The smell of coffee, fresh toast and music from the radio filled the air. It was morning and the bright rays of the sun shone onto the kitchen table. Just as the mist had lifted from the streets outside Katie slowly came to realise what had happened. The whole incident still felt unreal to her. She sat now at the table, a mug of steaming coffee in front of her and stared dead into its black content. Her husband was dressed in his usual suit he wore to his office and prepared some eggs on the stove.
It was a small kitchen in a small house. They didn't have had much money when they got married right after graduating from college. It was one nightmare for her. The baby, the house, the marriage and the life as a mother and housewife; it wasn't something she had planned for.
Her now 4 year old daughter came screaming into the kitchen. The bacon and eggs sizzled, the music had given way to news, her husband was shouting and Katie just sat and continued to stare into her mug.
The white linoleum floor was covered with spots marking each one of her cooking experiments and the rampage her little kid caused from time to time. Crayon marks were all over the wall, bills and other paper work lay spread out on the small table that was set at the one end of the kitchen.
"Katie?" her husband called her. But she didn't react.
Her daughter pulled at her faded blue bathrobe.
"Mommy! Pancooks…Pancooks." She yelled.
Her husband swore when something fell on the floor. He yelled her name again.
Suddenly her body was rocked hard side to side.
"HEY! Could you please fix her something? Katie?!" he shook his head and sighed.
His plate hit the table and he sat down. She finally looked up from her mug.
"I have no time to make her something Katie… I'm running late as always. And you haven't really been helpful this morning." He raised his hands. "I'm not complaining, so don't look at me like that."
But Katie just looked past him through the window out into the garden.
"God…" he muttered. "Are you back again in that no-I'm-not-talking-to-you-anymore-phase? Could you please just tell me, before you stop to interact with all of us here, what in the hell I did wrong this time?"
His voice seemed far away. Her eyes slowly wandered over to her daughter Dana. She had just found the cereal box and was munching happily away.
"Dana…" her husband got up and took the box away. Immediately the kid started to cry.
"Katie!!"
Chapter 4
The small house with the small kitchen was quiet now. Occasionally Dana started to sing along with her favourite Cartoon character on TV. Katie sipped at her cold coffee. She was still dressed in the bathrobe. Her husband had left at some point in the morning. The kitchen clock just hit 1 pm. Katie slowly got up from the white plastic chair.
Her feet were cold. Her hands were cold. The floor beneath her was cold.
Dana came running when she realised that her Mom had gotten up from that chair she had been sitting on for a long time.
"Mommy." She said.
Katie smiled.
"Hi Sweetie. Mommy has to take a shower. Do you want to come with me or watch TV?" she asked.
Dana grinned and ran back into the living room and back to join in just in time for the chorus.
Minutes later Katie was upstairs and looking at her own reflection in the mirror. The robe had fallen and her hands cupped gently the underside of her perfectly round shaped breasts. Her skin was white where the fabric of her bikini had protected her from the sun it was a big contrast to the rest of her body which was nicely tanned. A shiver ran down her back when her fingertips hit her erect pink nipples. They were sensitive. With a gasp she let her hands go off her breasts. Unconsciously she had started to caress them. Her fingers had dug deep into the soft flesh, squeezing them and sending a wave of passion through her body.
Katie slumped down onto the toilet and covered her face with her hands. The memories of the incident in that dark, heat filled room returned. The seed that was planted into her last night was beginning to take over her.
She remembered now. Her nipples were so hard and she felt how her juices inside her pussy slowly started to flow. Despite the fact she resented the memories of yesterday's incident she was getting horny. A heat wave gently rose up deep down insider of her.
Katie opened her eyes and saw herself again. Saw herself taken by this man, this muscular tall man, saw him pounding into her, her legs were spread wide open, gasping for air, moaning with pleasure, the heat…the heat that seemed to be everywhere. Around her, inside her, it just seemed as it was trying to engulf her in a flame of passion.
Katie was filled with fear when she had sat down on his bed, however at the same time she was longing for it. Like a predator he had crawled upon her, touched her and kissed her on her lips. She still couldn't explain why she had returned his kiss or was it her who had started it?. Later, when she finally realised what had happened it was way too late.
Her head was rested against a fluffy pillow. Her eyes followed his hands. The first touch sent shivers down her spine.
"No need to be scared, Katie." He whispered gently into her right ear and kissed her lobes.
He pulled the shoulder strings of her pink bikini top down. His breath trembled when her full set of breasts came slowly into view. First, the small pink circle of her areola then her erect nipples bounced free from the fabric that had pressed against them. His hands immediately grabbed hold of them. He kneaded her soft flesh, squeezed them and started to suck on her nipples. His saliva felt cold at first, but when his tongue started to flip over the tip of her nipple the heat returned. She lifted her arms and her hands touched his short black hair. With all her strength she started to push him away as sanity returned for a while. His tongue flicked and her arms slumped down. There was no need to fight this…it just felt too well.
Greg lay like a fat python on her small body frame. He had spread her legs. She could feel his erect shaft nestling against her bikini panty. Katie could feel that they were drenched. His strong arms now pinned her upper body down. Greg didn't talk anymore. Katie could see in his cold blue eyes that he was serious now. Things started to get hectic. With one hand holding her down, he pulled her panty down. Her trimmed brown pubic hair came into sight. Greg had problems to move her panty down as her legs were spread.
Katie kicked and wiggled to assist him. Again a voice in her called not to help him. At the end her panty lay next to her head and her vagina lips were fully exposed. His cock slithered in front of its entrance. Without any further notice Greg unceremoniously thrust his member into her. Katie hadn't felt a cock between her legs for months. She and her husband slept in separate rooms and their sex life was nearly non existent. Katie looked down and saw how the penis of this stranger invaded her now. The swollen dick spread her cunt lips wide apart and as it hurt a little. She could feel his hot pole ramming deep down below in her. Her wetness spread as she realised the fact that she was fucked by this man and not her husband.
His hips moved in a steady rhythm and his dick pumped in and out of her cunt. The moisture inside her was spreading with each thrust. His shaft started to glisten in the darkness of the room with her juice. Katie held her head back and lay powerless on the mattress. Her entire body rocked as he now pounded faster and harder into her.
