He kept griming at her. "My name's Cal, honey. What's yours?"
She was terrified. She couldn't imagine how he had come into the house without anyone hearing him. Then she remembered she'd been in the shower. She trembled as she looked at him.
"What do you want?" she asked nervously.
He chuckled. "Don't try anything foolish."
"If it's money you want, I don't keep much in the house. But I'll give you what I have, if you go."
"I don't need your money, lady."
"Then… what?"
He grinned at her again. She had no doubt about the jumpsuit now. He was certainly a convict from the prison. Now she remembered the news broadcast about escaped convicts. This had to be one of them. That was what he was. The man standing in her kitchen was an escaped convict. She could hardly believe it. This was something that happened to other people. And the way he looked at her was tile most frightening thing of all. He seemed totally unafraid of her as if he could do anything he wanted and get away with it.
He saw the recognition in her eyes. "I guess they had it on television."
She nodded. "Yes."
"What did they say?"
She told him she didn't remember much. Something about escaped convicts from the prison.
He grinned and said he was one of them. "Stand up, honey."
She trembled. "What for?"
"Never mind what for, just stand up!"
She was too afraid to refuse. She stood up. He looked her up and down and smiled. He said he wanted her to show him her bedroom.
"We'll be more comfortable on a bed," he remarked.
On a bed? Her stomach turned over as she walked past him. He chuckled and patted her ass as he followed her. He started talking about his time in prison. He said he needed a piece. He said he'd been locked up a long time and he wanted a woman.
She was desperate. It was obvious he was going to rape her. She thought about Cindy. Her daughter ought to be home from her friend's house soon. She was afraid for Cindy. If only she could get him out of the house before Cindy arrived. Maybe if she gave him what he wanted, he would leave.
When they were finally in the master bedroom, he asked about her family. "Who else lives here?"
She told him. She lied and told him Phil would return soon. "He usually comes back in the morning about ten."
Cal laughed. "That's a lie, baby. I saw him drive away with luggage in his car."
Then he looked her up and down. "You never told me your name."
"Ellen."
"Nice name. Who's the girl in that picture on the dresser?"
"That's my daughter. She's away at my mother's place and she won't be back for another week."
Cal smiled. "Then it's just the two of us, isn't it?"
She looked away. "I guess so."
He ordered her to get her robe off. He said he wanted to look at her. "I've been looking at magazines for four years. Show me something real, cutie."
Ellen was dismayed. There wasn't any way she could refuse him. He could easily kill her if he wanted to. Her only chance was to do what he wanted and pray that he wouldn't harm her, or harm Cindy. The idea of him touching Cindy was too much to think about.
She slipped the robe off and draped it over the back of a chair. Trembling, she stood there naked.
He snickered. "Oh, yeah!"
He looked her over. He said he liked her tits. Then he ordered her to turn so he could see her ass. She turned her back to him. She felt his hot eyes on her body. When at last he told her to face him again, she turned and saw that he had his cock dangling out of an opening in the front of his jumpsuit. He took a hold of his cock with one hand. In the other hand, he held his knife. He smiled at her.
"Oscar here says hello."
She stared at his big ugly prick. She was mesmerized by it. She watched his fingers as he slowly stroked his cock shaft.
"Do you like cock, baby?"
Ellen quivered. "I… I don't know."
He laughed. "Christ, lady, you've got a husband, haven't you? Doesn't he have a dick?"
She was in a helpless daze. When he told her to get down on her knees, she moved like a robot. He came forward. He ordered her to suck his cock as he pulled his foreskin back to show her his cock head. She was nauseated by the smell of his prick, repelled by his cock flesh. She thought of Cindy again. She thought of the knife he was holding. She had to do it.
He coaxed her. He pushed his cock against her lips, and after a moment she opened them. His warm prick slid inside her mouth. Warm and fat, forcing her jaws open with its bulk. She did her best not to retch. She prayed she would faint, but of course it didn't happen. Cal chuckled as he held half the length of his cock inside her open mouth.
"Yeah, that's good, baby. You look good."
Then he made her take more cock. His cock meat continued sliding over her tongue. The smell of him was awful. He smelled like he hadn't bathed in a month. She hated what he was doing to her. She hardly ever sucked Phil. She hated it when Phil made her do it. Now she had this big prick forced inside her mouth. He pulled at her head and told her to take more. In a moment, his prick-knob was pushing at her throat. She felt like gagging. She was afraid she would choke, but she was also afraid he'd be angry if she gagged, so she held her breath and took it.
Then at last he pulled back and she could breathe again. He started fucking her mouth slowly while he talked to her. He told her she had nice lips. He fucked his cock slowly in and out of her open mouth and stroked her head. He seemed almost affectionate. He told her how bad things had been in prison. He said he wanted her to be nice to him. He said if she was nice to him, nothing bad would happen to her.
After a while, he started fucking her mouth more forcefully. He muttered as he did it. She could tell he was getting close. She prayed he would pull his cock out of her mouth before he came, but he continued fucking his prick in her mouth until the end. He grunted as he came. He held her head in place as he spurted his cum-load over her tongue. She took his hot cum-load down her throat. This was the first time in her life she had ever done it, and she thought she would die. All that ugly slime sliding downs her throat. Phil had never done that to her. If she sucked Phil's cock, it was always a prelude to fucking. He always came in her pussy. Cal finally let her pull her face away. He used his fingers on his cock, and another big spurt of cum suddenly shot out and hit her face. He laughed when he saw it. He said now she could think of herself as being baptized again.
She groaned as she wiped her face with her hand. She got up and sank down again into a nearby chair. Cal chuckled and started talking about cock sucking. He asked her if she sucked her husband's cock.
"You don't seem too experienced," he said.
"Please… I don't know what you want. You ought to go now, before they catch you."
He laughed and told her to suck his cock again. He said he wanted her to get his prick hard again. He said she had a pretty mouth. When she made no move to obey him, he came to her and slapped her face. She started crying. He pulled at her head. He threatened her with his knife until she took his cock in her mouth again.
This time, she was sitting in a chair and the strain wasn't as great. His cock wasn't completely soft. He brought his balls out and jiggled them against her chin as she sucked his prick. He had big hairy balls, and the smell of them was overpowering. She quivered with disgust when he told her to lick his balls. But she did it. She let his cock fall out of her mouth and she moved her lips to his hairy ball-bag. She licked his balls until he grew tired of it.
He told her to suck his cock again. She continued sucking his cock until he had another hard-on. He taunted her. He said she had the mouth of a cock sucker.
"Nice lips. Next time, you do me with lipstick. You'll put on a nice red lipstick for me, huh?"
Next time? She trembled as he pulled his cock out of her mouth. He rubbed his cock-knob over her face, the tip of his prick leaving wet streaks on her cheeks.
He told her to get on the bed. She did what he wanted, then she watched as he got out of the jumpsuit. He put the knife down as he did it.
"You try anything and I'll cut your face," he warned.
His underwear came off. He had a big hairy body. Lots of dark hair around his cock and balls and over his stomach and chest. He lifted his balls in his hand and smiled at her.
"Show me some pussy, baby. Open your legs."
She moved her thighs apart. She saw the lust in his eyes, and she prayed he would fuck her and leave before Cindy arrived home. She was in a panic that he would get hold of Cindy and rape her.
He came onto the bed now and knelt between her legs. His cock swayed like a club, a heavy prick with a fat knob, almost purplish in color. He told her to pull her knees back, and when she did what he wanted he mounted her. He worked his cock inside her cunt. He groaned as he fucked in.
"Tight, baby, tight. You're a gorgeous piece."
She was tight because she was dry, but he didn't seem to care about that, or about hurting her. What he cared about was the way her cunt grabbed at his cock as he fucked in. When he had his prick all the way inside her cunt channel, he lay down on top of her. He told her to get her legs around him. He started fucking her. His cock sawed in and out and he held her ass in his hands. He squeezed her ass cheeks as he pounded her cunt.
She could smell his foul breath. She kept her eyes closed. She prayed he'd be quick. She could feel his big balls slapping against her ass as he fucked her.
Then suddenly he pulled his prick out. He knelt back on the mattress and told her to turn over and get on her knees. She trembled with fear that he'd want to fuck her ass, but she had no choice. She rolled over and positioned herself on her knees with her ass facing him and her head down. He chuckled as he stroked her ass cheeks.
"It's a nice butt. Come on, get those legs apart. You're acting like you don't even know how to fuck."
She did what he wanted. He tickled her cunt lips with his fingers. He spread her cunt wide open. Then she felt his cock again. She was thankful he was fucking her cunt and not her ass. He grunted as he drove his prick home. Leaning over her, he grabbed her tits in his hands and growled in her ear.
"I bet you're a hot fuck with your old man. Come on, let's see some of it. Shake your ass, baby!"
He started pounding her pussy. His belly slapped her ass cheeks each time he fucked in. He was kneeling back now, holding her hips with his hands as he fucked her. She felt his big cock sliding in and out of her cunt. Her pussy was wet. She could feel the lubrication in her cunt channel. She was mortified by it. God, how she hated him! He continued pounding her pussy from the rear, until finally he shot off in her cunt. He grunted as he came. He rolled his hips around as he churned his cock in her pussy. Then at last he pulled out and patted her ass.
"Nice tight cunt. I thought maybe you'd have a fucked-out pussy, but you're still good." He told her to turn around and take his cock in her mouth. He wanted her to clean his prick. "Suck it off, honey. I like a clean dick."
She sucked his limp cock, until he pushed her away. Then he left the bed and looked at the photos of her and Phil and Cindy on the dresser. He questioned her about her husband and daughter. He said he would hurt her if she lied. She had to tell him what Phil did for a living. Then he asked where Cindy was. "And don't give me any bull shit."
She trembled as she told him the truth. She said Cindy was at a friend's house. She was so afraid of him.
Cal smiled. "You lied before, huh? You got this cute teenage pussy in the house and you don't want me to get near it."
He had such evil in his eyes. She felt so degraded by him. He'd fucked her twice, and she'd sucked his cock before and after. Now he made her leave the bed. He told her to come into the bathroom with him. He said he didn't trust her. She had to stand there and watch him piss. She was completely digusted by it. He saw the look on her face and he laughed at her.
After he finished pissing, he told her to sit on the toilet. She sat down. He smiled at her and told her to piss. He pointed the knife at her and warned her. She was helpless. She did have to go, but to do it this way, with someone watching her, was so awful. She started pissing when he moved the knife close to her face. He laughed at her. He told her not to be so bashful.
"Now flush the toilet and let's get down to the kitchen."
He made her walk in front of him. They were both still naked. When they were inside the kitchen, he unlocked the back door. Then he told her to make some breakfast for him.
He said, "I want bacon and eggs and toast. And don't burn the fucking toast. I hate it when the toast is burned."
"Can I put something on?"
"Fuck that! I want you naked," he said, "I like looking at you just the way you are."
He squeezed her tits and laughed as he slapped her on the ass. "You're nice to look at, you know that honey."
She set about getting him breakfast. Once more hoping that afterwards he would leave. Maybe he'd forget about Cindy. She worked at the stove making his bacon and eggs, while he sat at the kitchen table. He turned the television on. He talked to her about the soap opera on the screen.
"I used to watch the soaps in the can all the time," he said.
She was conscious of his eyes on her body as she moved around the kitchen. She prayed Cindy wouldn't come home. What could she do? She thought of running out the back door, but she was certain that he would catch her first. She had to play along with him until she could think of something. There was still a chance, that after he had breakfast he'd clear out. He'd already cum twice, and she doubted he would want to fuck her again. Then she felt his hand on her ass as she stood at the sink. He laughed as he tickled her cunt from behind.
"Hold still honey."
But she squirmed when he touched her ass hole. He said she had a great ass, and that he liked a woman with a good ass. Then he slapped her ass and told her to bend over the sink. When she complied, he told her to spread her ass cheeks with her hands. She hesitated a moment, then she did that, too. She felt him looking at her ass hole. She felt so awful having him do that. He touched her ass hole with his finger.
"You get enough here from your old man?"
"Please don't…"
"Answer the question."
"He doesn't… I mean, I've never…"
Cal laughed. "Cherry ass? Jesus Christ, a cherry ass!"
He pressed against her now as he played with her ass. She felt his cock rubbing up and down her ass crack. She was desperately afraid now, afraid that he'd fuck her in the ass, but what he wanted was her cunt again. He spread her cunt hole with his fingers, then he pushed his cock inside of her cunt channel and started fucking her. He held onto her hips as his cock fucked in and out of her pussy. He told her to move her ass.
She was amazed that his cock was hard again. Then she remembered he'd been in prison. She was probably the first woman he'd had sex with in years. She felt his big balls slapping against her cunt lips each time he rammed into her. He talked to her about her cunt. He said he liked her body. The pace picked up and he was soon pounding her from behind. He grunted while he fucked her. She kept her head hanging over the sink and her legs wide apart as he fucked harder and harder.
His big hands squeezed her hips, and when he finally shot off inside of her cunt, she felt the wetness moving around inside of her cunt hole. She felt so helpless. He made her feel like a helpless animal. He kept his cock fucking in and out of her cunt, even after his balls were drained. Suddenly the back door opened, and another man came in, pushing Cindy in front of him.
The new man closed the door quickly. Cindy's eyes were wide with shock. The new man grinned at Cal.
"Fucking up a storm, huh?" he said, putting his arm around Cindy, "Look what I found outside."
He wore a blue jumpsuit just like Cal's. Another convict! Ellen's heart sank as she realized now that there were two of them, and they had Cindy.