Not the Sunday She Expected

Chapter 2

Steph pulled into the driveway, opened the garage door and drove in. He pulled in the driveway and watched Stephanie walk out to the car.

"Would you like to come in while I look for the info I have?"

Andrew answered with, "oh that would be nice, thank you so much." He could not wait to get inside, and only leave when he was damn good and ready.

They walked inside the house. Stephanie offered to get him a cup of coffee, which Andrew turned down, politely. Stephanie stopped inside the door to shut the garage door. She ushered him inside. Andrew took in as much of the inside detail, as he could digest in his mind.

"This is a beautiful home Stephanie!" He eyed all around. The house was a tri-level, with 5 steps going to both the upper and lower levels.

"Well if I can't get you a cup of coffee, is there anything else you mind like?"

Andrew could think of several things she could offer him, but he actually considered those from her much better.

"Ok, well, make yourself at home, and let me go find what I have."

Andrew had already noticed the very large picture of Stephanie, in her long, beautiful wedding dress. It was obviously from years before, she looked much younger, light brown, longer hair. He would have loved taking her back then, as well. He couldn't take his eyes off the picture!

He could hear Stephanie talking, maybe to herself, maybe to him, the picture had really distracted him.

So he inquired, "I'm sorry Stephanie, did you say something?"

From the office, she spoke louder, oh, no, I'm sorry, just to myself. Trying to think through where I stored them at."

Andrew was getting a tad itchy, trying to figure out the right time to make his move. It could be anytime he thought.

Steph came out of the office looking frustrated. "Well, nothing there, I can think of one more place I might have put them."

"Okay, thanks," Andrew replied. She was heading upstairs, and that was the hammer on the nail for him. This was the time to get her!

As he headed up the carpeted stairs, he heard her still talking sporadically. It was clear this woman talked to herself. He withdrew his Smith and Wesson. The time had come, for both of them.

In her bedroom, Stephanie was crouched down, looking through several open cabinet doors. Andrew could see the beautiful sight of the hem of the skirt, tight, and halfway up her thighs. He leaned against the side of the open door, just taking in a most sexy, beautiful sight!

Stephanie was unaware Andrew was there. She was lost in trying to remember where the info might be, and looking through the cabinets.

He, almost, regretted having to forgo his spectacular view of her thighs. But, where she was, crouching, and lost in what she was looking for, there was no better time.

With his Smith and Wesson pistol in his hand, he took a step forward, and pressed the barrel to her temple! Steph felt the hard metal against her head. She turned her head enough so she could look at him.

"Griffin ....." she could hardly get the word out. She had been caught off guard, completely.

"Call me whatever name you Teach. Not the guy you thought I was, am I?"

"Wha...t ...what.....do you want?"

"I am looking at exactly what I am here to get, and I have all the time I need!"

His eyes roamed her body.

It was just that moment when the naive Stephanie Connors realized, in a crystal clear thought, what a predicament she was in. Her brown eyes revealed her innocence and ignorance to Andrew.

The morning events came back to her swiftly. She had invited a man, she didn't know, revealed that her family was gone for a few days, let him into her home, and now was on her knees, beside him, with a gun to her head!

Stephanie now had evidence of something she had forgotten, she was still eye candy to some men. She liked to dress up and look pretty, but she only did it with Sam in mind. She didn't consider that men, of any age, still looked at her for her body, her good looks!

"Stand up Stephanie, nice and slow. I enjoy watching you!"

He pulled the barrel away from her head, and watched her trying to get up as graciously as possible. She used the cabinet to brace and balance herself. She finally was standing straight and looking at him. She had tears in both eyes.

"Why ... what do you want .... Why me?"

"That's two questions, Teach. Should be obvious I want you, and oh hell yes, I could pick any bitch I want, but you are the one! Oh there are better looking one, but you just got everything that I want!"

Stephanie's tears increased, rolling down her cheeks. This was all her fault, she told herself. She had to figure out a way to escape.

Then, to Stephanie's surprise, the barrel of the pistol touched her lips, and began tracing, in a circular motion, around her mouth.

"Open up, or I WILL splatter your brains on that wall. Nice for your man and kids to see and remember you by! Just open up, like a good girl."

Steph, had a smaller mouth, but she slowly opened. The image he described didn't seem to give much room for resistance.

The metal tasting barrel lay on her tongue, not really moving.

"Come on, Steph, may I call you Steph, (laughter came from his throat) show me your cock sucking skill! Married woman, you must give these out to your man regularly! SHOW ME!"

Steph wrapped her lips around the barrel, forming a very sweet, and near perfect O. Andrew moved the barrel forward and back, a good 10 times, mostly because he could.

"Open wide," terrified her, but when she did the barrel was pulled away.

Andrew just reached out, took one hand and, with a good yank, pulled her closer.

"Take the blouse off, let me see what you got for me!"

She feared what she imagined was rape coming her way, but, the threat of that weapon again aiming right at her face, was just as terrifying! She could see down the barrel. There was no choice for her.

He watched both her hands go to the bottom of her blouse. Some of the material remained tucked inside the waistband of the skirt. The backside of the blouse had come out from the waistband. After pulling the entire blouse out she started unbuttoning from the bottom.

Andrew ate up seeing her belly, and belly button, then finally his first glimpse at her gray bra. Then her blouse hung open, not revealing much, but enough. She undid the buttons by each wrist. She had nothing more to do, so she pulled the blouse off. He took it from her hand, and tossed it away.

"Come on, Stephanie, don't play dumb. You know what comes next. She hesitated, and the barrel of the pistol, ran over her cheek, stopped at her ear, then moved into her hair, and pushed some hair back and behind her ear.

"Don't mess with me, you know what this will do to you," he pushed barrel under her chin, forcing her head up.

Stephanie, sobbing a bit more, reached behind her back, unclasped the two hooks, releasing the cups from her breasts. One at a time she took the straps off and away from her shoulders. Andrew could see more and more of her love orbs!

Like with her blouse, she removed it, and Andrew took it from her, tossing it in the same direction as her blouse. She tried to cover bare breasts with her hands and arms. Just laughing at her, he motioned with the pistol for to lower them.

"Really ain't that much to see there Teach, but I've waited a damn long time to see those tits .....SHOW 'EM TO ME!"

Looking up and away, anywhere but at her attackers face, Stephanie dropped her cover.

She felt a hand brush across a nipple, that to her total dismay, was getting hard! Next the same breast had a hand clamped around it, squeezing fairly hard. She was crying now, ashamed. Andrew used the other tit the same way. Steph swallowed hard, trying to endure this frontal assault.

Tucking his pistol behind his back, as before, both hands slid under each of her Orange sized breasts. He hefted them, alternately, like he was weighing fruit! He wasn't that surprised by their size, actually thinking they would be smaller. Her breasts were wider than most women's, as wide as they were tall.

Finally he let go of both, leaving semi-erect raisins on both of them.

"These ain't bad, Stephy. Yeah, small, but fuck it, they are very sexy, and calling my name. Who gives a shit if 15 year old girls have bigger jugs than you. I like these baby boobies you got! Your man must really suck on these!"

Stephanie was full out crying, her face flushed red from humiliation! Andrew ate the humiliation of this woman up, like free food. Stephanie was feeling empty, she had brought this on herself, by being just stupid.

Andrew was ready to move this along, he had waited months for this moment, that he had played of a million times in his brain.

"Ok Stephanie, time to suck my dick .... on your knees!" He pushed down HARD, on the top of her head, and forced her down to knees!

She emitted sounds of discomfort, and her knees took the brunt of it.

He held her by one arm, and undid his belt, pants and zipper. He jerked his shorts down, and his cock sprung free, bumping into Steph's chin. She let out a cry of unexpectedness.

"Oh, come on Stephy, you know what I want. Married bitches, like you, know what and how to do it! Here, let me run it around your face, smell it, get used to it!"

Andrew held his cock and made sure he ran it all around her face, over her glasses, and even in her hair.

Letting his cock free to roam only made it grow larger. He knew it was time, "Suck it, woman. I want the husband blow job, anything less, you will regret it! Open, let me see your tongue hanging out."

Stephanie was scared more than ever, she let her tongue hang down. She felt the head of the penis spreading precum over her tongue. She knew the taste, but as with all men, this was a slightly different one.

His cock rested there, telling Stephanie to, "starting sucking, real good, wifey!"

She took his organ inside, wrapping her lips around the pole. She had done this many times with Sam, and so far the penis sizes were very similar. Her mouth being small, she could only take so much at a time.

Andrew's voice continued, "so baby, how many different cocks have you sucked? What number am I? I know about your lover, but am I number 2? Or did you give BJ's in high school, college, other boyfriends? OR, do you cheat on the old man, find a student of yours, or a well cut dad?"

The cock was going deep, almost tickling her tonsils, Rich always stopped there and let her take his load in her own speed. Andrew ran a hand through her soft, short strands of hair.

"Stephy, are you a good girl, or a cheating slut? You suck so nice!"

He enjoyed watching her head bobbing up and down! Looking over her, he watched her black high heels kicking up and down, almost in rhythm, yet slowly. She also was flustered by his words about how many times, amount of partners, and if she cheated. Being called a dirty girl stung her even though it wasn't true.

She HAD had sex with multiple men before getting married, and had been completely true to Sam, until now. The word rape ran across her brain, and it hurt.

Andrew reached down, fondling gently one of her boobs! It was like play dough or a rubber ball in his hand. Stephanie could feel everything he was doing to her, and her jaw was getting sore. But she didn't see what was coming next.

Andrew thought that Stephanie was enjoying giving oral sex way too much. ( He was wrong, she wasn't ) He thought it was possible she was a cheating slut and cheated on her husband regularly. (She didn't cheat at all.)

This blow job, by Stephanie, although top flight and highly enjoyable, meant he was too easy on her. Time to show her the kind of sex she was in for.

Both his hands clamped behind her head, entwined in her hair, and pulled her forward, far enough for Stephanie's nose to be in his dark pubic hair. His cock rammed down her throat, deep, he could see the outline of his penis in her throat. She kicked her black pumps high up off the floor, her fists beat on any part of his part she could get at. She gagged, really was gagging. She was smart enough to keep breathing through her nose. It was a throat fucking like she'd never experienced, and her tight throat squeezed and gripped his "monster!" She tasted his cum, the slime going down to her belly! More came from his cock, clogging up her throat, and he pulled back, allowing her to get air in through her mouth! Her hands were on her knees, breathing deeply, cum hanging on her sexy bottom lip. Andrew delighted in her defeat, and watched as stringy cum ropes ran down her chin, and bubbles of his sperm out of both her nostrils! It was Glorious for Andrew.

While he had the upper hand, he raised up his shoes, and pushed into her shoulder, sending Steph backwards, on her ass, semi leaning on her right cheek!

Her legs were spread apart and Andrew could see right up her skirt to her panty covered cunt! Oh how good would that taste and how tight was it? Andrew lost focus, while thinking of that double delicacy!

Stephanie, still coughing, had reached that point, her anger, and need to escape took over. She saw an opportunity, thought damn the consequences, she HAD to escape this unknown "Mad Man!"

Stephanie coiled back, and with both legs, high heels, she lashed out both as him. Her aim was just to hit some part of him. Call it luck, good fortune, or better aim that she thought, both heels connected with parts of his legs! In her brain one or two kicks to his ball sack would have pleased her.

Andrew had laid his pistol down on the cabinet, and now his pants were around his ankles, and his underwear just below his knees! He let out a yell of pain, and anger at being literally "caught with his pants down!" She knocked him off balance, just enough, as he fell backwards, and was trying to steady his fall.

Stephanie was quick, and got up, avoided a trip attempt, and was out of the bedroom. She headed down the upper hallway, had she went down the 4 stairs to the living room, she might have gotten to the door to the garage, or the front door. But with her mind flooded with ideas and emotions she ran straight. Steph was running very quickly, in her black heels! There was another 4 stairs at the end, that was now was her goal. Those stairs would also take to the door to the garage. Her breasts were bouncing like they did when she went jogging, but they were always tightly packaged in her jog bra. Even small, they were jostling in all directions.

Andrew had been cut, not severe, but bleeding. He grabbed his pistol, thinking of shooting at her, but no chance. Quick yanked up of his shorts and pants, holding his pants clinched together, at the waist, with his left hand, he took off to catch her!

"YOU BITCH, WHEN I GET MY HANDS ON YOU ........"

Steph knew he was closing in, and instead of trying the stairs she turned into a small bathroom, shut and locked the door.