The Man and the Girl

This is a dream I had, told in story form and expanded. Everyone involved is over 18. Enjoy!

The street was quiet, the houses all buttoned up for the day. Their occupants were all at work or school, the drawn curtains like eyeshadow on sleeping eyes. Colorful. Wholesome. Safe.

A door opened on a boring beige and brick house, just a bit. The Girl peeked out with one honey-colored eye, looking around. She needed to step outside for just a moment, but she didn't feel like putting pants on; the day had been unseasonably humid and warm, and the air conditioner couldn't keep up. A head appeared with shocking pink hair hanging down around a cute, round face.

The coast was clear. She could dart around to the sideyard without being seen. Her shirt was just long enough to cover her intimately, and of course, she wore panties, but she still didn't want to be so exposed outside. Her bare feet stepped carefully out onto the porch, toenails sparkling and red.

She hurried on tiptoe, as though trying not to wake anyone, three big steps and down to the yard. The trashbag she carried bumped off the stairs as she went, jostling the refuse. She grumbled to herself about the rules of her HOA that demanded rubbish bins be kept near the backyard, out of sight.

She tried to hurry, not just because she was indecently dressed, but because being back here spooked her. The neighborhood was quiet, and large bushes along the house blocked her view of the street. She felt isolated.

As she got closer to the trash cans, a bird let off a startled Twitter as it took flight behind her. The Girl glanced back over her shoulder but saw nothing. She quickly lifted the lid and dropped the bag inside. As she was replacing the lid, something slammed into her from behind and to the side. The force of it knocked her into the brick wall, and she cried out in alarmed surprise.

She raised one arm and managed to avoid hitting her head, but her elbow, breasts, and hip throbbed. Her nipples stood out, hard and angry, through the thin fabric of her t-shirt. Someone was pinning her to the side of the house! Confusion and fear burst to life inside her as she tried to push back against what felt like a warm, solid wall, huge and immovable.

Slightly dazed, she tried looking around, but a large, rough hand reached around her head and slammed down firmly against her mouth, forcing her face back around with a sharp tug. As she tried to scream, the thumb pinched down over her nose, blocking her air quickly and cutting off her scream.

Now she really struggled, quiet whimpers stuck in her chest and throat as she pushed back against that hard body. The Man seemed to growl in her ear, and the hot, moist breath sent goosebumps down her arms. Her nails clawed at his hand, wrist, and arm as her head began to swim, but she seemed to affect little more than a fly, harmless and annoying.

Her heartbeat thudded in her ears, and she was sure this was it. This is how she goes. She was supposed to have dinner with her parents this weekend. Just as she was thinking her goodbyes, the thumb released, and she pulled in great, gasping breaths. She heard a rumbling voice whisper in her ear, "There will be no more screaming now, Girl. Nod if you understand," and she moved her head in quick little jerks, whimpering her compliance desperately.

"Good girl," he said as he took his hand away. She was too terrified to move, unable to make herself pull away as his hand wandered down her neck, caressing her throat. She swallowed, and he gave a quiet little chuckle as he continued down her chest. He grabbed one full breast, giving it a firm squeeze and causing her nipple to graze against the wall again. She hissed in a breath, and he groaned quietly, pushing against her more firmly for a moment.

As his hand began to move again, down her stomach, she began to tremble. She reached for his hand, wanting to stop him, and he grabbed her wrists in both hands. The fingers easily wrapped around and crossed over. He pulled her arms straight out behind her, burying his nose in her neck. "I can smell you from the street," he growled against her skin, "You're not getting away this time."

The Man's words sent a hot spike deep into her core. What was that supposed to mean? Had he been watching her? Following her? The Girl thought back to all the times she had quickly darted out of her house, half-dressed like today. It was common behavior. Had he been here, waiting for the right time? She whimpered again, squirming as he pulled her arms behind her, and pulled her body against his.

Then The Man gathered both of her wrists in one hand behind her back, the grip strong and sure. She tried again to break free, but it was like trying to bend steel. His free hand began its exploration again, this time wasting no time as it dove between her bare thighs, pressing against her mound. To the girl's surprise, she let out a quiet moan, and then her face erupted into a blush so bright she was nearly glowing.

"Oh? Don't think I didn't hear that, Girl," he said, his fingers moving in slow, firm circles over her panties. "Look at that blush. Are you enjoying this?" His tone was teasing, and his tongue darted out to lick her cheek as shame flooded her. She shook her head back and forth, her eyes sparkling with tears as she denied his question, denied her traitorous mouth, and denied reality.

The Man used his grip between her legs to pull her back into him, grinding his hips into her. She could feel him pressing against her bottom, erect. Is that a flashlight in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me? The Girl's thoughts whirled crazily as she felt a throbbing ache start in her stomach and burn its way down, rising in waves as his fingers put pressure against her clit.

How could her body be reacting this way? Surely, The Girl thought, surely she wasn't enjoying this? Surely she wanted it to stop. Didn't she? Another hot spike shot through her as The Man groaned again. Then he took his hand away. She nearly made some noise of protest but forced herself to swallow it. There was a quiet rustling behind her. She hadn't realized that her eyes had slipped closed, and they shot open when she heard the unmistakable sound of duct tape ripped off the roll.

The Girl's renewed struggles were easily overpowered as he pulled her wrists up her back, folded her arms against each other, and wrapped the tape around her forearms. He worked quickly, and before she knew it both of his hands were roaming her body again. They stopped at her hips, grabbing handfuls of her shirt and pulling it up, revealing the cotton panties that were her only protection, feeble though it was.

His thumbs slipped under the fabric, hot against her skin and he ignored her quiet protestations as he began to pull them down. Slowly, feeling her warm skin as the fabric peeled away. Down over her bottom, her sex exposed as he bunched her panties around her thighs. She shivered again as the warm air touched her, and then gasped when his hands roughly pulled her hips back into himself.

She couldn't get her arms free. She was trapped, at the mercy of The Man. She tried to pull away, and a sharp smack to her left cheek made her yelp, her struggles ceasing at once. Tears began to sparkle in her eyes as she stared at the wall, trying to undo what was happening, both to her body and to her mind. She was isolated. No one could see her from here. No one was home to hear her, even if she wasn't too scared to scream again. Worst of all, as The Man just discovered, her bare pussy was soaked.

"Well, well, well. If I knew you were going to enjoy yourself so much, I would have come sooner," his voice was like a beast, deep and rumbling as he rubbed his fingers against her clit. The Girl whimpered, shaking her head no. Her hips twitched against her will as his fingers explored her depths, pushing inside her. Her breath caught in her throat as a wave of pleasure rippled through her. No! She couldn't enjoy this! Yet, somehow, she was.

"No? Then explain this to me," he said as he raised one hand to her face and wiped her wetness across her mouth. She shook her head again, this time trying to get away from his offending hand. Another quiet laugh and then the unmistakable sound of a zipper coming open. The Girl's knees trembled, threatening to give out, and for just a moment she thought they would. Then she felt it, felt him, solid, brushing gently across her bare ass. He felt cool compared to the warmth of the air, and she shivered again.

"Trembling like a little rabbit. Are you scared, little bunny?" He seemed to be holding back laughter. The Man was enjoying himself, as evidenced by his stiff cock. He rubbed the tip in the cleft between her legs, pushing into the thigh gap, spreading her wetness along his shaft and sliding against her slit. She gasped, pleasure throbbed as his tip dragged against her clit. He held her there, his dick between her thighs, then pumped slowly back and forth, gliding in her slick fluids.

Now the struggle was internal. A war between her mind, which cried out for help, for rescue, and her body, which begged to have The Man continue, to give in to the pleasure and let it happen. It was too much, she couldn't think straight, and her knees finally came unhinged. The Man caught around her waist as she fell, grabbing her arms like reins and holding her up bent over with the other hand.

She began to squirm again as the angle put more pressure against her sensitive box, and she heard another groan from him. "Now you're being a good little rabbit," he whispered as he pulled back once more. The girl tried not to react but oh how she wanted to. His movements were agonizingly slow, until finally he was all the way back, pressing the tip firmly against her sopping opening.

"No! Please! Please don't do this, please let me go!" The Girl's voice trembled, a mixture of lust and shame swirled in her, and she couldn't help the sound she made as he began to press into her heat. As he forced his way in, her mind gave up. She was nearly panting as his engorged member violated her, and a thrilling wave of pleasure erupted inside her. He wasn't small, and she had been alone for some time.

As The Man speared her, she leaned forward a bit, pressing her shoulder against the wall for support. Every inch spread her open, and they both moaned together as his hips met her ass. Getting a better grip on her arms, he released her waist, bringing his hand around to rub her clit. "Such a good little slut. I knew you would feel good," he said, grinding into her. Then, he pulled out, slowly, and back in. She moaned in response, his words adding to the thrill, to the pleasure as she began to rock her hips in time.

His thrusts increased in speed and tempo, his fingers gliding quickly over her swollen nub and she felt the orgasm building in her core, climbing with every thrust. She didn't know sex could feel like this. It had always been kind of bland, most boyfriends were unable to even get her wet, never mind get off. This was something entirely new, and she felt a light go on inside her mind. Something in her changed.

"Tell me, Girl. Do you like this? Do you want me to stop?" He asked her, his breath hardly labored as he fucked her. She moaned out a "no," but to which question, she did not know. "No? Should I stop then?" And he did. He pulled himself all the way out and then just sat there, at her entrance, not moving. She groaned, and her hips rocked back against him, trying to relieve the emptiness, but he didn't let her, moving back further. "Beg for it, Girl."

She made a sound of protest as her cheeks turned red again. She clenched her fists behind her back and opened her mouth...but nothing came out. She couldn't say the words. She didn't even have the words to say, so she whined a bit, pushing back against him again, using her body where her words failed. "Beg me to fuck you, Girl," he said, his voice low and threatening growl.

The words swirled into her head and she moaned louder, finally, she found her voice. "P...Please...Please f...fuck...me," her quiet voice was sweet in the still air and with a groan he slammed back into her, taking her now with force, using his grip on her arms to pull her back into him. Each thrust built inside her womb, his fingers on her clit sending waves through her body and she found that she was coming on his dick. Her rapist had given her an orgasm, and it was mind-shattering. She got too loud, and his hand returned to cover her mouth, muting her cries of passion.

He continued, a few more thrusts and he suddenly growled, biting down on her shoulder as he buried himself deep inside her and spilled his seed. He stayed still a while, waiting until he was done, and then he carefully lowered her to the ground, and then cut the duct tape, freeing her arms. The Girl couldn't move. She lay there, panting, her eyes closed as she tried to come to terms with what just happened. She waited for him to speak.

After a while, she opened her eyes. He was gone. He disappeared as silently as he had appeared. The Girl sat up, pulling the rest of the tape off her arms, one hand going between her legs. Her clit twitched as she made contact, and she felt his come as it spilled out of her. When she was able, she stood, pulling up and righting her panties. She stood there a moment, thinking, and then started back for her front door. One thing was certain. The next time she stepped outside without pants, she would leave the panties on the bed.