Rebecca Beardsley after speaking with her grandmother on the phone prepared to give her a visit. She put on her everyday undergarments, jeans, a pull-over sweater, and Nikes. A note for her boyfriend was left on the kitchen table giving the time she left, and when she planned to return. As she stepped on to the back porch, she felt a chill in the air, and returned to the utility room to pick up and don a red hoodie.
Driving out of the garage, she smiled to herself remembering Ray's loving making of the night before. He came home late with a bucket of chicken and fixings from Kentucky Fried Chicken and a bottle of Merlot. They ate leisurely exchanging information about their work days and important news they'd heard on Public Radio. She mentioned office cocksman had approached and propositioned her for the millionth time. "As usual I refused. You'd think by now he would understand that no means no."
"Some guys never accept what they don't want to hear."
They consumed the wine in the living room. Each of them drank more than normal. Drinking, playing around, telling corny jokes they enjoyed being together. Ray in a humorous way poured the last of his wine on Becca's blouse. He took her hands when she tried to hit him and buried his head in her wet blouse. They kissed and removed each others clothes.
"I love you," Ray saidas he nuzzled her ear and neck.
"I love you too." She wiggled and giggled as he nuzzled her and at the same time she stroked his cock.
He slid from her neck to her large breasts. "I love these too."
She smiled to herself when he took a nipple into her mouth and worked magic with his tongue. Her nipples hardened and thrills spread through her body concentrating in her core. She rubbed her hands over him enjoying the feel of his muscular hair-covered back. His tongue swirling around her nipple and his free hand thumbing the other intensified the thrills, and she felt her labia lips separating and lubricating.
"Lower." She pulled his head from her breasts and pushed him to her fore regions. His tongue left a wet trail from her breast to her lush red bush. She moaned as he wet her hair and rubbed back and forth across her swollen lips. She ran her hands through his dark brown hair, and arched her back as his tongue plowed a furrow up and down her slit. He dipped his tongue into her before he rose slightly to attach himself to her clit. She moaned as his vibrating tongue stimulated her most sensitive sex organ and the wonderful feeling preceding an orgasm washed over her. Pulling his hair, she spread her legs, waiting in anticipation for his movements to take her over the edge to the heavenly delights of sexual pleasure.
It only took a few seconds before she reached her peak, groaned, and exploded in the fury of a climax. She threw her head back, her breathing increased, perspiration sprouted on her skin, and she saw lightening flashes between the stars of her mind's eye.
Her body was still quivering when she felt him rise over her and slowly slide his cock into her moist and willing pit.
"This isn't going to last long."
Her need for him to stimulate the walls of her tunnel and bring her to another climax was irresistible. His cock hardened and expanded just before he came with spurt after spurt of cum that filled her and over flowed onto the couch. Her pleasure was so great she wasn't concerned about the mess she would have to clean up, because she was flying in the ecstasy that only Ray had ever been able to give her.
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Rebecca's' reverie ended quickly when flashes of red lights appeared in front of her. She jammed on the breaks with both feet. Fortunately, she stopped just short of the rear bumper of a large semi-trailer truck. To her immediate right was a sign in big red letters reading DANGER AHEAD. She breathed a sigh of relief at her good fortune. When the traffic moved again she vowed to be more alert and not allow herself to dwell in her sexual satisfaction. Rebecca knew she liked sex more than most of her friends. Discussions revealed that she and Ray had sex much more frequently than any of them.
It took longer to reach her grandmother's house than she expected but considering the traffic her driving time wasn't too bad. She parked in the drive way and walked quickly to the front door. She rang the door bell three times. Strange, grandma knew I was coming. I wonder why she's not answering. She removed keys from her purse, unlocked the door and stepped inside calling, "Grandma."
She saw her grandmother gagged and tied up sitting on the couch, without warning an arm reached around her waist and a wet cloth was pulled hard into her face. Who ever held her was strong. The last thing she remembered was the odor of chloroform on the fabric covering her face.
A fog of mist covered her eyes as she struggled to wake up. Slowly, the haze dissipated and she could see clearly. Sitting in a chair with his arms leaning on the foot board of the bed was a man wearing an army brown ski mask. Looking at him, she discovered her nudity and being tied spread eagle on her grandmother's bed." Who are you and what are you doing here?"
He didn't speak but rose above the bottom of the bed. The first thing she saw was his hand holding a huge erection Fear gripped her. Was he going to rape her? She knew the statistics, one woman in four would be raped during their life time, but she never thought it would be her. "Why are you here? You won't get away with this. You'll be caught and go to prison. Please don't do this."
His eyes surveyed her body as he stroked himself. He walked to the head of the bed and leaned his face toward hers.
She turned her head away. There was no way she'd allow him to kiss her.
He kissed her ear.
She strained to get away but the soft ropes held firm. He kissed her neck and sucked until it turned red. He rubbed his hand over her face.
She tried to bite him, but he didn't stop, rather he moved his hand to her head and combed her long red hair.
She shivered as he continued to rub her scalp and run his fingers through her hair. "Say something you son-of-a-bitch."
He uttered a low laugh, before tickling the arm pit closest to him.
It didn't affect her because it was only a strange man's fingers touching her body. There was no feeling other than fear and abhorrence. She remained motionless and emotionless as his hand moved the length of her arm and tried to tickle her palm. Remaining rigid she didn't respond to his attempts to arouse her.
The edge of the bed sank as he sat. She heard him sigh. His hand went to her throat and softly rubbed it from side to side.
She continued to look away. She jumped when he touched a nipple.
He laughed and touched her again.
She steeled herself not to react.
Gently, he massaged her breasts with both hands: he squeezed, moved his hands and squeezed again, his fingers encircled her areola, and his thumbs strummed her nipples until they were hard.
She gritted her teeth vowing not to feel anything.
He moved on the mattress. His hands were on both sides of her body. He blew on her nipples.
The warm air surprised her and she jerked away.
He sighed.
His tongue circled one areola.
She anticipated his tongue licking her teat, yet she jerked as he did.
His mouth surrounded her nipple licking, nibbling, sucking.
She closed her eyes, strained against the ropes, tried not to feel anything where the night before she was thrilled by the same act. It seemed a long time ago.
