedding a useless skin. She changed into a glorious butterfly. His hand found her legs, her smooth, satiny legs and began stroking.
Slowly, his hand moved toward her crotch. The divine triangle of her sex beckoned him like a magnet pulls iron. But he resisted the urge to leap forward and stuff his finger up her twat. Instead, he was going to really show her how an expert lover operated.
He'd fuck her like she'd never been fucked before.
His hand inched toward her seething cunt. When his hand promised paradise, it quickly raced don the inside of her leg. The nerves from her snatch to the inside of her knee were all treated to a firm, toady gasp.
Then he slowly worked his way back toward her crotch. It we a torment and it we driving her wild with lust for him.
That was what he wanted.
She was struggling to pull his cock into her cunt. He resisted. As much as he wanted to mount her, then fuck his brains out, he held back. This had to be right. It wasn't every day a guy got to ball his own sister.
That thought worried him. Incest. His very own flesh and blood. His sister. His lovely, blind, helpless sister. Incest with her was wrong. It shouldn't be.
As he started to lift his weight from her pinned body, she gripped his cock and pulled him closer to her twat. There was sudden resolve in him. It didn't matter what went on between them. This was a private matter. Who cared if he was fucking his own sister?
She wanted it!
"Go on, babe, spread those lovely legs for me. Let me into your warm little cunt!" he whispered hotly in her ear. The swing began rocking under their combined weight as they moved into the proper position.
"I need you so! Fuck me good! Let me have your wonderful prick all the way up my cunt!"
She lifted her hips and draped one leg over the back of the seat so that her cunt was wantonly exposed to him. For a moment, all he could do was look. The sight of her drooling pussy lips almost made him blow his wad. He could feel the churning deep in his balls. It was only a matter of seconds before he was creaming all over the place like some kid getting his first piece of tail.
He took a deep breath and allowed her hand to guide his prick to her cunt. He hesitated for a moment. The heat boiling out of her twat was like the fires of hell.
Hips ramming forward, he buried his prick all the way to his balls.
It wasn't hell, it was sheer heaven!
He was surrounded by clutching hot female cunt. Every fold of her soft pussy seemed to grip at his cock, make him feel welcome. The heat boiling out threatened to melt him like an icicle in the sun. But the way her cunt walls squeezed down on him made sure that wouldn't happen.
His cock was rigid and would stay that way. Sheer carnal lust for his own sister insured that.
He began to work his hips back and forth. His cock almost slid out of her juicy quim because of the swaying motion of the swing. It gave a completely different feel to the fucking, that swaying back and forth. But it was a good feel. Almost as good as actually being buried full length in her cunt.
"More, faster, oh, ungh! I... I need you, dearest! Ride me hard! Give all your cock to me!"
He couldn't deny his very own sister this wish. Not when it was his desire, as well!
He began pistoning his hips forward with greater force. He could feel his balls wetly slapping against the girl's upturned ass. The moist fucking noises drove him on a much as her tight, hot pussy.
He could look down into her face, see the look of ecstasy on it. Incest? It was a scare word. Pleasure was the real word. This was the most enjoyable screwing he'd done in years. How badly he'd lusted after his own sister only to deny himself the pleasure.
His cock rammed faster and faster in her greased channel of lust. The friction built in his loins. He wasn't able to really get much leverage for the deep thrusts he so loved. The swing's motion prevented it. A foot planted firmly on the porch helped.
As his sister lifted her leg even higher over the back of the swing and let her other trim leg drift wider, he found himself fucking an incredibly tight pussy.
Never had he found a woman with a twat this small!
If he hadn't known better, he would have thought his sister was a virgin!
But no virgin could use her cunt muscles like she was. The smooth play up and down the length of her velvet lined cunt milked him of his cum. The way she clutched and gripped and played with his fucking cock told him she was adept at balling.
It was more than fun for her, it was an art. And she was an artist of the first class.
Panting, sweat running into his eyes, he kept his hips working harder and harder. He was splitting her apart with his powerful cock. His sister was only able to emit tiny moans of pleasure. No words would form telling how much she was getting off on this.
His cock fucked faster into her cunt. The heat mounted. Friction burned both pussy wail and prick. The fire moved slowly back into his balls. He felt the world tumbling around him.
Fucking her cunt. His sister's cunt. Incest. Warmth and pleasure never known before. Incest. Making the best of his chance with the lovely, blind girl. His sister's responding to his lovemaking. Their fucking taking on intense ecstasy for both.
Then he came. His cock erupted a fountain of pure white, burning hot cum. He spurted a tiny gob into her hungry cunt. Then his cock exploded with the fury of a bomb going off. He blasted his cum all the way into her womb.
Then he was vaguely aware of her shrieking in joy. Her hips were bucking hard, humping up to meet his every forward thrust. She was taking him in as far as she could. Her cum was matching his in intensity.
What was she thinking about?
Was it incest? Did she get off on the fact she was balling her own brother? Or was it something else?
Was he that good a cocksman? Had he fucked her better than any other stud ever had before?
He hoped that was it. He hoped she dug this simply because he was so expert a lover rather than because he was her brother. It didn't matter that much, but it mattered.
His passions spent, he felt his cock slowly go limp inside her twat. She was still wracked with her climax. He tried to keep her up on that lofty pinnacle of human desire for a little while longer by diddling her pea-sized clit.
It worked.
She screamed again and was thrashing through another orgasm before he realized it.
Then Lisa limply collapsed into the seat of the swing. She left her leg draped over the top of the seat, her cunt still lewdly exposed to his lusting gaze.
She simply didn't realize how much such things turned him on. Or did she? Steve couldn't come up with an answer for that question. Nor could he come up with much else for some time, no matter how sexy the sights she presented him.
"Should we have done it?" he asked her.
"Why not? I enjoyed the hell out of it. I just wish I could have seen what was going on."
"It's nice," he admitted. "But there may be things you get out of screwing other people can't. Your sense of feel might be better. You might get a larger charge out of my cock fucking you because you, can't see."
He suddenly shut up. He listened to what he was saying. It all sounded so perverted! He was talking about balling his sister. Every moral value he'd ever been taught had been broken here tonight.
And Lisa was his willing partner in the crime.
Crime? It didn't seem that way to him. It felt good. Incest? Maybe it was just a modern day hex word. Lisa was on the pill. He couldn't get her pregnant.
Then he shuddered. He wasn't going to father a child by his own sister! That was just too perverted for him to ever bear.
"It's chilly out here now, Steve. Let's go in."
He looked down at her still widely split beaver. No wonder she thought it was cold, especially without his cock warming her.
But he only said, "Yeah. Let's go in."
Chapter Six
The living room was warm and cheerful but Steve didn't feel that way. He was despondent. It was more than a post-fucking depression, too. That he had long ago analyzed, thought out and become satisfied with his answers.
Sometimes, when he'd really looked forward to balling a certain chick, he'd be depressed afterwards, no matter how much he enjoyed the actual fucking. He figured it was just one of those things. His expectations had been higher than the actual, delivery.
Steve could enjoy the balling a lot, but he thought it should have been better. It could be good, it should have been the greatest ever.
He simply had too big an expectation at times. Steve surprised himself sometimes by screwing a woman he thought would be a real stud, then finding a warm glow inside afterwards. She'd far exceeded his expectations. She may not have been as good in the sack as another, but she was better than he'd thought she would be.
What worried the man now was that he felt so damned good about balling his sister. He'd wondered how great it would be for years and years. Deep down in his head, he'd figured it would be tremendous.
It was.
But it was incest. It was wrong. Everything told him that it was, yet he could find nothing within him to prove it. No depression from false hopes. If anything, she'd kindled the fires of his lust for her. He wanted to fuck Lisa now more than he had when she'd spread those lovely legs for bun out on the parch.
He heard the sliding glass door close and lock. Steve saw his sister give the door a tug, checking the latch. Then she pulled the drapes shut.
"I forget to do that sometimes. It's hard to remember people might be out there watching," she said.
"Not after last night, I hope. Maybe that convinced you to make a mental checklist and follow it. Doors locked, blinds don."
"It did something to me, all right. But I can't say exactly what it was, Steve. You're a man of the world. You've been around. Maybe you can help me get my head straight."
"Shoot. After what we've just done, maybe you can help me get my head straight."
"You're hung up on that?" Her laugh was low, musical. He was reminded of a music box his mother had kept on her dresser.
"Yeah, hung up in a real bad way."
"Because you enjoy it so much." It was a statement, not a question. Lisa had gone straight to the heart of his problem.
"That's it. I enjoyed it and I don't think I should have. But what the hell, tell me about your problem. Rape's got to be more of a mind-fuck than incest."
She settled down in the chair, her jeans barely hiding her belly. She had put them on but not fastened them. He could see a tiny wet spot spreading out from the crotch. She was still hot for him!
He almost bit his tongue as he studied her. She was tense, sure, but it was more than that. The way her tits rose and fell heavily sent tingles into his cock. The nipples were hard and erect with desire. Her entire posture was one of openness to sex.
"It's like this, Steve. I hate that man for what he did to me, but I feel something else, too. It's something that's not hate. Not love," she quickly said, "but not hate. I needed what he did to me. Can you ever understand that?"
He looked at her and saw she was crying. The sight of the tears dribbling down her cheeks leaving salty tracks was more than he could bear. He went to her and took his sister in his arms.
"I guess. I don't know. I just can't put myself in your place."
"Thanks, Steve. Thanks for the honesty. I don't believe I could have stood it if you'd said 'Sure, I know what you feel'. I don't know what's going through my mind. Oh, it's all so damned confusing!"
"It was rough. But that's past. We can hang on to each other," Steve said, only slightly realizing what he was saying.
Lisa was trembling in his arms. He gently led her to the sofa and they both sat down. She was so much like the small child he used to comfort, it was hard to realize she was a full grown woman.
The way her boobs pressed into his arm reminded him constantly of just how full grown a woman she was. The hard nipples at the crests of her tits were pulsing with arousal. He wasn't able to tell if it was sexual or emotional excitement enlarging them.
Her emotions were running up and down the scale like a student playing the piano. It didn't have to be lust for him making her nipples hard.
It a strange way, though, he hoped it was. The incest thing hadn't gotten worked out in his own head yet, but he knew he loved his sister. And that love was complex.
"Lisa, don't cry now. Just listen to me a minute and see if what I say makes sense. Can you do that?" He dabbed away her tern.
She nodded and tried to smile. It wasn't too successful.
"There're many types of love. Brother-sister love is obvious or even mother-daughter. Call it family love. Then there's the love a man can have for a woman. This is a complicated one. A man can be many things to a woman. She can look to him for support. Or to be a provider. Or just for sex. Or all of those and maybe a dozen more. If you weren't getting the type of love from Carl you needed, maybe this rapist gave you a hint of the type of man-woman love you do need."
"Are you saying I have to be raped to make love and like it?"
"No, nothing of the sort. But maybe Carl wasn't doing it right. His sexual techniques may have left something in you unsatisfied. The number of ways of making love depend on the number of people in the world and how inventive they are."
"Carl was pretty inventive. We've even screwed in the shower."
"But was it the same form of balling? Was he always gentle with you?"
There was a pause as the woman thought. Then, slowly, carefully, she said, "Yes, he was. He was the most gentle man I've ever met. Not always considerate, but always gentle." Her voice hardened a little as she said, "I guess he was a bit on the soft side."
"Soft? That's one way of looking at it. Maybe you need to have a man tell you what to do now and then. Not all the time, just occasionally for variety. Maybe you need a real man, one who's masterful, more powerful than you are. Your independence because of your blindness could make you need this to reassure yourself of your femininity."
"You're saying I should be treated like a Goddamn slave? The hell with that!" she flared.
"I didn't say anything like it. I just said maybe you need a man who is a man. You probably ended up telling Carl how to make love all the time. That's as bad as letting the man do it all the time. It's got to be a give and take proposition."
"So with the rapist, I found someone who wasn't going to do what I wanted? You mean that may have actually been good for me?"
"Only if it's opened your sexual vistas and let you see a part of yourself you've kept hidden."
"I don't believe it," she flatly said.
"I do. I've known you for a long time, Lisa. I've watched you row up. Maybe I know you better than you think."
There was a long silence, then the woman tried to pull away from her brother's grip around her shoulders. He didn't let her go.
"I think my cock's in need of a little mouth love. Your mouth. Suck on my cock," he commanded.
"No! I won't do any such thing, Steve Hopkins! I..."
And she was on her knees, pulled down by his powerful arm. His hands snaked into her hair and forced her head down. She felt the muscles in the back of her neck knotting, from the strain. This wasn't what she wanted!
Her brother's cock would be tasty, of that she was sure. She even wanted it, but not this way!
She fought. Her fingers tried to rake his legs and found only heavy denim. When her ruby lips touched the tip of his prick, she tried to tell him to go fuck himself.
As she opened her mouth, a powerful hand shoved her face down around his prick.
In spite of herself, she had his prick in her mouth. And again, as it had been with the rapist, she found her body betraying her. The taste of his prick was good. She loved the heavy, male musky taste that lingered on her tongue.
She had to close her lips. When she did, she found a perfect seal around his prick. She still struggled, however. It seemed to be working. Her head rose slightly as the pressure on the back of her neck, lessened.
Then she realized exactly what was happening. He was allowing her to move her lips along the sides of his prick. He was making her give him head whether she wanted to or not. Everything so far had been done because he wanted it done. Even the mild face fucking was his doing. She suddenly knew he was strong enough to hold her face at his prick forever if he wanted.
By releasing her, he could feel her lips sliding over his cock. That would give him pleasure. And, sure as the sun rises in the morning, it was also making her more aware of her own womanly desires.
The tiny wet spot at her crotch spread like wildfire. She tried to keep from becoming emotionally involved in this degrading, incestuous act of forced oral sex.
She couldn't.
Her body was crying out how great it all was. She loved the taste of his cock. Even some of the cum he'd blasted into her cunt remained. She tongued that off and discovered another tangy flavor she hadn't known before. It took a couple seconds for her to realize this was her dried cunt juice still remaining on his cock.
She was tasting her very own fuck fluids as well as his dried jism and prick!
Her breath came a little faster as she knew it was impossible fighting him. Her brother was too strong. He could force her to do this horrible thing.
But was it so horrible? Hadn't she done this very act before, a lot of times before? She loved the taste of a man's cock, the way it slid in and out of her mouth as she sucked.
How could he force her to do something she really wanted to do?
The conflict in her mind confused her.
Until she could think it through, it was best to follow the dictates of her body and her brother. She began really sucking on his cock. Her cheeks caved in with the suction. Her tongue rolled around the hooded rim of his prick until he was moaning in sheer delight.
"That's, the way. See how nice it can be, oh, yeah!" he cried.
His hand on the back of her neck wouldn't permit her to raise her head. She had to keep sucking on his prick. That was all she could do bent double, that long, hard fuck stick crammed into her mouth.
"Gimme more of that mouth, sister dear!" he commanded.
She began moving her head up and down his length with greater speed. He let her. It pleased him so he let her set her own face fucking speed. She began using all the little tricks she'd learned so well. The way her tongue cradled his cock as it rammed into her mouth was just one.
As his cock came rushing in between her lips, she lightly bit down. Not much, not enough to hurt. But her white teeth left fiery red tracks on the sides of his prick. It had to stimulate him. The blood it brought into his already hard cock throbbed with a vitality that would have otherwise been missing.
Her lips quickly soothed the tortured flesh. She licked and sucked and tongued until he was gasping for air. His pleasure was immense. And she was the one giving it to him!
He might have forced her to start, but she'd be the one who'd finish this off in style!
"More! Love it! Give me more!" he ordered.
She took his entire cock into her mouth. He was long, far longer than most of the men she was used to. The rubbery tip of his cock bounced off the roof of her mouth, then slipped past her tonsils. She was no Linda Lovelace, but she could take cock without choking.
Positioning her head and throat in just the right way was the secret. She felt his cock go ail the way to the hilt in her face. His balls were scant inches from her chin. Her nose burrowed in the tangled mat of his pubic hair.
Best of all, she had swallowed his entire fleshy sword. Keeping her tongue out of the way, yet still moving constantly against the sides of his cock, was the hard part. Everything else came easy.
His cock was beginning to jerk and dance around in her throat. She could barely contain it now. She knew it was aroused. That was her sole intent. She was succeeding wonderfully for both of them.
"I'm hanging on!" he muttered. "Can't much longer. Your mouth. Like a Goddamn vacuum cleaner. Pulling the jizz outta me. Christ!"
She allowed his cock to slip from her throat. She gasped in relief as she found she could breath easily again. The hot air she was expelling from her nostrils gusted through his crotch. His balls felt the hot breeze and contracted even more. Everything she did to him was an added sexual bonus. The lightest touch of her mouth pushed him closer to a climax.
Even the way she breathed was robbing him of his iron control.
She loved the feeling.
She began bobbing her head up and don on his spike of hard cock. She allowed the cock scant room to get into her mouth. She squeezed down as hard as she could with her lips.
Her tongue did the rest.
The rim of his glans received special attention. She quickly circled it, then pressed firmly against the flap of skin dangling under the head of his cock. This was the most sensitive portion on his prick. Her oral love here could bring him off in a matter of seconds.
As she felt his cock begin to expand with added lust, she pushed his cock from her lips using her tongue. Pressed firmly against the very tip of his prick, she was both sucking and pushing at the same time.
"Can't hold back much longer. Keep goin', keep it going!" he gasped.
The pressure of his hand on the back of her head lessened a little as control slipped from his body. She was slowly becoming the one calling the shots in this sexual encounter.
She couldn't have been happier.
This was her brother she was so avidly eating. Not just anyone. Her very own brother. How long she'd craved to suck on his prick. The number of times she had lain awake nights wondering what it would be like fucking him came back to her. As a teenager, she'd always been insanely jealous of his girl friends.
But the incest thing prevented her saying or doing anything.
The days when such considerations were important were gone forever. They were adults. They could do anything they wanted.
She wanted her brother's cock.
Getting it was simpler than she would have thought. To imagine he'd been lusting after her all these years, too! It was almost enough to make her laugh.
She would have except for the luscious prick she had in her mouth. With her tongue driving hard into the tiny hole at the end of his fuck stick, she could tell how much longer it would be before he got his rocks off.
It wouldn't be long.
She could feel the pin-prick sized hole expand slightly. As his cock began pulsating more violently in her mouth, she knew he was fighting back the tide of his jism. She could almost sense it coming along the entire length of his eight-inch prick.
When the first spurt popped into her mouth, it splattered all over her tonsils. She was disappointed. She was greedy enough to want every single drop of it. As the second geyser blasted out, her tongue was pressed firmly against that tiny spigot.
She got her tongue coated with the gooey cream of man seed.
It was the most delicious thing she'd ever tasted.
His hips were bucking, ramming toward her face. He was face-fucking her with powerful strokes now. She allowed him to drive his spike of pleasure as far as he could into her mouth.
As long as she got his cum, she was happy.
All too soon, the fountain of salty jism died. She kept sucking until his penis slipped from between her lips, dead for the second time that night. But Lisa knew it would rise up like a Phoenix from its ashes. It wouldn't stay dead long.
Not as long as she could suck on it.
She felt powerful fingers lifting her face upwards.
"You're wonderful, Sis. And do you see what I meant about being made to do something you enjoy? It gives the act a whole new meaning."
"Says you. I just love giving head."
"And you've got some of my jizz dribbling down your chin. Let me take care of that for you."
His lips closed on her smooth flesh and he began sucking off the tiny river of his own cum. When his tongue started licking and giving her a cat bath, she quivered. It was a deep, wracking shudder.
He pulled her closer, kissed her fully on the lips. When their tongues reached out, she realized hers was still coated with his cum. That seemed to be what he was after. He stroked and caressed and sucked on her tongue until they were both exhausted.
She rested, her head against Steve's shoulder. For a long time, neither said a word.
Then, "I think you might be right, Steve. Forcing me to do something I enjoy does make it more exciting. But how far can you really think this goes with me?"
He smiled. He was determined to find out. The floodgates of passion had barely been cracked in his sister's body, of that he was sure.
And he wanted to be around when her full sexuality came pouring out. It would certainly be a hell of a lot of fun for both of them!
Chapter Seven
Snuggling close to her brother, Lisa said, "It seems so strange. I just can't figure it all out, Steve."
"What's that? Your push-pull attraction to being used?"
"Used isn't the word I had in mind, but you've got the subject right. I can't kick the feeling you might be right on with what you said. Maybe I do think I need a guy to tell me what to do. It's so hard to get it squared away in my head."
"Feelings are never easy to analyze. Especially when it's you doing the work on yourself," he told her.
"So you can do a better job?"
"Sure. I can be more objective."
"The hell you can. I know how you got it up. When I flashed a little pussy at you. Objective, shit! You're just out after a hot twat."
He couldn't argue with that. The idea of fucking his own sister had been with him too many years for him to lie and get by with it. His cock would put up immediate proof of any such lie.
"Won't argue that. But I can see you from a different viewpoint. Son of getting out and away, you know?"
"No. And I don't think you do, either."
"Look, Lisa, this is absurd. You don't have to believe me. I'm no $50 an hour shrink. I'm just your brother and I've just been around you a hell of a long time. I think I know what makes you tick pretty well."
"So my price tag's $50 an hour, huh? Sounds like I could go hook and make a good bit of spending money."
"Christ, how can I talk to you when all you've got on your mind is stupid obstinate..."
"Oh, cool it, Steve," she told him. "It's nothing to get all hot and bothered over."
Her tone told him more than her words. She had been taunting him with some purpose in mind. The way her hands strayed over his body told him she was getting horny again and wanted his prick where it would do the most good for both of them.
Up her twat.
The word game was just that, a game. But to what purpose?
"You don't, huh! I'll show you!"
The look on her face told him all he needed to know. She wanted a little of the action he'd been talking about. He realized how the fellatio had subtly changed intent.
He'd ordered her to do it, sure. But she'd ended up controlling him. Both of them knew it. And both of them wanted it tote different. She could suck any guy off. As lovely as she was, it wouldn't have been hard finding likely candidates for her sucking lips.
She wanted him to really take command, really show her what he had been saying. He found the dim stirrings in his prick were becoming more insistent as he thought about it. If he did fuck her -- on his terms -- they'd both be happy.
He'd certainly enjoy it and her pussy would get what it was still drooling for. The spot on her jeans had never gone away. If anything, it had enlarged. She was hungry for sex, for cock, for fucking.
The man smiled. He'd let her have all three and then some!
"Look, Lisa, I'm just trying to help you. If you don't want my advice, say so or shut up. I'm sick of you talking back."
"And I'm sick of your tone! I'll do what I damn well please!" She stood and started to walk away. He stopped her.
Dragging her back to sit beside him on the couch, he told her, "You'll do no such thing. First, you apologize. Then, well, then we'll have to see what... hey!"
She pulled free of his grip and ran from the room. She had the entire house plan memorized. In the dark, she could find her way around far better than, he could. On impulse, he decided to leave the lights out. It'd make the chase all the more exciting.
"Come back here, you little bitch! I'll show you! You're going to get your ass paddled good for this!"
"Threats, threats, threats!" she cried from the other room.
He ran in and felt like he was engulfed in black velvet. He hadn't realized how thick the darkness would be going from a lighted room into a completely darkened one.
He groped around for a few seconds until he could begin to see dim outlines. Gleaming whitely in the darkness was his sister's pert ass. She'd already shucked off her jeans and was bending over, her rear pointing straight toward his face.
"Go on, brother. Kiss my ass!" she taunted.
"I'll fuck your ass if I can get to you!"
He dived, arms reaching out for her legs. All he succeeded in doing was slapping his face into her butt. She was wiggling and turning away as soon as she heard his feet on the carpet prepare for the leap.
She shivered as she felt his mouth brush gently on her bottom. He had kissed her ass before she eluded him. The thrill that went through her was indescribable. Never had she thought of being chased around mother-naked as being a turn-on.
She was wrong.
"So you decided to take my advice, huh? You actually did kiss my ass," she yelled, running from the room. She made sure every light switch she passed was turned off. No sense letting him have too big an advantage.
Her tits were heaving up and down from the sudden exertion of running. Or was it just the quick sprint that had done this to her? She couldn't quite figure it out. The exercise was mild in comparison to the horniness she felt rampaging through her body.
It was sexual excitement that caused her breath to come in the hurried gasps. No amount of exercise could have made her nipples begin to inflate like tiny balloons. And her tits threatened to explode at any second like overripe melons.
She rested against the cold counter in the kitchen. Being pursued by her brother was an entirely different sex game from any other she'd even thought up. And it was a world of difference between this and fleeing from her unseen, unknown rapist.
"I'll have to punish you for that," she heard him call from the next room. "I can't let you get by with this."
She didn't say a word. Her heart was hammering away wildly. She knew how the deer felt when being chased by the hunter. But this was infinitely more exciting.
When this hunger caught her, he'd use a fleshy sword on her tender cunt. There wouldn't be any bullet ripping through her flesh killing her. But she was still caught up in the hide and seek game.
"Come on, show yourself. I saw that ass of yours once. And when I find, it again, I'm going to spank it to a bright red. You're going to get your hide tanned and good!" he promised.
She felt a thrill of anticipation pass trough her. He was going to discipline her for what she'd done to him. Listening carefully, she could hear the whispers of clothing falling to the floor in the dining room. He was getting naked for the pursuit.
The woman bolted for the door, running from the kitchen to the front room.
She ran directly into his arms.
"Gotcha!"
"But how? I heard your clothes in the other room! They were rustling to the floor!"
"I threw them in there."
She squirmed and tried to free herself. It was useless. He was too strong for her. And in her struggles, she felt the hard, warm cylinder of his cock. He was fully erect and ready to screw her.
That made her want to yield completely to him. This was her brother, not some rapist.
She didn't. That would ruin the game. Somehow, the more she fought him off, the hotter she got. And from the way he sounded, he was enjoying the hell out of her struggles. It was a mock rape. Both wanted what would happen, yet both could give even more enjoyment by altering the form of foreplay.
Why not a hide-and-seek game to get them both worked up?
It beat the hell out of the usual fondling. It gave both of them a chance to try something out of the ordinary and see how they liked it.
"I told you I was going to punish you and I meant it!"
"With this? This lovely prick of yours?" she asked, gripping the convenient handle of rigid flesh.
"NO!" he blazed. "I'm going to spank you just like the child you are! Then... then we'll see if you deserve that prick up your cunt or not."
His words made her turn weak and quivery inside. He wasn't giving in to her demands. He was totally dominant. His will was going to prevail this time.
That excited her even more. She would have to accept whatever he did to her. She knew it was going to be fun, but not knowing gave it all the extra zest that had been lacking in her previous sex with Carl.
Her brother really knew what made a woman hot!
"Hey, wha..."
He upended her over his knees. Her ass jutted up into the air. Her cries were clit off by a stinging swat on her naked ass. The open-handed slap echoed through the house. The pain was mild. She hardly noticed it. But the effect of the sudden spanking excited her more than she'd have thought possible.
"Stop, oh, please! I'll be good!" she begged, hoping he wouldn't believe her.
He didn't.
His hand started raining down hard and fast on her butt. The red crisscross pattern fanned by his fingers soon blended into a uniform pink glow. She felt every single swat. And each one made her even more excited, even readier for his cock.
Her cunt was dribbling out its juices all over his lap. She wondered how he could ignore that. She couldn't ignore the way his cock prodded into her belly!
"You little slut! You think you can make me do anything you want just by wiggling your ass in my face! I'll fuck you when I'm good and ready and not one second sooner!"
He continued spanking her. His fingers managed to separate her ass cheeks allowing a couple fingers to lightly slap down to her cunt lips. Each time he touched her there, it was as it an electric cattle prod was jammed up her cunt.
The sexual electricity volting up her spine made her come totally alive. She was writhing across his uncomfortable lap and trying to escape. At the same time, she hoped he wouldn't let her. The spanking he gave was turning the slumbering embers of her sexual fires into a bonfire. Her guts were now blazing with renewed lust.
If she thought she'd been hot before, it was nothing in comparison to the feelings ravaging her body now!
"Please, your cock! I want you to fuck me! No more of this! Please!"
"I said when I'm ready!"
He kept paddling her. Every swat sent needles of pain jamming into her body. Those lances of pain were somehow changed to sheer sexual delight. Her cunt began gushing out its lubricants. She was ready for his cock.
If only he'd fuck her!
He established a rhythm to his spanking. She anticipated each blow. The sharp sting, the warmth, his hand leaving to return and repeat the cycle.
Suddenly, the pattern was broken. His hand didn't come crashing down on her fleshy ass. The effect was just the same as if he had landed one of his painful blows. She flinched, the pleasure flowed and she moaned aloud.
"So, bitch, you don't need my punishment any more. You can punish yourself, eh?" he cried. Unceremoniously, he dumped her onto the floor.
She managed to get to her knees. Her rump burned with an inner fire that refused to die. But her entire body was alive to the slightest touch. He had awakened nerves that had never responded sexually before.
When she felt his hand grab her cunt and pull her to her feet, she came. Fireworks blasted through her brain. She had to collapse forward onto the dining room table.
"God, I never thought... so goooood!" she moaned.
"Slut. You enjoyed that!" His finger drove deep up her cunt and wiggled around a little.
Cuming again, she writhed on the table until she was exhausted. There couldn't be anything left for her to experience now. This was the best lovemaking she'd ever engaged in. And he hadn't even stuffed his prick up her cunt!
She was wrong about nothing being left for her to experience. The finger deep up her quim wiggled around until it was slippery with her cunt juices. She felt it wetly pop from her pussy lips and move slowly back to her asshole.
She realized then what he was going to do. Crying out, "No! You can't! Nobody's ever done that before!"
He was going to fuck her up the ass. She was positive any man as well-hung as her brother would rip her to shreds fucking her like this.
"The hell you say. I didn't get that butt of yours all rosy red and ready to fuck for nothing!"
Sprawled across the table, she was unable to escape him. Fear coursed through her veins like acid. When she felt his hairy thighs pressing into her well-spanked ass, it was an electric touch. She almost came again.
This couldn't be happening to her. Not with her own brother! It just wasn't possible. Butt fucked by her brother. Incest by cornholing up a virgin ass!
Her pleas fell on deaf ears. He was going to take his pleasure with her. She felt the liquid pease of her on cunt being smeared all over the hard-held muscle of her asshole. When his blunt nosed cock pressed into the muscle, she flinched.
"Relax!" he commanded. He spanked her ass a few times to let her know what was in store for her if she didn't obey.
It wasn't easy. With the constant pressure on her asshole, she found it hard to relax. The muscle wasn't going to let any male invader up her back passage.
Yet, her brother's insistent pressure was doing the nick. That and her own fuck fluids he'd used were getting his prick into her asshole. When he finally worked his glans into her rectum, she came again.
By the time she drifted back to the reality of her situation, he was gradually fucking up her ass. He felt like a telephone pole inside her. Tissues were being spread, stretched to the breaking point. She knew he was going to permanently ruin her.
This was a virgin ass he was fucking!
"Stop, ummm, oh, I can't take ittttt!"
"Just relax. I'm not hurrying."
She felt sweaty hands stroking her sides. She knew he was taking it easy with her. He could have driven in like a freight train. That would have totally ripped her apart inside. This way, her guts had the chance to move around, to take the huge prick without damage.
When she felt his balls swinging wetly, banging against her pussy lips, she knew he was in all the way. And the sensation was the finest she'd ever experienced.
Sweating, she was hardly able to support her weight on her arms. She finally gave up trying. Pressing flat on the table allowed her weight to mash her tits down hard. This gave her added stimulus.
It was all too great!
His cock was ripping her apart in the most agonizing, the most wonderful way possible. He was buried full length up her ass!
"Like it? Like the feel of my prick all the way up your virgin asshole?" he demanded.
"Yesss, oh, fuck it! Fuck my ass as hard as you can! I need it so much, so much, soooo much!"
She screamed as he began withdrawing from her tightly clutching asshole. She felt as if her guts would follow his prick out. The vacuum he'd created in her rectum was fantastic.
When only the knobby end of his cock remained inside her, he drove forward again. This time he was more forceful, faster. His prick vanished and was gobbled up by her hungry butt.
He began buggering her as hard and fast as he could. He felt like his prick was being encased in a surgeon's glove. Her tight anus squeezed down powerfully on his cock. And the heat boiling out of her guts was enough to make him worry about her burning him down to a nubbin.
After he'd finished cornholing her, he feared he might find only a charred stub remaining. But what the hell? It was a damned fine way of going!
She was worrying about a different form of fire. The sensations he ignited in her body weren't to be denied. Her asshole burned like his prick had been dipped in add. And the entire length of her rectum was beginning to come alive in a way she didn't fully understand.
Why should having her ass fucked like this give her such intense enjoyment? It wasn't much different from his fucking of her cunt. His cock was still ramming hard and fast into her yielding body.
The only thing she could figure out was the odd combination of things that had led to this buggering.
Incest. This was her older brother doing this to her. That alone was enough to excite her.
The chase through the darkened house had been a thrilling form of foreplay she'd never thought of before. She was the hunted; he the hunter. And they both knew what would happen when he caught her.
It did. He'd disciplined her by spanking her butt until it was a sexual reward for her. When he'd gripped her by the snatch, the woman was already hot enough to cum.
Now the long, hard cock reaming out her us. For the first time, a male invader we fucking her butt. He was fucking her with all the power locked in his loins. And it was fantastic!
She loved it. She wanted more, deeper, harder, faster!
Her trim buttocks began surging back to meet his forward thrusts. She took him even deeper up her bowels. Using the same muscles she was so expert with, she began working on his hidden prick. Massaging, gripping, tantalizing, she was giving him at least as much pleasure as she was getting.
"Chriiiist," he moaned. "Your asshole is so Goddamn tight!"
Then she felt his cum filling her bowels. He was giving her the sexiest enema she could imagine. The white hot cream of his jism gushed into her. It ignited still another orgasm in her loins. She was thrashing around even as he continued pumping his seed into her butt.
"Ungh, ohhh, thaaat's nice," she sighed, sprawling full length on the table. No longer was her body tautly drawn and waiting to be fucked. She was limp in true exhaustion now.
Everything he'd done to her had made her realize just how right he'd been concerning her ways of thinking. Carl had been, too gentle. She needed a strong man's hand occasionally.
This might have been rape, anal rape. She couldn't really figure it out. Lisa knew she wouldn't have gone along with it if Steve had casually mentioned how he wanted to bugger her. But after the chase and the spanking, it was natural. It was about all that could have logically followed what had gone before.
She wanted it.
"Steve?" she called softly. "You there?"
"Yeah. But tired. I never thought your ass would drain me so much!"
"Let's go to bed."
"I don't believe it! Go to bed! After this you have the energy to want to..."
"...to sleep. For a while. Then," she said, "then we can see what comes up."
It felt so comforting having her brother's arms around her naked body. It was even nicer having him close in bed.
Chapter Eight
When she woke, Steve wasn't beside her. For a moment, Lisa panicked. Then she heard the toilet flushing. He'd only gotten up to go to the bathroom. Steve hadn't just walked out on her.
Lisa didn't think she could have withstood such a shock.
"You awake, Lisa?" he called softly.
"No, silly. I'm still sound asleep and you're part of my dream."
"Is it a nice dream?"
"A great dream! I have this cock coming hard and fast toward me. I opened my mouth in surprise. And whamo! It's inside and I'm sucking!"
She reached out and felt his hip. And then his limp cock was in her mouth.
"It's not hard right now. Why don't you make it that way," he suggested. "Then you can tell me about the rest of your dream."
"Umgh!" was all she could say. It was more important to her sucking on the prick than answering silly questions.
The cock was flaccid. As she sucked, she felt it throb once or twice. It would slowly rise, then fall as her tongue stroked the short, deflated length. But her tongue was never resting. She made sure he was going to receive the best mouth love she could give.
After what he'd already done for her, this was the least she could do to repay her brother.
"Hey, that's great!" he said. "More!"
She gave him more. Remembering the way he'd chased her, then spanked her, gave added suction to her mouth. Her lips pressed tight around his limp length. But the suction she exerted pulled him straight.
It wasn't long before his cock was semi-hard and thrusting out from his groin. She changed her tactic then. Her head worked back and forth snowing her lips to slide along his length.
Every groan from his mouth told her she was doing the right thing. His hands stroked her hair, encouraged her, spurred her on to even better oral loving.
Her nose collided with his groin. The warm, musky odor of maleness came to her nostrils. It aroused her. She felt her cunt begin to churn with desire. Sucking his shaft was going to be fun, but she knew exactly where she wanted his cock after it became a long fucking tool.
Up her cunt.
No other place would do.
She doubled her activities on his prick. Her nose burrowed in his pubic hair and her chin touched his balls. She rotated her head a little and began working on his cock from a different angle.
He was beginning to jerk erect now. His cock was pulsating with sexual power. In a few more minutes, he would be straining to keep his jism contained in the tiny sac dangling under his prick.
Mouth moving to the tip of his prick, she gave the very end a loving kiss, then began moving down the outside of his shaft. Teeth gently nipping, she stimulated every square inch of his cock. When she got back to the base, she let her tongue rove around.
Little spins of bush came up and hung wetly. When her tongue flicked against his scrotum, he gave a tiny yelp.
"Aiiee, God! Careful. You almost sent me blasting off into orbit."
She called up, "So control your animal passions a while longer. If I can, so can you!"
"Silence, bitch. Get back to using your mouth for more important things than idle talk!"
She sucked in the sac containing his balls. He groaned but she paid no attention to him. Her tongue lightly caressed the balls hidden inside their fleshy sac. The lead-heavy jism was coming to a hard boil now. She could tell from the way the nuts lurched and tumbled wildly.
It wouldn't do to have him cum yet. She wanted his steely prick between her legs, not between her lips.
Reluctantly, she pushed the hard sphere out of her mouth with her tongue. She could gauge now close to orgasm he was by the state of his prick. Not able to see it, she used the only way she had of telling.
Her tongue caressed the sides and tip. The heat had mounted greatly. When she'd first started sucking an his prick, it had been limp, cool. Now it was a full eight inches long and blazed like a white hot poker.
She wanted that poker thrust between her legs and all the way up her cunt. Taking the very tip of his prick into her mouth, she sucked gently. Her tongue moved in quick, flashing motions against his glans until his hips were bucking up and down.
He was hunching up, hying to face fuck her.
He was ready for her cunt.
"Go on, brother dear. Put this where it'll do both of us the most good!"
"You really want it?"
"Don't be silly. Of course, I do. And take me from the back. Fuck me like we were two spoons put together in a drawer."
She quickly turned around and presented her backside to him. She lay down on her side and snuggled closer. He could enter her from behind. And on their sides, he would be fucking her at a new, more stimulating angle. She liked this position better than any of the others.
She felt his hands stroking over the curves of her ass. His warm hands on her now cool flesh excited her. She wanted her brother's cock more than ever before!
"Hurry, please, hurry!" she urged.
"Take it easy. We'll have all the time in the world. I just want to check the territory out first." His finger jammed into her juicy quim. She shivered and moaned. This was what she loved! And when his cock replaced that finger, she'd be in heaven!
Her brother's body moved against hers and she felt him doubling around a little to work his cock between her legs. She lifted her leg a little for him to have an easy entry. He didn't take the hint. He was going to play with her a bit more before panting her the joys of his prick.
She shuddered as she felt his cock head begin parting her sex lips. He moved with an easy rhythm back and forth between her pussy lips. He hadn't entered her yet. This was all preliminary stuff. And it was driving her out of her mind.
Realizing then that the cock sucking had gotten her hotter than it had him, she knew she was at his mercy. He could do with her as he pleased. And right now, it pleased him to toy with her labia.
"Like that, don't you?" he asked. "Got more of it in store for you!"
He began a steady fucking motion. The only problem was that it wasn't into her cunt. He was sliding back and forth in her sex gash. Stimulating all the right spots, he was pushing her up the pinnacle to orgasm.
His cock rubbed against her blood-engorged pussy lips. The electric tingle shooting into her body was almost enough to bring her off.
When he passed along the entire trough now filled with her oily inner juices, his mighty prick battered against her tiny clit. It wasn't much of a duel.
His cock was immense. Her clit was hardly more than the size of a pea. But that didn't detract from it being the source of most of her sexual pleasures. The lightest touch on it by his cock lit her fire.
As he fucked back and forth along her sex slit, he repeatedly touched her clit. At first, it was a light touch. Then began the rubbing. When he stroked up and down the height of the tiny spin, she came.
Her hips thrust back into his groin. She was trying to take hit cock all the way up her cunt, but it wouldn't go. Robbed of the ultimate pleasure, she had to ride out her climax.
"Please," she begged again, "stuff it in! I need it in me!"
"It? What's an it? Tell me what you want," he ordered.
"Your cock, damn you to hell! I want that sweet cock of yours fucking the living hell out of me! Fuck me hard, hard!"
"I think I understand," he said maddeningly. "You want this!"
He rammed his prick straight between her pussy lips and all the way up her cunt.
The sudden intrusion was so unexpected, so abrupt, it ignited still another orgasm inside her aroused loins. She screamed and writhed around like she was having some kind of seizure.
And all because he'd fucked into her cunt once. Once!
As she gasped for breath, she realized just how much she'd been missing with Carl. Her brother knew all the right ways of surprising her. He did the same things Carl had done, but he did them in ways totally unexpected. He could bring her off just by fucking her once.
It was all in the build-up he gave her.
And what a build-up it had been! She had been so strung out sexually almost any touch would have done the trick. But it wasn't just any touch he used. It was his cock. He was a master of timing, of fucking.
She loved him more than any man in her life.
"More! Let me have it all!"
"You mean you want more of my cock? I have to admit, feeling that sweet little ass of yours pressing back against me is different. But to give you this is asking for a lot!"
He had rammed all the way back into her twat. A deep, wracking shudder passed through her. He kept his prick inside her cunt for a moment, savoring the heat, the tightness, the entire female package surrounding him. Then he carefully pulled back.
When only his glans remained pressing into her pinkly scalloped inner pussy lips, he began doing other things to her. The presence of his cock so close would reassure her he wasn't going anywhere. But there was still territory to explore, to stimulate, to enjoy!
His hands stroked over the woman's smooth flanks. His sister kept remarkably trim, he had to admit. And he loved her all the more for it. When his hand strayed around her body and clamped down on one of her tits, she softly moaned and tried pushing her hips back.
She instinctively wanted that prick to ram all the way up her cunt.
"No, not yet," he gently told her. "When I say so and not one second sooner. This is going to be damn fine for both of us!"
"It already is for me!" she said. "Isn't it for you?"
"The finest," he assured her. His hands stroked harder against her tits now. He found the marble-hard nipples and began rolling them around. Then he pulled them directly towards his body.
This caused his sister's body to press even more firmly against his.
"Please, my cunt... it's burning up inside! Do something! Do it to me quick!"
He decided the time was right for him to sheath his prick in her needy twat. Playing with her had been fun and both of them had gotten incredibly horny from it.
But enough was enough.
He twisted slightly until his cock snapped firmly into position. He knew exactly where the tip of his cock was -- right at the gate of her cunt.
She screamed as the prick buried itself all the way down the length of her cunt. The juices squirted out as he rammed a sharp, quick thrust into her. She never felt more filled with prick in her life. This was like dying of thirst then being thrown into a lake.
He had been teasing and tormenting her with his cock. All the way along her sex lips, then back and forth to duel with her clit, he had used his prick. Now he was giving it to her up her cunt.
It was great!
Her hips thrust back to impale herself even more on his cock. She was warmed inside by the friction of his rapid entry. Even more, the burning hot length of aroused man meat was giving her the itchy feelings of renewed lust.
He'd brought her off a couple times. Each cum had seemed bigger than the last. But she realized now from the sexual pressure mounting in her cunt that this orgasm would rip her apart. It would be an atomic bomb in comparison to firecrackers. She wanted it bad!
"Fuck harder! Harder, damn you, harder!" she bellowed. Her body was twisting and, writhing in the carnal grip of his fucking. Every time the prick came sailing into her, she wanted just a little more.
She was becoming insatiable. Her sex drive had always been high. Since the rape, she couldn't get enough cock. The more she got, the more she wanted. And with what her brother had told her and shown her, it was just possible she had to have her sex rough to really enjoy it.
She was enjoying the hell out of this fucking.
His hands gripped fiercely at her tits and pulled her in to his body. She felt the thick mat of his hairy chest rubbing her spine. Each tiny hair seemed electric. Her satiny ass was grinding hard into his groin. And best of all, his cock was drilling up her cunt with all the force of a battering ram.
He wasn't gentle with her. He was taking her like a man should fuck a woman.
She wanted more of it.
"Like this, huh, bitch?" he grunted. His hands clamped hard on her boobs. He was straining with each thrust now. He wanted each to be deeper than the last. His sister was cooperating to the utmost with him. The way her hips hunched back to meet his forward stroke drove his cock far up her cunt. But there was more. He could feel it.
She was bucking up and down off the bed trying to get new stimulation of all the delicate parts of her twat. That wasn't enough for her. His hands worked hard at her tits. She gasped every time he squeezed don on them. And his cock was giving her cunt the reaming out she wanted. He was fucking her with all the strength and skill he could.
There had to be more.
She reached out and gripped a pillow hard in one fist. That didn't seem to help her at all. Then her other hand drifted down between her legs. She could feel his prick sailing in and out of her cunt.
Helping it along seemed like a good idea. Fingers clamping down on her own pussy lips, she compressed the flaps around his in-coming cock. This gave both of them an extra surge of sensation in their genitals.
Her sensitive labia were stimulated by the friction of his cock rubbing even harder against them. He felt a thrill of joy as the sides of his prick were attended to in the most erotic way, possible.
Together, they were fast approaching orgasm.
It still wasn't enough for the woman. Her body was like a raw nerve. Each touch was magnified a million times until she could barely stand it. But she was getting sexually greedy. She had to have it all or the fucking wouldn't seem good enough to her.
"Faster, faster!" she cried. "I want it all the way up my cunt! Your lovely, fucking cock! I want it all of it."
She found the tiny stub of her clit. As she touched it lightly, a tremor passed through her body. Then she began diddling it with sure strokes of her hand. To hell with her sex lips. That cock could give them all the stimulation they could tolerate.
The clit wasn't being properly handled.
She worked on it until she came.
Her finger stroked around its base, then she carefully worked her way up to the top of the erotic little organ. Lances of fire jabbed into her belly. She started causing them at the same time the cock fucked hard into her cunt.
The two sensations met in her belly and flooded upward. There the potent tide of lust mixed with the feeling coming from his manhandling of her knocker.
In one giant carnal stew, the sensations overpowered her. She cried out a wordless scream and came.
It was the cum she'd been waiting for. The mast ultimate climax a woman could ever achieve. It was so intense she was certain it would last forever.
It didn't.
As she was plummeting back from her sexual high, she felt her cunt filling with the hot creamy cum of her brother's cock. He was jetting out his jism. Her convulsing cunt had finally milked him of his heavy load.
The sharp, sudden thrusts into her cunt set off another climax. It wasn't anything like the prior one, however. But she couldn't complain. It was almost relaxing going back to the type of orgasm she'd been accustomed to.
The monster orgasm she'd had drained her physically and emotionally. This was almost a peaceful, easy one.
Finally, she felt Steve's prick slide from her quim. He was done for the moment, happy.
"That was just super, Lisa," he said. "I never got off quite that hard before!"
"You were hard, all right," she agreed. Then she laughed. She knew what he'd meant. It had been good for him, too.
Would it stay this great for both of them? She began to worry that it might not. Her on sexual needs were becoming more and more complicated. She no longer understood what drove her on.
Sex was great, sure. But just not any sex. She'd found that out the night she was raped.
Lisa let Steve put his arms around her and they drifted off to sleep once more.
Chapter Nine
They awoke again several hours later. The sun was already up and Lisa had never felt more alive in all her life. She couldn't see the sun in all its glory but she could feel its effects on her face.
With the shades open, it poured over her face like melted butter. The warmth filtered down into her naked body. She didn't care if there were neighbors watching her silent worship of the sun or not. That was up to them. She was just glad to be alive.
Alive and having Steve.
It amazed her how much she loved her brother. And in how many different ways. The brotherly love was there, sure. It always had been. He'd given her hell when they'd been younger, but that was normal. After their parents died, he'd gone out of his way to look after her. She had rebelled a little and gone on an independence kick.
He'd even gone along with that as being a good thing.
But there had always been something else lurking buried in her mind. It came from the deepest recesses of her being. Lisa hadn't been able to confront those feelings until the rape made her examine everything about her and her attitudes toward sex.
She loved her brother and the way she loved him was anything but brother-sister stuff.
It was outright physical attraction. She loved running her hands over his body, his face, sensing the smooth flow of his muscles, touching his face, feeling him smile.
Those weren't the only places she had wanted to touch him. Now that she'd had the chance, her drive towards incest was even stronger.
She loved him as any sister could love a brother. Lisa also loved him as passionately as any lover could love her man.
Incest, sure. But so what? There were worse things going on in the world every day. People being robbed, politicians stealing the taxpayers blind, people doing damage to others.
What she and Steve had hurt no one. They were the only ones who were involved. It might have been a sin, a crime they could be sent to jail for, but she didn't care. Let the police catch them!
Lisa wanted Steve so badly she'd do anything, risk anything, for his wonderful prick. It meant that much to her.
He was a strong man. She could depend on him. Her independence was real -- up to a point. Without Steve to give her the support she occasionally needed, she didn't know what she would do.
Carl had dumped her because she wouldn't marry him. The more Lisa thought about it, the more she realized this was a small loss. She had loved Carl in her way, but it wasn't the burning, fiery passionate love she felt for her brother. Carl could never possibly compare with Steve.
She heard a loud yawn and turned toward the bed. The warm sun on her back relaxed her, made her comfortable and ready for more sex.
"Morning, sleepyhead. I thought you were going to be conked out for the rest of the day."
"Urn?" Steve mumbled. He rubbed his eyes a couple times, found he could focus them and then saw his sister standing by the window. He thought for a moment he'd died and gone to heaven.
No earthly vision could be so beautiful.
She stood there so innocently. She'd never seen herself, never seen what other women looked like. She had no basis for comparison.
That was just one thing that attracted Steve so strongly to Lisa.
The other was her physical beauty. The light illuminated her perfectly. He could see the silk-like hairs on her body lighted up by the sun. She was smiling and it was all for him. But he couldn't keep looking at just her face. There was so much more for him to take in.
The way she stood with her hands on hips told him she was ready for anything. And anything meant sex.
He licked his lips as he saw the sun shining between her legs. The forest of her pubic hair hung down a little along her snatch. He could see tiny drops of cunt juice leaking out of her pussy lips. She was getting hot and ready to fuck just standing there!
His sister was gorgeous. He'd always known it. But not in the way he did now. Lusting after her and actually fucking his own sister were two different things. As he'd found out.
Fucking her was a lot more satisfying.
"So are you going to give everyone in the neighborhood a free peep show or are you coming back over here?"
"Why should I come back to bed? What's in it for me?"
"I can tell you what'll be in you if you come back," he said. His cock was already swelling.
"Should I really let you do all those depraved things to me?" she asked, a joking note in her voice. "I mean, after all, you're using me. How is it any different what you did to me and my poor ass than what that rapist did the other night?"
"You wanted it with me. You were begging me for my cock."
"How do you know I wasn't begging him for his prick, too?"
"I don't. But on the other hand, I'm here now and he's not. So if you want any more prick jammed up that tiny little twat of yours, get your ass in gear and get over here!"
She got.
About three-quarters of the way to the bed, she jumped. With an uncanny sense of where things were, she didn't need sight to land heavily beside Steve in the bed. If she'd jumped a little harder, she would have landed on top of him. A little less would have dumped her on the floor.
This was just right. Her hand snaked out and she unerringly found his prick. She began stroking the hard length of meat.
"Urnmm, that's nice. But not what I had in mind."
"It's what I went," she told him.
"Fuck you!"
"Please!"
"Hell, you sex-starved sluts are all the same. Cock, cock, cock. That's all you ever think about. I suppose you want me to fuck you now. Is that it?"
His hands weren't merely resting on the cool sheets. They were morning over her body. He found one tit that seemed starved for affection. He was giving it his best shot. And it was responding beautifully. He could feel his sister's heartbeat throbbing through her chest. And the tit flesh was growing warmer as he fondled the smooth cones.
"Yes, that's it!" She tried pulling his cock to her snatch. He was being reluctant for some reason. She could tell he wanted her. His cock had never been harder. If it hadn't throbbed and burned with sexual heat, she'd have thought she'd grabbed a fireplace poker it was so stiff.
"Got other ideas," he said.
"Like what? Another chase around the house?"
"Nope, I'm too tired out. I just want to sit here. And I want you to sit here, too. On my lap."
She stroked over his erection again. Sitting on his lap would be fun. If she could fuck herself on his cock at the same time.
He might have been reading her mind.
"It's not difficult. All you have to do is sort of sit there, maybe moving when you want to. If you want to," he needlessly added.
She wanted to! She wanted nothing more in the world at that second then his prick shoved all the way up into her hollow pussy.
"So help me up," he demanded. Then, "Ouch! Hey, don't pull so hard on that! You'll yank my cock out by the roots!"
"I always wanted one of my on," she said.
"So get a dildo. But don't tear mine off. I want it, too!"
Then there was no more time for words. There was no need. His mouth was fully engaged with the demanding mouth of his sister.
She had a form of radar she'd developed over the years. She might not be able to see but she always knew where all the important things were. Like his cock and, in this case, his mouth. Her lips crushed his. Her tongue stabbed out and drove into his mouth.
There, salivas mixing sweetly, they let their kiss deepen. Tongues danced to and fro until they were both gasping for air.
When she broke off the kiss, she gasped, "You taste better every time!"
"Yeah, I know. I practice," he joked. "Now get those lovely legs of yours across my lap. I can kiss you later. Right now, I've got a friend who's hurting in the worst possible way. Needs first aid."
"And I have just the hospital to treat your friend!" she cried in joy.
She allowed her brother to guide her legs across his lap. Her ass poised for a second, then his hands around her waist motioned her down.
As she slowly sank, she felt the tip of his cock pressing into her pussy lips. She sighed. She allowed her body to sink lower. The glans of his cock penetrated her, stirring her inner passions. Almost weakly, she collapsed.
His cock surged all the way up her cunt.
It was as if she'd been struck by lightning. A hot spike of pure pleasure rammed into her body. She savored every second of it. Every inch held a special pleasure as she sat there on her brother's lap.
Pressing firmly into her sex lips was his ball sac. She could feel the wiry hair on the scrotum rubbing across her delicate labia. And then, just inside her pussy lips, were the pink, tenderly scalloped inner sex lips. His prick pulsed hard against them.
She should even feel the big blue vein on the top of his cock. She tried squeezing down on his prick using only her pussy lips and was rewarded by a tiny grunt from his lips.
The effect on her own body was even more startling. She felt as if she'd take off and go into orbit. It was only by considerable effort she held herself down on his lap. That cock was too precious to lose right now.
Just a bit higher up past the inner sex lips was where the juicy, well-rated walls of her cunt tried to grip and clutch hard at the thick prick in her cunt.
The motion of his cock as it passionately jerked around inside her gave a clue as to how aroused he was. This sitting and waiting managed to build both of them up for a really fine fuck-fest.
It might have been the most thrilling portion of his cock inside her. The blunt head of his glans spread out and filled her, stretched her apart, made her realize how huge he actually was. Sure, he was long and penetrated far up her cunt, but most guys weren't this thick. Not only was her brother long, he was huge around. That threatened to split her like an over-ripe melon. And how she wished he'd try!
It would be a sexual paradise!
"Go on, do something," she said.
"I'm not going to do a Goddamn thing. I'm just sitting here waiting for you to move. Go on, Sis!"
She couldn't withstand the sexual strain on her body any longer. She began to gently move up allowing his prick to slither from her cunt. When only the top couple inches remained inside her cunt, she lowered herself again. She could feel his agitated balls rubbing against her pussy lips.
"That's something else! I never felt so... full!"
The answer was choked. He was having a difficult time controlling himself. The slow fucking she was engaged in drove him wild with desire. Sifting as he was, he could do little to speed her. His hands stroked around the flare of her ass as she lifted from his lap, toyed with her pussy lips quickly, then raced back to go up her backbone as she lowered herself again on his cock.
He was getting all the attention his prick could stand. And his hands were anything but idle. He was finding his hands filled with all the woman-flesh he could possibly want.
Ass. Tits. The smooth flow of skin across her belly. The deep depression of her belly button. Silky hair to stroke. Even a tiny, shell-like ear to nibble on as she fucked herself.
He had a lot to occupy him.
But he wanted her to quicken the fucking pace. She was driving him out of his skull. His cock felt a if it would split along the seams at any instant.
"Speed it up!" he said.
"But why? I thought you liked to take it slow and easy in the morning, I didn't think you woke up fast. And that went for your big friend naming around in my cunt, too!"
"Hell with that. You woke me up fast. Too damn fast. Now fuck yourself, damn it!"
She laughed, but she also sent her hips to moving with a quicker motion. It wasn't anywhere near as fast a he needed. She was building up her own passions.
Hearing him say things like that gave her a feeling of power over him. He needed her to bring him pleasure. That she was getting off on it was an added bonus, but the sense that she controlled the lovemaking sent her on a giant power trip.
As she rose, his hand crept under her ass. She shivered as he tried to drive a finger into her asshole. She wasn't up in the air long enough for that to happen but just touching the tightly held anus sent tremors quaking through her.
She worked her hips faster.
Planting her feet on the floor gave her more leverage. She could rock forward and pull his prick from her cunt. Rocking back like she was in a rocking chair stuffed his prick back into her cunt. It was a time of intense warmth all through her belly and twat.
That was what she was after. The physical sensations of fucking were just as important to her now as the mental ones.
She was thinking hard about the way her body was responding, about how this entire scene had come about. Incest with her brother again. She loved it. He was a great cocksman, one of the best studs ever.
And he was the one who'd gotten them started. But she was controlling the pace. She was the one dictating what would happen, what wouldn't. That robbed her of a little enjoyment.
The woman realized she enjoyed being told exactly what to do. And then, being forced into it. A symbolic rape, maybe, she didn't think that far.
But she had to have a dominant man. Her own blindness had caused a split in her thinking.
She was independent. She had to be to get along in the world. But she needed a man's strong hand when it came to fucking. Being told gave her the added arousal that set off the really huge orgasms.
This was nice. She couldn't deny that her loins were burning with the warmth of his prick in her cunt. Her juicy pussy was even overflowing with the heavy, oily fuck fluids. That she was aroused wasn't open to question.
Just how aroused was something else.
This couldn't possibly compare to the virtual rape when he'd chased her around the house, spanked her butt, then fucked her up the ass. That was the huge climax for her.
Those fleeting thoughts robbed her of a little enjoyment in this screwing. The hard length of cock dipping into her gave physical release. The way her brain was wired up kept it from being great.
But it certainly was good!
She fucked herself faster. The way his prick spread her pussy lips and drove all the way up into her cunt filled her with liquid fire. It was as if millions of fire ants had invaded her quim. They nipped and bit and ate away her most private flesh.
She was coming alive to the fucking. Faster and faster, she dropped. The cock smashed into her cunt with a wet smacking noise. That sound aroused her. She sould hear it, feel the cock burning in her guts.
His hands touched all the right places on her body. She was gasping in reaction now. Tits felt like over inflated balloons. Her clit was lightly fondled by his fingers as he stroked across her belly and played in the we of her bush.
Her ass was pinched and fondled. Most of all, the cock inside her was threatening to rip her apart.
She fucked faster.
Then the orgasm washed over her. It was a warm, gentle ocean of sensation. She went under it and easily surfaced. Her hips were still moving in the ages old fucking rhythm but the climax hadn't been the one she had expected.
It lacked zest. It wasn't potent. It wasn't a kick in the guts by a mule.
"Wasn't very good, was it?" Steve asked.
"It was okay," she said. "Not the best ever, but okay."
"And you never could lie very well. You got off but it was a wet firecracker. You should have driven me down into the bed so hard, the springs would have squeaked. You came, all right, but it wasn't big. Not big."
She shrugged. His cock was still erect in her cunt but something was gone. It had fled with her pussy cum. Her body still demanded sex. She wanted to really fuck herself and do it up royally.
Something in her head told her it wouldn't be any good.
Such a waste of hard cock, too. She hadn't even gotten Steve off on the fucking. Lisa almost felt guilty about that.
This made her even more despondent. What had made the screwing die so quickly? Was she having second thoughts about balling her own brother.
Was the incest trip losing its zing?
"I've still got a friend who needs tending to," Steve reminded her.
She reached down beneath her hips and found a cunt-juice-slippery cock. Lisa sighed. She supposed she'd have to suck him off. Even though she loved giving head, the prospect didn't appeal to her.
Maybe she should have drawn a circle around the date on the calendar. The very first time the thought of sex didn't thrill her until her toes tingled.
"I'll suck you off. That's going to please your friend a lot, I guess," she said.
He slapped her across the face. Not hard, but hard enough to tingle. She fell across the bed, holding the spot where his hand had left a red imprint.
"You'll do no such thing!" he snapped. "I don't like the way you operate, sister, dear. I'll show you what I expect. And you're going to like it -- or else!"
Chapter Ten
"What's got into you, Steve? You've never bit me before!"
"And you've never angered me like that before, slut! I know you can do better. I'll make you do better!"
She felt a sudden thrill pass through her. She didn't know if it was a thrill of fear or sex. Somehow, she couldn't separate the two right now. And Lisa wasn't certain she wanted to.
A few seconds earlier, she had been tired of sex. It had almost reached the point where it bored her. Now she was coming alive to it again. The threat of actual pain had aroused every nerve in her body.
She found the nerves most active were the sexual ones. Her cunt throbbed with yearning for more cock. It had merely drooled mindlessly before as she fucked herself. Now that hollow feeling inside her cunt was alive. It actively chewed away at her guts. It couldn't be satisfied until cock and lots of it drove into her again.
"What are you going to do to me?" she asked, her voice sounding frightened.
"Whatever the hell I please, slut. I'm sick of you going around like you were royalty. You want this, you want that. No more. I'm telling you what I want. And you'll obey me instantly."
"What if I don't? What'll you do?"
His answer sent shivers down her spine. "I will punish you in any way I can think up. And I've got an active imagination when it comes to discipline!"
"I don't think I want any part of this," she said, scrambling off the far side of the bed. The side of her face still smarted from the slap he'd given her. She didn't want him to hit her again.
Not right away.
She ran from the room, the sound of his bare feet thudding on the carpet a couple paces behind. Lisa managed to slam the door as she raced don the hall. That slowed her pursuer for a few seconds.
But then indecision hit her. Where should she go? She was naked. It wouldn't do to run outside. The living room seemed the only logical place. But he could catch her easily there. He could see and it was daylight. The trick of turning out the lights wouldn't work now.
The feeling coursing through her made her more aware of her body tan at any other time she could remember. Each muscle surged with energy. Her nerves were taut. The slightest sound came as a loud crashing.
She was keyed up both physically and mentally.
The woman ran for the kitchen. Before she got there, he was on her. His powerful hands grabbed her around the waist and lifted her feet from the cold tile floor.
"Hiding from me, huh? That deserves the worst punishment I can give you!"
"No, don't! What are you going to do?" She was enjoying this. It made her feel great!
"The range! I'm going to see how those tits of yours do on the lighted stove."
"WHAT?" she screamed. "T-that's inhuman! Y-you can't mean it?"
He said nothing. In her blindness, she tried to follow his actions. Dragging her across the kitchen floor obscured some of the sounds. But not the click as the electric stove was turned on. And the heat boiling off the front burner told her he wasn't kidding. He was going to use that stove for something and it wasn't boiling a pot of coffee.
He bent her over the burner until she could feel the waves of heat radiating up from the stove. He held her firmly by the back of the neck so that her tits were just inches away from the blazing hot element.
"Like this?" he demanded.
"No, stop, please! I don't want this!" she begged.
She felt her wrists being bound together with a ball of twine she kept in a nearby cabinet. When her brother had finished, her wrists were firmly secured behind her back. Then he looped some string around her neck and pulled it down between her legs.
Tension on the string caused the twine to clit deeply into her snatch. As long as she held her head down bent forward, the string merely lay in her sex gash without chafing her delicate flesh.
But in this position, her tits were scant inches away from the stove burners. She was caught in a double bind. If she tried to straighten up, the string clit into her sex slit and back of her neck. If she bent too far forward to escape the brutality of the string, her tits would burn on the hot stove.
"Why are you d-doing this?" she sobbed.
"You have to be taught a lesson," he told her. "You refused to become properly aroused when you received the gift of my cock. Now well see just how much you like the other side of the coin!"
He gave a tug at the string causing her tits to come perilously close to the burner. She could almost feel the flesh charring on her sensitive boobs. The heat did odd things to her body, things she couldn't understand.
Terrified, she was mutely amazed at how this could also be turning her on. The threat of mutilation was great. Yet, she doubted her brother would go that far.
Still, it was a dangerous game they were playing. The slightest miscalculation would muse her intense pain.
There was nothing she could do but trust him not to damage her.
She was completely helpless again. She was reduced to the small child having to rely on her big brother for aid. Anything he did would have to be okay with her. He held all the trump cards. She was his slave.
"Your ass looks real nice like that," he said calmly, giving the string around her neck a little tug to bend her forward toward the stove.
"W-what are you g-going to do?"
"I think I might fuck you like this. It looks like it would be interesting to really ball you now."
She felt a surge of joy in her. He wasn't going to continue with this for long. He was going to let her up and then they could get it on. He'd be cutting the twine holding her wrists so cruelly. She'd even be able to get the circulation back into her hands.
Then she'd really show him what it was like to ball!
When she felt his legs brushing against her ass, she wondered what he was doing. He hadn't clit the bonds on her wrists. He held the string around her neck as tightly as before. There was no indication he was really going to fuck her.
"Let me up!" she cried. "I can't fuck like this!"
"Why not?" he snapped back. "You're a hot one. The burner shouldn't bother you too much. Not as long as you have an equally hot cock up your ass!"
Then she felt his prick shoving between the thick slabs of her asscheeks. The blunt nosed cock found her asshole, then began a gradually increasing pressure until he was inside.
She gasped and almost collapsed onto the stove. She managed to keep herself from falling. It required the utmost of balance. With her hands bound behind her, she couldn't reach out for support. And the slightest mistake would drive her boobs down onto the searing hot stove.
The cock inside her ass burned just as hot as the burner. He'd promised this. He delivered it.
When he began fucking her, it wasn't pleasure on her part. He may have been enjoying the tightness of her ass, the heat boiling out from her guts. For the woman, it was sheer terror.
She could have gotten into having him cornholing her. The novelty of this form of lovemaking still hadn't worn off. Yet she couldn't get into it as long as her hands were cold from lack of circulation and her tits were blazing hot from dangling over the stove.
In spite of it all, she found herself becoming strangely aroused. The heat on her boobs was far nicer than any mouth could have been. It was like her blood was being super-heated and then pumped wildly through her body.
The cock driving slowly back and forth in her tightest passage was certainly giving her something to think about, too. She had to brace herself for each thrust to keep from falling onto the stave top.
The inhuman behavior got to her. It made her realize how completely at her brother's mercy she was. There was only one question in her mind: did he have any mercy to show her?
"Please stop! I'll do anything, anything!" she begged.
"Anything, is it? All right. Let's try a little more conventional fucking. This kitchen is getting too hot for me."
She shivered in spite of her position. Hearing him say that told her he was only concerned about his own comfort. He might do anything to her. She loved the idea. Whatever happened would be unexpected, new, different. The ways her brother thought were something of a mystery to her. He might be able to come up with just about anything.
"Into the bedroom," he needlessly commanded. As long as he held the string, he kept her in perfect control. Guiding her along like a dog on a leash they went into the bedroom.
Hope raced in the woman's mind. He'd said they would fuck in a more ordinary manner. She hoped he meant on the bed. Everything he was doing to her made her aware of how masterful he was. She needed a strong man telling her what to do. The others had been so weak, so wishy-washy. This was living!
"Onto the bed, you stupid bitch!" he shouted. She fell heavily as he shoved her forward. At least the string between her legs was gone. The leash of twine hung loose around her neck. That wouldn't return to torment her.
But he hadn't given up on the string. Unable to see what he was doing, she had to figure it all out by the way it felt.
Loops of string went around each ankle. She was spread-eagled on the bed. With her hands tied under her, she was beginning to feel intense strain on her shoulders. Her wrists and hands had long since gone numb from lack of circulation.
He had her strung up like a side of beef.
"There, I think I like the way you look now," he said. His hand began stroking over her body. She almost flinched when he touched her. Then she tried to relax as much as she could. His touch was light, gentle. He wasn't going to hurt her.
All the pain was coming from her arms and shoulders, her ankles where the string cruelly clit into her flesh. And she was beginning to notice a dull ache in her crotch. Being pulled apart like this was an unnatural strain. She didn't mind having a man between her legs. Now, there was nothing. No support, nothing to grip tightly with her knees.
Again the feeling of helplessness was reinforced.
"What are you going to do to me?" she asked.
"Whatever I feel like doing. You talk too much. Maybe I should tie your tongue to the bed."
She gulped when he said that. She couldn't imagine what it would be like having her tongue tied tight with the string and then pulled out of her mouth.
What happened was almost as bad. He grabbed the collar of string that already hung loose around her neck, gave it a tug, then said, "I'm fastening the loose end to the head of the bed. You can sit up perhaps halfway. Try it."
She did and found herself strangled by the thin, biting cord.
It was a horrible predicament she was in. Unable to sit up, her hands bound behind and under her, ankles mercilessly tied so that her cunt was wide open, she was as helpless as anyone can be.
And she was totally in the dark. Being blind, having all her tactile senses clit off, all she could do was listen and wait.
"You didn't like my cock before," he said in a conversational voice. "I wonder if you'd like something else crammed up your cunt."
"No, please. I want you. Your cock is, ungh! Aieeee!"
Whatever he stuck up her twat was round and hard and cold. He began twisting it from side to side. For a moment, she thought she would pass out from the pain. It all smashed into her at once. Legs, arms, cunt. All her nerves were screaming in agony.
"I just shoved the handle of a broom up there. A little house cleaning seemed in order," he said. With a wet plop he pulled the stick out.
She heard a lewd slurping noise.
"Hmmmm, you taste damn good. The cunt juice you left on the stick is really fine stuff."
She shuddered. He wouldn't even eat her out. She was less than an animal, to him. He wouldn't treat any beast the way he was treating her now.
And she hated herself for loving it!
He was degrading her, doing such terrible and humiliating things and yet she wanted him more than she'd ever wanted any man before.
"Please, I want your cock! Stuff it in! Fuck me!"
"Fuck you? You mean you want me to grant you the fine gift of my manhood? Why should I? You weren't very appreciative of it before. Will you be now?"
"Yes."
"Cunt. You're lying. I can tell."
For long minutes there was silence. She strained to hear what he was doing. She couldn't tell. The harsh pounding of blood in her ears drowned out her normal acute sense of hearing.
The strain built up inside her. The waiting was worse than anything he could have done to her. What was he planning? Had he left her like this? Was she abandoned to starve to death, tied like a pig? Or was he getting ready to do something really horrible to her?
All those thoughts and more raced through her mind. She was in constant agony now. The noose around her neck didn't bother her. It was loose. But the way he'd tied her hands was murder. Circulation had died and the strain of lying on her arms made her shoulders throb with a dull pain.
And the way she was tied to that her twat was widely exposed to whatever he wanted to do.
She couldn't think of enough good things to make that pain go away.
Then the bed bounced a couple times as if he were jumping on it. She moaned in agony as the string clit deeply into her ankles. The bouncing of the bed was the worst thing that could happen there.
Her cunt actually felt like it was tearing. Another such bounce and she was certain she'd come apart all the way to the chin. There'd be halves of her left on the bed, tied together only at the wrists.
"I've decided to give you a second chance," she heard him say. From the direction of the voice, he'd climbed onto the bed and was crouching between her wide-spread legs.
He was going to fuck her.
She tensed and said nothing.
When his hand brushed against her clit, she came. She screamed out, "AIIEEE!" and thrashed wildly on the bed. It was such a mild tweak of her go-button but all the torment had strung her out to the highest sexual tension possible. It was that easy to have him pluck her string.
"I think you might be ready. You seem to appreciate my hand a bit more than you did earlier."
"Give me your cock!"
"Silence!" he roared. "I command, you obey. I'll let you have my cock when I deem it time. Not one second before!"
She mumbled, "Sorry," but the pain was working on her again. She was confused. Pleasure had assaulted her body with the same intensity that the pain was. The two mixed in an old brew. She couldn't tell which was which anymore.
As his cock head began lightly dragging across her pussy lips, a quiver raced up and down her spine. She wanted that cock ramming in and out of her cunt so badly!
Yet she didn't dare say a word. He might never let her have it. And, bound as she was, there would be nothing she could do to retrieve it. She had to play along with him. It was the only game in town.
"Like the feel, eh?" he said.
She groaned, biting her lower lip to keep from crying out. The torment of pain was bad. The torment of pleasure was infinitely worse. His prick was gently poking in and out of her labia. He rubbed his cock against her clit several times. Whenever he did, it made the sexual tension in her body build to the breaking point.
Holding down the cum, she knew it was only going to be a matter of minutes before climax smashed her body again. She wished the pain would go away. But in a completely opposite way to nature, it was turning her on. She was becoming more sensitized to pleasure.
She could compare the two. With pain a constant thing in her black universe, the pleasure blazed mightily. And his cock was giving her as much enjoyment as she could handle at the moment.
Then he drove his hips forward. The first four or five inches of his prick unasked between her sex lips. She gasped both in ecstasy and in agony.
The joy of having his cock finally in her pussy was immense. So was the pain caused by rocking on the bed. It pulled her legs even straighter, clit into her ankles and put incredible tension on her crotch.
That was the center of all her pleasure and pain -- her snatch. Strained to the breaking point, the man was fucking her. Pain. Sex. Enjoyment.
All mixed in her head until she couldn't tell them apart at all. She wanted him fucking her. That was all she cared about. The pain was becoming minor in comparison to this one overwhelming drive. "Fuck me hard!" she chanted over and over. When her throat became raw from her shouts, she collapsed limply onto the bed.
As if this moment of surrender was what he had been waiting for, he began driving his cock into her cunt.
He slammed the last three inches, his balls slapping wetly against her ass. She experienced every inch of his penetration. The rocking of the bed caused more pain but it was more than offset by the screaming wonder of having his prick all the way up her twat again.
Fucking started. Slow, gentle, easy. The pain was still greater than the happiness she felt.
As he speeded up, she began to feel offsetting emotions. Her body was responding equally now. The feel of his cock in her pussy generated enough warming friction to set her carnal fires ablaze.
"More, faster, oh, give me more! Ride me hard!" she whined.
"Like it now, huh, slut? I'll give it all to you and more!"
With his cock buried all the way up her twat, he started twisting his hips in a clockwise circle. She knew she was going to come apart as he stirred that lusty rod deep in her guts.
Normally, it would have been sheer delight. Now it was ecstasy mixed with pain. The bouncing on the bed caused the string to slice into her flesh. The hard driving of his prick into her already taut cunt was both pleasure and pain.
But mostly, she enjoyed.
The sexual pressures inside her were building to the breaking point once more.
She came.
And almost strangled herself. The joys of being fucked so expertly ran throughout her body. She raised her shoulders off the bed in an attempt to drive her hips down around the wonderfully impaling spike of cock.
She forgot all about the string noose.
As it clit into her neck, she fell back to the bed. And found her orgasm was still blasting through her. Never had a climax lasted so long. The cock was still swirling around like a berserk tornado in her pussy. It kept her passions pushed to the limits of her endurance.
And the pain -- it merely added fuel to the flames of her lust. She hadn't thought of the pain as being sexy. It was now.
When her body finally refused to cum any longer, she gasped, "That was super. I never, oh, no, not again!"
He hadn't gotten off. His cock was still a rigid fucking tool and he meant to use it.
He started screwing her with long, hard strokes. Each one carried him just a little deeper into her cunt. The rocking of the bed from his activities was slicing the flesh from her ankles, making her shoulders scream out in abject pain.
And she enjoyed the hell out of it.
Each time he fucked hard into her, he touched her cervix. That deeply hidden little constriction in her cunt had never been touched before while a man fucked her. The woman's insides blazed in glory now.
She knew it wouldn't be long before another climax seized and shook her body. Trying to figure out what all was happening to her was nearly impossible so she leaned back and tried to ride the winds of passion blowing through her.
The pain of her wrists and ankles was excruciating. The thrill of his cock drilling so expertly into her cunt offset this. The waves of warmth radiating from her belly filled her entire body. It was like being cast in warm, flowing love.
She wanted more and she got it.
His hands began working on her body as he fucked back and forth like a mighty machine. Her tits were properly stimulated, then he moved lower. He pressed firmly against her belly as he shoved himself full length into her twat.
The pressure he exerted on her pubic bone caused her cunt walls to collapse. It suddenly felt as if her twat had a shrunk in size. Both of them had to gasp in reaction.
She was filled to overflowing with cock. His cock was too huge for her now. And when he moved slightly, the friction generated enough erotic heat to burn her nerves. She might have been seared with a sensual acid all over her lithe body.
Cunt juice oozed down the inside of her asscheek and she knew it was only a matter of seconds before she came again.
He seemed to sense the same thing. His hips flew like a battering ram. Hard, quick strokes made his cock vanish into her cunt. His prick pulled free only to vanish again. And again. He fucked with all the power in his body.
Hips took control. The fucking grew frantic, uncontrolled. When his cock blew up and spewed forth its white hot cum, he didn't notice she was also cuming.
Together, they rocked and soared on the kaleidoscopic winds of ecstasy. Never had the woman experienced such an intense cum. Her orgasm seized her and tossed her high in the air. Fiery fingers clawed at her senses, ice cubes rubbed her limbs. So many conflicting emotions and sensations smashed through her she was lost in a sensual wonderland of lust.
Panting heavily, she gasped out, "I never thought it could be that good, Steve. Never!"
"Me, either. I gotta admit, that was one hell of a fine fucking. Your sweet little pussy damned near crushed my cock flat when you climaxed."
"Yeah," site sighed.
"Better get you untied. But didn't that really add to it?"
She felt his lingers fumbling at hard knots. Finally, he swore and went to get his pocket knife. He had to clit off the string binding her legs and wrists.
The returning circulation was as painful as anything she'd endured up to this moment.
"It sure did. I was scared shitless a couple times. I didn't know just what you would do to me. And when you did begin fucking, wow! It was like my entire head blew apart. Atomic bomb time."
"Volcano time for me," he added.
"Yeah," she sighed again. Her arms reached out and found his muscular body. She pulled him close, comfortingly close. It was so nice to be loved by a man like her brother.
One thing bothered her, though. How could he top this last round of lovemaking? It hardly seemed possible.
But if she knew Steve, he'd find something.
Chapter Eleven
"How do you like him, Lisa? I got him at the pet store. The owner told me he'd make a damn fine watch dog. I was thinking you might go to school and get him trained as a seeing eye dog, too."
The puppy frolicked around her feet. The woman was overjoyed with her brother's gift.
"You shouldn't have, Steve. The little devil's so cuddly! Tell me, what's he look like?"
"Oh, just about like any other German Shepherd. Fuzzy with a big muzzle. Feet are too big for his body. Right now, at least. And you can probably feel that tail waning itself to a frazzle."
She could. The dog was like a fresh wind through her life. The past weeks with Steve had been great. Somehow he had managed to keep her sexually aroused in a wide variety of ways. When he told her he was going to have to get back on the road for his job, a black chasm had opened under her.
The dog would help keep her from being lonely while Steve was gone.
"What you going to name him? Not something like Duke or Spot, I hope."
"Nope! I was thinking of something appropriate like Shithead. But if I yelled out the door, 'Hey, Shithead!' I'd get half the neighborhood coming around. So, how does Fuzzy sound? You said he was a real fuzzball..."
"For now. When he grows up, he'll just be shaggy. But okay, he's your dog, Sis. Fuzzy it is. Now put the dog out and let's you and me have a little going away party. It's going to be a good three weeks before I get back, you remember."
"I know." She didn't want him to leave, but it was the job. She knew that even if she didn't like it. But the thought of screwing around with Steve set her heart to pounding. Their lovemaking had gotten to be the only thing she lived for.
He had been so right about her needing a man's strong hand to command her. He had been more than right -- she didn't need it some of the time but all the time. Without the abuse, she couldn't experience the gigantic cums she had had.
And he was so inventive!
He always managed to come up with something new and totally outrageous. Most of all, Lisa liked being tied up, then fucked. But even this could get dull. Steve made sure it didn't.
Just as she was entering the bedroom, strong hands gabbed her and shoved her to the bed. Rope whipped through the air and lashed around her wrists, tying one hand to the right side of the bed and the left to the other. She was completely helpless in this position, especially when she felt his heavy weight crushing down on her belly.
He was straddling her waist. "You don't need that blouse."
He ripped it off. Her bra followed. She hadn't been wearing one until she found out Steve enjoyed ripping them off. And, in its awn symbolic way, she was even more excited by this act than some other things he could do to her.
Naked to the waist, her arms pulled apart and tied to the bed, she was completely at his mercy.
And loving it!
"I was thinking of fucking that slimy cunt of yours. I've changed my mind. It's not good enough. But these are!" His hands stroked up and down the satiny slopes of her tits.
"What are you going to do?" she asked.
"I'm going to fuck your tits. Your lovely, wonderful looking knockers are going to receive the blessing of my prick!"
She gasped as he leaned forward. He gripped one of her boobs in each band and, as his weight came forward, he pushed hard. The nipples of her tits touched each other.
He began working the turgid nipples against one another. The tiny lances of joy leaping from her chest magnified. His fingers stroked all around her coppery areolas. Leaving burning streaks of her flesh wherever he gripped, he made certain that a tiny passage was left between the mounds of tit flesh.
"Feel my cock!" he cried.
And she did. It touched the far slope of her boobs. The throbbing tip poked into the canyon between her tits, then started drilling hard. He worked his prick into the artificial cunt made from her tit flesh.
The way his cock bucked and jerked against her tender jugs aroused her. He was giving her cock in the most unusual way she could imagine! And it was definitely turning her on. She wanted to reach out and grip his prick. She couldn't. Her wrists were tied. The pressure he was exerting on her boobs was enough to make her think he was trying to rip those mounds of flesh from her chest. She could do nothing to stop him. His weight pushed her down hard into the mattress. She was helpless to control the speed of his fucking.
Her tits were being fucked. That was all she could possibly understand.
But it was, a good feeling. The rubbery tip of his prick soothed her tits, made her come alive.
When he began fucking faster and faster, the warmth penetrated into her chest. She could feel his long prick come all the way through its fleshy tunnel in her boobs.
On impulse, she raised her head as much as possible and thrust out her tongue. She was rewarded with the musky taste of cock and the warmth of the very tip of his cock brushing lightly across her tongue. Each time she felt his weight come forward on her, driving his cock into her tits, she raised her head to try and take his prick into her mouth.
Once, she succeeded in getting the glans into her mouth. Only her lips caressed his cock but it was enough.
He moaned out, "Chriiiist, that's it! Keep doing it! Love it!"
She loved it. And she gave of her mouth love to his long prick as it came hurtling through her tits. The strain on the back of her neck was great. This only added to her enjoyment.
She'd come to revel in the pain as well as the pleasure he gave her. She was adept at playing one off against the other. The pain actually enhanced her pleasure, made it more intense. She couldn't remember a time when there hadn't been pain with lovemaking.
She couldn't think of any reason there shouldn't be not now. It was the only way to give a balanced picture of her body. The pain made all her nerves come alive, the fucking gave them all the pleasure they could handle.
It worked. She wasn't going to rock the boat now.
Her lips closed over his arrowhead-shaped glans again. She tried sucking as much of his cock into her mouth as she could. It was doomed to failure. With her tits holding back the massive bulk of his cock, there was no real way she could hope to get it all into her mouth.
His balls bounced lightly against her tits. The way he rubbed the turgid nipples together was almost enough to get her off. But it was his cock that finally gave her the orgasm she so eagerly sought.
She didn't cum like she used to. The build-up was more gradual but when all the passions released, there was no greater feeling in the world.
Trying to get his prick in her mouth again caused neck muscles to knot painfully. She collapsed back to the bed and just let him drive his cock repeatedly into and out of her mountainous tits.
The sexual warmth mounted. The tension in her body became so great she knew she'd be getting off on it in a few seconds.
He came first.
The warm spurt of his cum all over her mouth and face set off her own climax. He continued driving hard into her jugs, fucking them with all the power locked in his hips. All the while, he spurted out his geyser of manseed. He completely drenched her face with his jism.
He laughed when he saw his sister's tongue flash out and try to trap as much of the wasted cum as possible. She lapped it up like a man dying of thirst drinking a cup of water.
Her tongue swirled and worked and soon had most of his jizz removed from the area around her mouth.
"I wish I had a longer tongue. I could have really gotten you off then!" she exclaimed.
"And not missed any of that white spunk all over your face. You're a greedy bitch, Lisa. Admit it."
"I admit it. Guilty! Now fuck me again!"
"You ought to know my prick's not up to it. I couldn't possibly do a thing."
She screamed when she felt his tongue on her pussy. All the time he'd been talking, he was rearranging her skirt. His tongue pressed wetly through the tricot panties. After the first surprising touch of his tongue, he stripped off the useless garment and stuffed his face fully into her twat.
She couldn't remember how many times his tongue brought her to climax. Losing count was part of the fun.
It was a great going away party.
Lisa was listening to the radio and playing with Fuzzy when the doorbell rang. She was hesitant to answer. Steve had been gone for over two weeks, had called and said he wouldn't be back for another two. Besides, he usually just came right on in. He knew he couldn't sneak up on her and had long since stopped trying.
She went to the door, the dog playfully running between her slender legs. She called out, "Who is it?"
"Police, ma'am. I'm Officer Reed and this is Officer Grant. He'd like to talk to you for a few minutes."
"What is it?" Lisa couldn't imagine what she'd done to get the police out like this. The rape had been an eternity ago. And she was certain the cops had long since put that one into the unsolved and unsolvable file.
"We'd prefer to come in, if we could."
"I'm blind. How do I know you're really policemen?"
"Sorry, ma'am, we didn't know. They didn't tell us. Leave the chain latch on and just touch our badges. That good enough?"
"Sure." Her hand snaked through the small opening and touched the cold metal badge. Then, before the man could move, she gripped his belt and found a pair of handcuffs. That convinced her. A clever thief might have faked a badge. He wouldn't have gone to the trouble of carrying handcuffs.
She let them in, curious.
"Please sit down, Miss Hopkins. I'm afraid we have bad news for you."
"Bad news? What? Oh, my God, no! Steve!"
"Yes, ma am. Your brother was killed in a car wreck. You might have heard about it. One of those LA freeway chain reaction wrecks. Over eighty cars involved, ten people dead and over a hundred in the hospital. You seem to be the only next of kin. We're sorry."
"I... thank you for coming over."
She was totally numb from shock. Her entire life had been stolen away by cruel fate. What could she possibly do now? She'd been the independent bitch until Steve had shown her how leaning on someone could be even more interesting.
That hurt, hurt bad. She should never have listened. The sex had been too good with him. She'd never be able to replace him, the fucking, anything in that void in her life. Not now, not ever.
"Are you going to be all right, ma'am?"
"Yes. Please leave me alone for a while. I... I've got to get this sorted out in my mind."
"Right. Your brother's body is at the Green Valley Rest Home since it was the closest. You can call them and make the arrangements."
"Yes, yes. Thank you. Now, please, just let me alone."
The police left without another word.
For long minutes, perhaps hours, Lisa sat in a state of shock. Steve dead and after all that had been blossoming between them. For a brief instant, she thought of telling Carl that she would marry him, but that was absurd.
She'd be settling for second best and would always know it. She could never be happy with him. Steve was the man in her life -- the only man. With him sex meant something.
She couldn't replace him or his inventiveness and insight into her needs.
Fuzzy came and nuzzled against her leg. She bent down and patted the dog's furry head. It was the only thing left of Steve. He'd given the dog to her. In a way, the dog was an embodiment of Steve and his caring Lisa sprawled back in the chair. The determination that came to her was like cold iron. She would never let a man get to be so important in her life again. She couldn't bear up under the pain when he left -- or was torn from her by death.
Yes, she and Fuzzy would get along just great. The two of them -- and to hell with the rest of the world!
