Standing at the door, fumbling with my keys, Jeff tenderly took them from me. Unlocking the door, he opened it for me and I sprinted to the bathroom. Slamming the door, I locked it, wondering why I bothered. It obviously wasn't going to keep Jeff out. I turned on the water in the shower, letting the bathroom steam up, while I peeled my dress off. My breasts were still sticky from the cum he had shot over them, not 10 minutes before. My breathing was labored from being so aroused, as I stepped under the water.
I let the water flow over me, and tried to take deep breaths to calm myself. I grabbed the soap and started scrubbing my tits harshly, ignoring the bruise on one breast. Leaning against the wall, my eyes shut, I scoured my chest as I tried to get my thoughts under control. Less than 24 hours had passed since Jeff had come over, as he had so many times before. We had barbecued and talked. It had all been so normal, until he had kissed me. That kiss had led to him forcefully taking me, but the worst was my body's betrayal by orgasm, not once but three times.
Jeff had stayed the night. I was wrong when I assumed he would be as upset about the events as I had been and quietly leave. Initially he acted as if nothing had happened. I agreed to go for a drive with him and we walked and chatted, like the two friends we had been before last night. But in the car on the way back, he had me place my ben-wa balls in my pussy. Then I had to give him a blowjob in the car, while he exposed me to passing motorists. I was so horny and he had indicated he expected more now that we were back at my house. My body was sore; my thoughts were swirling. I had come to admit I enjoyed the sex, although not the roughness of the prior night, nor the embarrassment in the car. With a final deep breath, I knew I had to satisfy the ache in my pussy. My horniness was not helping me cope with all that had happened or with a solution to Jeff. I needed all my thoughts concentrated on dealing with him, not distracted by my urgent desire for release.
My breasts were red and as clean as soap and water could get them. As reached down to remove the ben-wa balls, I knew a few moments of rubbing my clit would be all I needed to cum. Then I would demand Jeff leave and call the police if I had to. There had to be an end to this.
My fingers probed for the string to the balls, when Jeff's voice boomed "NO". I was paralyzed as I looked up to see him standing, naked, on the other side of the glass shower door. How long had he been there? I hadn't seen or heard him enter the bathroom. My eyes flew from his erect cock to his face, as he opened the door and joined me in the shower. I cringed to the far corner, unconsciously trying to cover my breasts with one arm and my shaved mound with my other hand. Jeff grabbed my wrists firmly, pulling my arms out from my body.
"You are lovely," he complimented, as his eyes slowly roamed over every inch of me. Pulling my arms taut above my head and pinning them against the tile with one large hand, he pulled my head to him and bent down to kiss me. His towering body leaned over me, as his lips gently met mine. His tongue pressed into my mouth, and I gave in to him. I knew I couldn't physically fight him. I was physically sore and mentally beaten, not to mention so horny I could scream. His fingers traced a slow path down my body, over my breasts and tummy, until they stopped just above my slit. I moaned softly through our kiss.
"Horny?" he teased as he let his finger rest on my clit.
"Oh God, Jeff," was all I could respond, as I leaned into him.
"Good, " he whispered, as he tore the balls quickly from my pussy, eliciting a sharp scream, as they suddenly spread my already swollen and bruised lips. He kissed me again as he slowly rubbed my clit until I was on the verge of cumming. My legs were feeling wobbly as he let my wrists go, and backed away from me, leaving me grabbing the wall for support. Turning off the water, Jeff got out the shower. I was stunned by his sudden departure. I watched as he wrapped a towel around his waist, covering his enormous erection. He wrapped a towel around my waist, leaving my breasts dripping and my nipples hardening even more as the water evaporated. Putting his arm around my shoulder, his fingers dangling against a nipple, he led me to the bedroom.
The bed was turned down and straightened. I sat on the edge and looked into his eyes. I was letting him control this. It was foreign to me, but right then, I didn't care.
"Lay down," he whispered. I did and he knelt next to me. Unwrapping the towel from my hips, he slid a finger inside me as he bent to kiss me again. I arched against his hand, burying his large digit even deeper. Jeff's lips traced a path down my neck to my left breast, which he gently licked dry. Sucking my swollen nipple into his mouth, I gasped, partly from the sensations he was causing and partly from the realization I was enjoying it and not wanting him to stop. A second finger joined the first in my pussy, and his thumb was on my clit. I grabbed his head and held him to my breast as I felt the orgasm building. And then he stopped.
