It took Perry almost two hours to run his errands, and Laura was still sleeping when he returned to the house. First he'd driven to within six blocks of the Happy Hour and walked the rest of the way to Laura's car. He'd driven it back to where he'd parked his car and left her VW there, inconspicuously parked on a residential street. He'd gone on to Helen's apartment next. She'd been pleased with his progress thus far and had given him some of her birth-control pills, her Polaroid camera, and best of all, suggestions and advice. The shopping center had been his next stop, where he'd spent a large part of his pay on food and drink from the supermarket and on exotic lingerie from the boutique. He tried out the camera first thing, and the results were gratifying. Distorted against the bed, Laura's face was still recognizable, as was her ass, sticking alluringly up behind her, the deep crack between her globular buttocks concealing where he'd been. He propped the picture up on the kitchen sink to look at while he put away his purchases and mixed a pitcher of Bloody Mary's. He put it away and undressed before he went into his bedroom again.
"How you feeling?" he asked, untying her bonds.
"Go 'way," she muttered. "It's Sunday."
He chuckled and said, "No, Laura. It's only Saturday, and it's a beautiful day, and it's time to wake up."
She opened her lovely eyes and frowned at him for a few moments, and then recognition came and her cheeks reddened and her expression grew sullen. "I was hoping it was all a nightmare."
"It's a dream come true for me," he said, and tried to help her sit up.
She pushed him away and sat up by herself, with her knees hugged against her breasts. Looking down at the stain she'd made on the tangled sheet, she blushed anew.
"Feel like, a shower first or a Bloody Mary?" he asked.
"Neither, if it's with you."
"You can go into the bathroom by yourself, and take a drink in with you."
Her stomach was growling to have anything put in it, but she said, "I don't want your damned drink."
"Then take a shower," he said, and taking her hand, drew her from the bed.
She put up token resistance all the way, and then it was a great relief to be alone in the bathroom. She looked for razor blades first, although she didn't think she'd have the nerve to kill herself, and found that he shaved with an electric razor. She relieved herself and showered for a long time, and drank the shower water as she did. It didn't appease her hunger and she was irritated at her stomach for being so demanding at a time like this. She thought about just staying in there, but he'd break the door down. She wondered how, long she could go without food or drink, for she didn't want to be drugged again, and then realized with a shock that she hadn't been drugged that morning. Her sexual response had been due entirely to his advances and to the weakness of her own body, for she hadn't eaten or drunk anything since the night before. It made her ashamed of herself, and more than a little frightened by the previously unrecognized needs that dwelt inside her. Having recognized them now, however, she'd be on guard in the future and thus able to resist those wonderful, dirty feelings that the highly experienced rapist had forced upon her.
She considered leaving her hair a tangle, to be unattractive to him. But he didn't care about that. All he saw in her was down between her legs, and so she brushed out her hair before the mirror, with a towel wrapped around her from breast to loin, the better to conceal the body which had betrayed her.
Cautiously leaving the bathroom, her nostrils were assailed with the most delicious cooking odors. She had to see what it was, but first she quickly gathered up the bedclothes, yellow-stained sheet and all, and dumped them on the floor to remove one more reminder of her lack of self-control. With dignity and boldness, she walked into the kitchen, where he was standing before the stove. He turned and she glimpsed his penis, dangling soft and limp, before she sat down at the table.
"Want to finish up the steak and eggs?" he asked, and set the spatula on the sink and sat down across from her.
"No. I'm not going to cook for you."
"Then let it burn," he said, and filled two glasses with the red stuff in the pitcher.
He drank and smacked his lips while she stared coldly at hers. The sputtering of the breakfast cooking had her mouth watering, and she was dying to see what it was. She doubted if there was a drug in the Bloody Mary's, for he'd drunk it. She knew there was alcohol in it, and she felt she might need a little of that. Being a practical girl as well as a very hungry one, she took two deep and satisfying swallows of the spicy drink and rose to use the spatula.
The frying pan was overcrowded with sunny eggs and browning steaks, and Laura quickly became involved in cooking. She didn't even do more than protest when he took the towel from her, for she couldn't risk burning the breakfast and, after all, he'd seen her naked before. She wasn't aware that he'd taken her picture until she was seated at the table again, and there she saw herself stark naked before the stove, with a look of avid hunger on her face. She had to ignore the picture then, for the steak and eggs demanded all her attention. The food was gobbled up and washed down with a second glass of Bloody Mary, and when it was gone she felt like taking a nap.
The clicking of the camera brought her back to reality, and she sneered and said, "You like dirty pictures too, eh?"
Stripping out the film, he calmly replied, "I like beautiful pictures. And when I go back to jail, I want to have some with me, not that I'd ever have to be reminded of how you look, Laura."
She tried to wither him with a scornful look, and failing that, got up and cleared off the table. As she was rinsing the dishes, he showed her the completed picture. It was just of her head and shoulders, and she did look quite pretty, faintly smiling after the big meal, and modest enough with her bare breasts out of the frame. She sniffed disdainfully at it, and he backed up and took another picture of her doing the dishes.
"I'll be darned if I'll do your housework and let you take naked pictures of me!" she said, and started to stalk out of the kitchen.
Laughing, he caught her in his arms and tried to kiss her. She resisted with only partial success, and his body was still pressed to hers when he said, "Come on in the living room and let's talk."
She sat sulking on the couch while he put on some records and then came to sit beside her. He took her hand in his and said, "I love you, Laura."
"You love sex," she angrily replied.
He laughed and put his arm about her. "Sex is part of love. I love you a lot and I'd like to have a lot of sex with you before they haul me away. I'd like some right now."
From the corner of her eye she could see his penis was in no condition for that, so she said, "Then rape me again."
"I probably will," he confessed with a grin. "You seem to dig it so. But there are other things."
"I hate it when you even touch me."
"Not always. Be honest, Laura. When you're excited enough, you really go for it in a big way. And there are times when you'd like to touch me. I'd like you to touch me now," he said, and pulled her hand toward his lap.
She jerked her hand from his, saying, "I'd never touch that dirty thing."
"You already have. It's been in your pussy and in your ass. Take it in your hand now."
"I will not!"
He shrugged. "Do you want it in your hand or in your mouth?"
She knew he could do it. He could make it hard and ugly again and tie her up and force her to accept it in between her soft pink lips. She shook her head at him in vast exasperation and dropped her hand on his lap.
It was only human flesh, she reasoned, and she had to preserve whatever part of her virginity that she could. Touching that warm, soft organ with her hand was far better than having it jammed in her mouth, hard and hot.
He opened his legs and drew her closer, and she maintained an expression of disgust as she wrapped her fingers around it. She expected it to spring to life with a twang, but it grew only slowly, and as it did, he grinned more broadly and squeezed her waist and hip. It was hard to believe it could grow to the size she'd become familiar with. She gingerly squeezed it and stroked it, only faintly nauseous at the prospect of its inevitably being inserted in her yet again. She could feel where it was going to go once she'd made it hard, and to have it over and done with more quickly, she stroked it more.
She ventured to look at it as it grew. Half hard and quite flexible, it fit in her hand very well. It didn't really frighten her at the moment, nor did the big man who held his arm so fondly about her. Even the little house wasn't so sinister now in the light of day. His penis was getting quite hard, and long. It was fully seven inches long and it had a certain proud but primitive beauty about it as it jutted up from his hairy loins. There was nothing at all attractive about his testicles, though, those sinister spheres nestled between his legs in the hairy sac. She squeezed his rock-hard shaft tightly, trying to hurt him, and it only made him sigh with pleasure. Soon it would be inside her, and in spite of herself, she'd probably be sighing with pleasure too.
"You've got beautiful hands. You're beautiful everywhere."
"You're ugly, and so is this," she said, stroking it up and down, and finding the knob of it surprisingly soft.
He shuddered and sighed and hugged her closer, and looking at his face she could see his weakness in it. She realized she could confuse as well as excite him in this way and thus perhaps make her escape, and that knowledge was exciting to her. The thing to do was to excite him without gratifying him; and at the moment it didn't seem like it would be hard to do. Just stroke it very softly, enough so that it felt very good, but not enough to drive him to the point where he'd want to have intercourse with her right away. That point would come, but the longer she delayed it, the better off she was. And now that she'd touched him there, it wasn't so bad. There was even a sort of a thrill in having stimulated him so easily with her hand, so small and soft in comparison to his big hardness. She smiled with her growing knowledge of his weakness.
"You see? It's not so bad," he said, stroking her back and shoulder. "In time you'll get to like it. All women do."
"I doubt that," she said coolly, experimenting now by running her fingertips very lightly over the blood-filled head of it, and observing how he fidgeted and pulled her closer.
"Hey, I almost forgot," he said, and got up from the couch.
She was surprised at how easily he'd left the caress of her hand, that hand which could still feel the warmth of him. He went into the kitchen, and Laura took the opportunity to look out through the front door window. The dog was still there, sleeping but ready, and she returned to the couch. He came back in with a glass of water in his hand, his fully erect penis preceding him, bobbing with his steps in a rather ludicrous way.
"Take this," he said, and showed her the little pink pill in the palm of his hand.
"It's an aphrodisiac, isn't it?"
"It's a birth-control pill. You'd better take it because I'm not about to use a rubber on you again."
Being pregnant by him was an awful thought, so she took it, with him standing by, his huge penis on a level with her eyes. Even if it was an aphrodisiac, she vowed she wouldn't get so aroused she'd take that thing in her mouth.
He sat down and started necking with her, very smoothly and gently. She felt herself becoming sexually aroused, but not to the extent she'd be if the pill had been an aphrodisiac. She felt as she did during a long necking session with Chuck, and that was understandable, for although Perry was not the man she loved, they were both naked and the sensuality of the physical contact could not be denied. Her vagina was moistening as a result of his caresses and kisses, and also, it seemed, from the feeling of his penis in her hand.
It was really remarkable how hard and springy it was, and now that she'd overcome her first fears, it felt rather good in her hand. It seemed to have an odor about it which was not wholly unpleasant. Best of all, her fondling of it made him react with sighs and shiverings, and it felt good to be able to exercise this small power of him. She was starting to relax and enjoy herself when she noticed the clear liquid oozing out of it. She was shaken then by how close she'd come to making him ejaculate, and she extricated herself from his embrace.
Wanting to wash her hand, she said, "I'd better do the dishes."
To her relief, he let her go, but to her distress, he followed her into the kitchen. He played around with her as she washed the dishes, petting her and kissing her, his cock touching her buttocks and hips to remind her of where it would soon be going. He tickled her and tried to make her laugh, and she grew increasingly nervous about his forcing her to suck his cock after all. She turned and let him kiss her directly on the mouth tremulously slipping her arms about his waist and pulling him a little closer. She wanted his cock to feel the warmth of her belly rather than that of her mouth.
It pleased him. "That's it. You see, you can relax."
"I suppose you… want to go to bed now."
"You ready?" he asked with a smile, and slid his hand down over her trembling body to her loins, and there slipped his finger into the moist folds of her vulva. "Yeah, you're about ready. Let's take the rest of the Bloody Mary's, make the bed, and get in it."
He led her along with an arm about her waist, the pitcher of drinks, in his other hand, his cock bobbing before him. Why didn't he get it over with? How long would it stay up like that? Helping her put fresh sheets on the bed, his penis began to deflate. She felt a certain pang when she saw that, and she was ashamed of herself for it.
"Lie down and I'll pour us a drink and we can talk."
"We have nothing in common to talk about," she said, climbing up on the bed.
"We could talk about how much I love you. Or if you don't want to talk, you could just lie there while I take a few more pictures of you. You are so beautiful, Laura. And…"
"And what?" she said, watching his prick as it slowly started swelling again, all of its own accord.
"And I bought you some lingerie. Some sexy stuff. I'd sure like to get a few shots of you in that."
She shook her head in disgust. "If I'm so beautiful, why do you have to see me in cheap clothes like that?"
"So I won't take any pictures now. We'll just make out," he said, and flopped down on the bed with her and started necking again.
Horizontally it was even more exciting. She couldn't help but get aroused, for he was a very smooth lover when he wanted to be, and she was normal enough to be further aroused by his cock pressing against her flanks and belly. He seemed to be in no hurry, and this relaxed her and let the excitement in her spread. She'd returned to the point of wanting him to put it in her, and with the help of the drink she could admit to herself that this was largely for selfish reasons. She simply wanted to have it in her for the good feelings it inevitably brought. But while before he'd been in such a hurry for her that he'd done it without even coming in out of the rain, now he was in no hurry at all. He rolled her all about on the bed, kissing and caressing her and doing his best to make her forget she was there against her will.
She was hot. She wanted his cock in her very badly, and since no one would ever know she'd said it, she murmured, "Go on, Perry. Put it in."
"My cock?"
"Yes, your cock, darn it! Put your cock in my cunt and fuck me. Is that what you wanted to hear? Honestly!"
"That's what I wanted to hear," he chuckled. "But it's not what I want to do. I want to eat you first."
He had her sit on his chest, and with a pillow under his head, he licked her cunt. In this position she could look down and see how he did it, and that made it more exciting still. She liked the feeling of his hands on her buttocks, pulling her forward against his mouth. His tongue was the same color as her vulva, but more coarsely textured, and he used it very well. She got that flying sensation, the feeling of that other person inside her emerging, and she started to come.
There was no point in trying to hold it back. She bit her lip and moaned, grasped his head and opened her legs wider. She was flowing with the delicious sensations when he quit her buttocks with his hands and squeezed her breasts, hard, and the full fury of the orgasm struck her. She groaned and cried out, dug her fingers into his head and rubbed her exploding cunt against his mouth. He winked and sucked hard on her clitoris, and in the throes of her lust she toppled over to the side. He stayed right with her, wringing every drop of pleasure from her with his tongue, until it all became too much and her passionate thrashings slowed and stopped.
Mercifully he let her alone, for she was exhausted. She lay on her side, the tinglings very slowly subsiding, and didn't move when she felt something soft being thrown over her. At the click of the camera she opened her eyes and saw that he'd draped her spent body with lingerie-black and red and lacy. He took several pictures, and then he was kissing her again before she recalled that he hadn't yet fucked her.
"Put it in now," she murmured, all hot again after just a few minutes of the erotic wrestling.
"Going to go down on you some more first," he said, his breath hot against her breast. "But you'll get enough fucking before the weekend is over with."
She could feel his mouth on her cunt even before it got there. His kisses down her body so electrified her that she thrust her cunt up to meet him and groaned in ecstasy at the first hot contact of his tongue. It was good. It was better than before, just as each experience she had with his exceeded the last. With no qualms now, she placed her hand on the back of his head and let herself writhe in ecstasy.
With her on her back, he was lying partially on his side to eat her cunt, and when he took her hand in his, it was no strain to reach his cock. It seemed much harder, much bigger, and she opened her eyes to confirm this. So close to her face, it was hard to tell. Pulsing in her moving hand, throbbing inches before her eyes, the knob of it seemed huge. By milking the shaft forward, she could make the knob look even bigger, and she could make it recede and draw tight when she milked it back. There were many subtle shades of tan and pink in it, and its veins and ridges were yielding to her touch. The smell wasn't so bad. It certainly wasn't as bad as what he was smelling.
She realized, he was seducing her into becoming a cocksucker, and he was doing it very well, He was licking her everywhere down there, from her clitoris to her asshole, and he was doing it very thoroughly, as if he really did enjoy it. But his enjoyment was immaterial. What mattered most was hers, and God, she was truly enjoying it now. Her first orgasm had only been a prelude for others, and she came again and again until all her orgasms were rolled up into one long continuing burst of pleasure.
It did have its peaks, and she was made aware of these when he began moving his cock, fucking her hand. Then she quickly resumed stroking it, knowing she had to keep him happy, but not knowing why. The lapping noises he was making were adding to her pleasure, as was the sight of them both in the mirror. He held her very tightly and sucked her very hard, and as she squealed with delight, he began ejaculating.
His semen, accumulated during their long foreplay, erupted right in her face. Her squeals turned to gasps as the hot white stuff squirted into her hair and eye, onto her lips and cheek. Still caught in the orgasmic delirium, Laura continued to milk the big cock with jerking movements of her hand, frantic to bring the spurts of sticky, smelly sperm to an end. It kept coming and coming, while he writhed and moaned, and she had the most insane urge to take his cock in her mouth and suck the rest of it out of him. At last it stopped squirting and was reduced to a dribble, and Laura let go of it and wiped her hand on the bedclothes. She was badly shaken and trying to get out of bed when he pulled her back.
His face was all wet from her cunt, but he was grinning happily as he said, "I thought you were going to give with a little sixty-nine there for a minute."
"Let me up. I've got to go to the bathroom." The sperm on her lips was threatening to run into her mouth, and it had to be washed off immediately.
"Okay, go to the john. How about putting on some of this fancy underwear when you get back? I won't make you do it, but it'd be a gas if you did. And if you did that, I'd do my part by showing you every position for fucking there is."
She compressed her lips to keep the stuff from getting in her mouth, but already she could taste it.
"What do you say, babe?" he persisted, holding her by the wrists. "You about ready to relax and swing with me for the rest of the weekend? I'll turn myself in to the cops Monday morning if you want, but give me this weekend without any more hassle. Okay?"
She nodded and twisted away, and he let her up. In the bathroom, she scrubbed her face in the basin and washed the stuff off her shoulder and breasts. She wanted to be sick, but couldn't bring herself to stick her finger down her throat. She looked at herself in the mirror, and the girl she saw was a wanton, eyes heavy-lidded from the booze, features ripely swollen from the sex, a gob of white cum in her tangled hair. Sure, she'd swing with him over the weekend. She had little left to lose, and the matter had really been taken out of her hands. She'd doll up in the sexy clothes and let him show her any position he could think of, and the guilt would be his-or at least most of it would be.