STRANGER IN THE NIGHT
Katelynn looked around the kitchen and her mind reeled; who could it be she wondered. The room was over half full of laughing and talking people, but she was able to dismiss nearly half of them; after all she didn't think the average woman had the right equipment to leave the ache she felt in her belly. No, it was a male; that she was sure of; and it teased her mind as to which one.
The Baxter family reunion was in full swing when she had gotten her 'visitor' last night. Her family was staying with her father's parents in their large farmhouse and everyone was bustling around preparing for the potluck at the park today.
She glanced at her grandfather; who even at sixty was still a strong and dominant man. Those calloused and weathered hands, it could have been, she thought. She remembered startling awake in the darkness of her room as a large calloused hand rested over her mouth. The sudden realization her sheet had been pulled back, and her nightgown neatly tucked under her arms.
She never heard a voice, how could she when a hot mouth wrapped around her turgid nipple, pulling it in. She remembered her own moans as her back had arched, forcing more of her soft breast into that wonderful mouth.
Grandpa Mike was certainly capable of that, she thought. She glanced down from his tanned farmer arms, to the bulge that filled his jeans. He had the right equipment, she thought. But did the old man have the vigor to pound her whimpering body into the mattress for well over thirty minutes straight. Katelynn doubted that; no this man had been the strong; demanding, and forceful type. Grandpa Mike reminded her of the quiet imposing man who was capable but unwilling.
Her eyes went to her Uncle Billy standing by the sink. Her stomach did a small somersault as she saw the package between his thighs; yeah that thing was capable of leaving the burning ache she now felt between her thighs.
Could her Uncle be the shadow that had slid onto her bed, his knees forcing her legs apart in the darkness; his hand holding in the mewl of pleasure as he rammed inch after hard inch into her belly.
Katelynn shuddered remember the thickness as it stretched her tight walls. God he had been so hard, like a steel pipe she remembered. Not that her body had argued; because even as he had violated her, she had felt the gush of fluids coat his cock as her body surrendered.
To say Katelynn liked sex was an understatement; at times she thought she had the hormonal drives of a teenage male, not a young liberated female. You name the positon she loved it; missionary, doggy, standing; straight or anal it didn't matter; she loved fucking.
When that hard cock has driven into her in the dark, her body had lit on fire. This was someone who knew how to fuck. They had set the perfect pace; the perfect depth; hammering into her helpless body as she creamed again and again.
She tried to focus her mind back on the task, even as she felt the growing wetness in her panties sitting there. All right, so that meant Uncle Billy was a candidate; she thought. How about Cousin Rick; she looked over at the twenty year old standing beside his father.
No, she realized as her eyes traveled down his arms. All she saw was thin limbs and soft hands. This wasn't the power that had pinned her to her bed in the dark; wrapping fingers around her throat to choke off the screams of raw pleasure as he hammered into her.
His post pubescent laughter hit the wrong pitch as she listened to Rick. No, that didn't match the animal grunts she had heard every time he had shoved his fat dick deep into her gut. His guttural growls as she fucked her like some bitch in heat until he filled her aching belly with scalding hot seed.
No, Ricky was on the list; but his father far outstripped him Katelynn realized. That left only two others. Her eyes drifted across the room to Paul her brother. His arms, already strong from his high school wrestling years; they had only gained in power and strength through the summer of landscaping her did before he headed back to college.
She stared at Paul as juices soaked into the thin cloth of her panties. She remembered watching him masturbate a little over a year ago. God, she remembered those eight inches of thick hard dick as she watched him pound his fist. Yep, he definitely had the equipment she thought.
The fact she had caught Paul twice spying on her in the shower only added fuel to her imagination. It had been one of the best fucking's she had ever received; lying there helpless on her bed while this towering shadow had ravaged every part of her body; his bare cock stretching her hole even as she silently begged for more. The fact it wasn't the right time of the month didn't take away from the fact that whoever it had been; the fact they could have impregnated her; had not been a concern.
So Paul shot to the top of her list as she watched him pull a bowl from the cupboard and pour his cereal. What if really was him, she thought; could she do it again, knowing it was her brother; knowing it was truly incest? She remembered the mind bending orgasm that had shredded through her as she felt those thick wads of seed dumping into her.
Yeah, I would fuck him in a heartbeat; she thought with a half-smile. The fact it was her brother meant little to her as her body still tingled from the over half an hour of constant pounding. Yeah, Paul had the stamina; there was no question.
Then Katelynn's world turned inside out; as her parents walked into the kitchen. Her mother was hugging Grandma, as she watched HIM stride purposefully across the kitchen. At six foot two her father towered over most of the people in the room; strong tanned arms from construction work reached for a bowl. Her eyes went to that tight firm ass encased in blue jeans.
Could it be the same ass that she had willing wrapped her legs around as he hammered into her? Those calloused hands that held the cereal box could one of them be the one that had muffled her screams as her pussy was taken, stroke after stroke.
Her mind reeled at the thought; it couldn't be her father. She was his princess; he would never do anything to hurt her. Yet, the fucking she had received last night hadn't hurt; God it had only driven her lust to have it again. Could it have been...her mind balked at the thought of her father, taking her the way she had been taken last night?
To force himself, on his daughter, until she was a sweat and cum covered puddle lying gasping her bed; and then to simply vanish in the dark; the whole thing drove her mad with confusion.
The sick part was Katelynn knew her father had the right equipment for the job. A little less than a year ago she had watched through the cracked bedroom door one night; as her father had pounded her mother to the bed. What had to be at least nine inches of steel hard cock swam in her memory of that night. What also rose in her mind, was how pissed her mother had been at her dad; over how aggressive he had been. It was evident she hadn't liked it; but God did Katelynn enjoying being owned last night.
It had been the perfect session to her. Raw, powerful sex; for the sake of sex alone had been divine. Sweating grunting bodies slapping together as she had driven her hips up to meet that powerful dick; the smell of sweat and sex that had filled her room even after they had finished.
All she knew was she wanted it again; and if that meant her father; Katelynn shrugged. She glanced over at her mother; if you don't want it I'll take it, she thought.
All right, Katelynn thought; rising from the table. That left three candidates. Her Uncle Billy; her brother Paul; and like it or not, her dad. All through the car ride to the family reunion, her mind flooded with ways to divine which of the three it had been.
Katelynn realized it was out of her control for it to happen again; all she could do was wait and hope. If it did happen again; she intended to leave some kind of mark she could identify later. A bite or a scratch; in a location only she knew of.
Throughout the day half of Katelynn's mind was on the reunion, and half was on plotting her next move. Later that evening, as the get together began to wind down; and the women started to clear the mountain of food still left; she wandered across the park to the low cement building that housed the bathroom.
Katelynn pulled her light summer dress to her waist, and tugged her panties to her knees. As she eased onto the stool, she thought how ironic it was there wasn't a door on the ancient stalls. She had just finished wiping; when everything went dark.
It had always been her thought it would happen in her room, in the night; and she had let her guard down. Now, isolated in what amounted to a small concrete bunker; her world plunged into near total darkness.
He wouldn't; not here, not with all these people around. She heard the heavy footsteps as they crossed the room. She sat frozen, trembling as the shadow filled the open door.
Suddenly powerful arms reached under her armpits, and in one fluid motion she was lifted to her feet and spun around. The cool metal wall of the stall pressed against her body as he pinned her; everything was happening so fast her dress was still bunched at her waist, and her panties dangled around her knees.
She desperately tried to pierce the darkness, but the dim light from the vent across the room just wasn't enough. She heard a button open and a zipper lower; and then the rustle of clothing behind her.
"Oh God" Katelynn moaned as she felt it for the second time in her life.
That swollen cock head pressed between her thighs from behind, sliding though the grove between her slender legs, until it lodged against her now moist lips.
Her hands slapped against the metal wall as she braced herself; the thought of screaming came to mind; but vanished when that engorged head slid into her with an obscene pop.
"Yesssssss" Katelynn moaned as the head stretched her entry. Fuck, he was bigger than she remembered last night.
"Slut" a voice rumbled in the dark behind her.
He had spoken, even if a single word. But her mind was too hazed to place the voice; every part of her being focused on that fat cock. Her nails scratched against the cold metal as she waited for that plunge.
"Fuck your slut" she hissed back.
He did just that, as Katelynn felt his hips shift; and inch after inch of hard dick filled her.
"Ahhhh shimmpppfffffffffffff" she started to scream, until a calloused hand slapped over her mouth.
"Quiet bitch" hissed in her ear again.
Once again she tried to place the voice; but that thought vanished when he pulled his hips back, and slammed his entire length into her. His slut; his bitch; Katelynn couldn't agree more as hot juices erupted from between her thighs to splatter to the concrete floor. Pinned to the cool metal, all she could do was stand there and take every inch.
The sheer perversion of what was happening; that some family member would be fucking her in a public bathroom, while other family members chatted on the other side of the walls. The obscenity shocked her that here; in the darkness; she was once again being taken in pure incest by her family; set off a bomb in her gut.
