"Caroline, honey, what's wrong?" asked Peter as she came in the front door. "You look like you've been pulled through a knothole backwards. Or worse." Even as the man said the words, he realized what the "or worse" might have been. "You've been raped!"
"Please, Peter, I don't want to talk about it." The young blonde girl tried to pull away from her boyfriend's strong grip. She failed. Then Caroline turned and buried her tearstained face in the man's shoulder. She felt terrible for what she'd done with Bryon, for what Bryon had done to her.
"That's all right. Just take it easy," he soothed, his hands stroking over her lustrous blonde hair. "When you want to talk about it, we'll talk."
She felt his body tensing, his mind working out what he would do to whomever had raped her. There was no doubt in the sexy woman's mind that Peter would kill Dwight Bryon when he found put. What was worst of all, Caroline wasn't sure if she wanted that or not. She hated the station manager – and yet she got turned on in a perverse way just thinking about all he'd done to her. Peter was kind, gentle, loving. He never roughed her up the way Bryon did. And maybe that was the problem. Maybe she needed that kind of treatment.
Caroline was too confused to know what she really wanted, what she needed.
"Later, Peter, please. I… oh, shit!"
He held her close, then picked her up and carried her into the bedroom where he softly laid her on the bed.
"I'll start a nice, hot shower for you, then I'll split for a while and let you be alone. Everything's going to be all right. I'll make it all right. Wait and see."
Caroline nodded dully, then began stripping off her clothes. She felt sullied, dirty all over. She wanted to burn her clothes as a reminder of what had happened while she'd worn them. Caroline heard Peter finish starting the shower and pulled her bathrobe around her.
Caroline padded on bare feet back to the translucent-glassed shower stall. She stood directly under the shower head as the hot water hammered down on her tender young body.
The young blonde turned at a slight noise out in the bathroom. But she thought nothing of it. She was uneasy, on edge, upset. She was jumping at the smallest of noises.
But Caroline wasn't expecting the door of the shower stall to open suddenly and a strong, masculine hand to swing out to land a swat on her wet, jutting ass.
"Ouch!" she cried. "Wh-who is that? It… Peter!"
"Hi, Caroline," said the man as he closed the door behind him. They were both tightly fitted into the shower stall now. She squealed and tried to face him. The red outline of her boyfriend's handprint on her bottom gleamed in the dim light of the shower and stung like a million fire ants had camped in her ass.
"You can't!" she cried. "Please, Peter, leave me alone."
"Why not both of us together? We both need a shower. And doesn't this save water? Besides, this is the best way for me to help you through your problems right now."
"But, Peter, I want to be by myself."
"True," he said. "But I decided that you shouldn't be alone, not just yet, anyway. You really should swing around and face me so I can properly kiss you."
His finger stabbed deep into the woman's cunt. And the liquid covering his finger wasn't water. It was Caroline's fuck juices. She was turned on by her sexy boyfriend joining her, no matter how much she protested.
"The water's too hot. And it's getting my hair wet. Peter, really, this is impossible. Will you leave?"
"Um," he said, lifting the finger he'd run into her pussy to his lips. "Tastes good. And to hell with, your hair getting wet. You're already wet where it counts."
He cut off any further discussion by wrapping his arms around the woman's water slippery form. He crushed his lips onto hers. For a moment, she was taken by surprise. Then she melted and returned the kiss with all the fervor with which it was given. She had to have him to take away the memory of all that had happened to her. Caroline opened her lips slightly and Peter's tongue went flashing into her mouth.
Their tongues rolled around and around in wildly erotic acrobatics. Caroline loved the feel of Peter's tongue pressing down powerfully on hers. It was rough and tasted like the best wine she'd ever sampled.
The young woman thrust her own tongue out and began lightly caressing the man's. Then she started wiggling and worming her way into his mouth. Once there, the blonde girl started outlining each and every one of the man's teeth with her tongue. It was a trick she'd learned from him earlier.
The man moved his mouth down the young blonde girl's now-drenched jawline. She felt the quick licks he gave her all the way back to her ear. There, Peter jammed his tongue into her ear. Then a thrill of delight surged into her body. As the man gently gnawed and nibbled on her ear, the woman sensed the rising tides of passion in her loins. It was only a matter of time until he reduced her to a quivering blob of flesh capable of anything he commanded.
The man knew the blonde was hot for him. Her hand had snaked down his slippery body until she found a convenient handle. This was the best possible way of making her forget the awful things that had occurred. Slender fingers gripping his hard prick, she began stroking. He felt his cock coming alive, fully alive, hard and ready to fuck into her juicy twat.
He pulled her firmly to his body. Nipples poked into his chest. Caroline had become so aroused that her nipples were engorged with blood and pounding in a swift counter-tempo with her heart.
Their bodies moved together as they caressed and fondled each other. The flowing water gave them lubrication and a certain sensual freedom. The sharp sting of the hot water needled into Peter's back and made him feel tense and excited. He turned around as he nibbled the sexy woman's delicate ear and let her feel the wonderful water showering down onto her back.
All up and down her spine blasted the tiny jets of water. Caroline barely noticed. Shivers of carnal delight volted along her backbone, more intense than any watery sensation could ever be. She shook her hair and sent wild droplets rocketing in all directions. As her lustrous, wet hair settled along her backbone, water trickled down into the deep canyon between her well-fleshed asscheeks and finally dribbled to the floor.
Her body was too aroused with outrageous amounts of sexual stimulation. In her hand was a quivering cock, hard and alive, rubbing back and forth in a mock fucking. She stroked the hard prick until she could tell that her boyfriend was having a hard time controlling his emotions. His cock was doing an erotic dance, the big blue vein standing out in full relief like a huge cable running into his depths. The furred bag at the base of his cock had begun to tighten up. Caroline thought she felt the churning and tumbling inside as the jism begged for release.
She gasped as the man's hand pressed hard into her pussy mound. He ground his palm down hard until he stimulated her all the way into her cunt. An occasional thrust of his finger into the interior of her cunt sent hot flashes shooting throughout her belly.
"Umm, Peter, more, I need more in me. Fuck me good! With your cock, fuck me with your wonderful cock!"
"Soon, Caroline, very soon. Just move over so the water's not hitting me in the face."
She moved. She'd have done anything for the promise of his cock.
Her tits crushed flat against his broad chest. She felt the slight motion of his body as he moved and dragged her nipples along. Tiny jabs of delight knifed into her every time they moved together.
Locked in each other's arms, they let the sensuous jet of water fall around them, between them, over them. Their most sensitive areas were aroused and the nerve endings in both their bodies sang a joyous song of need mow.
.
"Fuck me, Peter. Don't wait. Now, dammit, now!"
"Go on," he mumbled around a mouthful of water. "Stick in my cock."
He felt the grip on his hard prick strengthen and pull away from his belly. For a moment, it seemed to the man that the young girl was going to rip his cock from his body. Then a sudden warmth and slickness surrounded his entire length.
His hard prick was firmly embedded in the woman's cunt. And how wonderful that feeling was! It was immensely better than having her hang onto it with her hand, even with the warm water oozing around her fingers. This was the real thing. His hard prick was in her pussy. This was the way it should be between a man and a woman.
"Peter!" protested Caroline. "I… I can't… ohhhhhhh!"
His hands ran up and down her back tracing out every bone in her spine. He cupped one firm asscheek, then squeezed. Finally her momentary protest penetrated his lust-fogged brain. He was a lot taller than she was. With his cock inside her cunt, she had to stand on tiptoes to keep from dumping her entire weight onto his balls. Peter bent his knees slightly and felt a welcome shudder in the young blonde girl's body.
"Better, ohhhhh, so much better!"
He knew it instantly. The way the young blonde's cunt convulsed around his hard prick told him all he needed to know. He reveled in the sensations smashing into his body. The way the sexy woman's rock-hard nipples prodded his chest, the feel of her fingernails clutching and scraping at his back, the mingling of their pubic hair, the hot water cascading down – it was all they could have wanted.
He stuffed his cock a full eight inches up her cunt.
The man buried his face in the woman's neck and kissed as if his very life depended on it. His body was racing wildly, almost out of control. His balls burned. His cock throbbed and demanded to be allowed to explode in wild orgasm. Only iron control kept the man from rushing his pleasure. He wanted as much as he could get – and give. Caroline needed him and he was going to deliver.
Caroline was content to let Peter do whatever he wanted to her. As long as his hard prick stayed firmly inside her fuck tunnel, she was more than content – she was deliriously happy. The man's hard prick shook and quivered with his lust. The vibrations transmitted through her cunt walls and steamed full ahead into her belly. From there, every cell in her body started singing a song of lusty need.
The sexy woman clamped down as hard as she could with her well-toned stomach muscles until she thought she could tell exactly where the blue vein on the man's cock was. She twisted her hips slightly and felt the massive purple hood on his hard prick expand, inside her. There was no doubt in her mind that Peter was going to give her the fucking of her young life.
The water pelting down on her back awakened sleeping nerves. She found herself breathing harder and harder until she was gasping for breath. Water got into her nostrils. She blew it out in a quick, gusty spume.
"Peter, cram it hard into my cunt. Give me every Goddamn inch of that hard prick of yours as hard as you can!"
The man straightened his bent legs and lifted her off the floor. His cock shot even deeper into her churning cunt. Caroline felt a surge of pain as Peter's mighty battering ram of hard prick slammed into her cervix. The stab of pain ebbed and left nothing but sheer ecstasy.
This was what she needed. She'd been working the long hours, was tired and frustrated. She wasn't sure if she was doing her job competently or not. She thought so, but the stress of coping with the station manager caused Caroline to doubt her own abilities. This was exactly what she needed to reassure her: a man's hands rotating her asscheeks around and around, a hairy chest rubbing against her sensitive tits, a cock plunging all the way up her hungry cunt.
"Ready for more?" her boyfriend asked. He didn't even wait for her to moan out an answer. He was already moving. His legs bent slightly and his hard prick slid slickly from her twat. When only her pussy lips kissed his cock, Peter stopped.
An upward surge shot his cock the full eight inches into her cunt. And it lifted her off the floor again with the power of the thrust.
"Aieeeee!" Caroline screamed, no longer caring about anything else in the whole, wide world. Her passions demanded venting. She had to scream out her desires. She flung her head back as she shoved her hips downward to take even more of Peter's mighty hard prick up her pussy. Flames lapped at her cunt and made her come totally alive. When the man's cock retreated from its hot berth, a powerful vacuum formed in her snatch.
An emptiness like that had to be filled. The young blonde girl clamped down with her fingers and drew a sudden flash of red blood from the man's shoulders. She braced herself against him, sobbing out her passions. The constant flood of water from the shower immediately carried away the traces of blood she had caused to flow.
The man's cock shot back into that hollowness between her legs. Again, he was surrounded by the walls of the blonde girl's softly yielding cunt. Softness, warmth and a tightness he had never found in a woman's pussy before assailed him and tried to rob him of his jism.
He withdrew and the re-entry was with a corkscrew wing spiral motion that drilled even deeper into the woman's tight, juicy twat. He only vaguely realized what he was doing now. His body had taken over control from his brain.
Balls burning, his already hard prick slowly expanding with the extra blood pounding into it, the man found himself in a sexual wonderland. He drove up hard and fast. The tempo of his stroking increased. He shoved his cock into the sexy woman's pussy again and again until his fucking became machine-like.
The blonde girl threw back her head and screamed out her lust.
"Unghhhhhhh!"
Her entire body exploded like dynamite. Brilliant lights dazzled her eyes, made her ears ring, caused her body to tingle all over, like she'd shoved her finger into an electric light socket.
She came down from the pinnacle of her come to feel Peter's cock fucking harder and faster than ever into her cunt. Again she was bombarded with the wondrously intense sensations of orgasm. Her cunt convulsed with delight and she clamped down powerfully on her boyfriend's trapped hard prick.
The man had reached his limits of endurance. He felt the sudden rush of come along his cock. One second, Peter fought to keep from creaming all over the gyrating woman's snatch and the next he lost his battle and erupted into her clutching pussy.
As orgasm slashed across her senses again, the young blonde girl's cunt grabbed so tight on the man's hard prick that he thought he was plugged into a milking machine. His cock was sucked dry by the intense pressure up and down his entire length.
All too soon for both of them, the savage grip of climax faded. They stood under the blast of the shower for long minutes, saying nothing. They clutched at each other's slippery, naked body with passionate tenderness until Peter reached over and shut off the water.
"It… I was actually able to forget what happened, Peter. Oh, you're so good. And so good to me," she sighed, clinging to his slick body. And then Caroline found herself telling him everything, about how she'd gotten turned on by Dwight Bryon and had sucked him off, how he had fucked her up the ass, how he'd tied her and raped her, how he demanded her sexual services after every weather forecast. Caroline held nothing back.
And she found it wasn't so bad after all. Peter Caldwell actually understood.