With Ron safely on the road, Sharon thought about her fantasies of the night before with the blond man next door. What sort of job does he have? she wondered. She hoped it was something that made him sweat. She could see him, his muscular flesh glistening in the sun, his bronzed skin rippling with ribbons of strength.
And she could see herself, walking toward him, then dropping to her knees. She would fumble with the zipper of his dirty jeans and pull out his cock. It would be big and hard, surrounded by a brush of corn-colored hair, and the taste would be heavenly.
She got up from where she was sitting in the living room and quickly padded to the bedroom, where she had the closest view of the house next door. Perhaps she could get a quick glimpse of him.
She dropped to her knees and peered between the curtains. She couldn't see anything, but just the idea of him being only twenty or so feet away was enough to make her pussy bubble with pleasure. She squeezed her fingers between her thighs and pulled down her panties.
"Ohhhh, I want you to let me… make me suck that big cock of yours," she whispered, trying to imagine what his prick must feel like, throbbing between her lips. "Mmmmm, stick it all the way in." Her eyes closed. "Poke in a gallon of cum, you bastard. Hold my nose and make me chew it down."
Her thoughts confused her, almost made her fearful. She didn't want to ask him and have him say yes. She wanted him to demand it, so she could say no, only to have him violate her.
And when she tried to pull away from that glorious, sweaty crotch, he would kick her down, then maybe tie her up. He would force her to her knees and pump his cock in her mouth while he held her face against him.
"Ohhhh!" she cried out, biting her lower lip until she tasted blood. "Fuck… fuck me in my mouth! Load me up with hot, scalding cum."
The convulsion of raw pleasure that shook her insides was almost too good to believe. It was almost like a clawing mass of talons, biting, scraping into her tender flesh. She bent double, hitting her head on the window sill, then she fell to the floor, writhing in anguish.
"Do it!" she panted. "God, do it to me, you bastard."
After the subsiding ecstasy filled her with dull, empty sensations, she thought it must be over. She could get up and do her housework, then perhaps give that shoe salesman a call. That had been her plan, anyway.
Until last night.
Yet, when she got back to her knees, the itch between her legs was even worse than before. And her fingers just couldn't do the job. She quickly looked about the room, searching for something long and hard. Seeing the hairbrush on the dresser, she crawled over and without a second's delay, stuffed the handle up her pussy until the bristles scraped her cunt lips.
"Yessss," she hissed, squeezing her knees together. Another spasm of building climax ate into her body. "Fuck… fuck me hard!"
Even this wasn't enough. Her throat ached, begged for the feel of something long and hard. She got to her feet, stumbled from the bedroom. After casting a haunted look around the dining room, she grabbed a candle from the centerpiece.
"Mmmmmm," she moaned, pushing the candle between her tits. She closed her eyes, pretending it was a thick, pulsating cock, his cock. She again dropped to her knees, then fell on the floor.
The pleasures that hit her a few seconds later were wonderful, but empty. It just wouldn't do, she realized. Nothing but a big, juicy cock could satisfy her.
And not just any old cock. His cock!
She pulled the candle out of her mouth, then slipped the hairbrush from her cunt. Feeling more empty than ever, she got to her feet and straightened her clothing.
On wobbly knees, she made for the front door, as if being pulled by some unseen, magnetic force.
The cool morning air cleared her head a little, but not enough to keep her from her goal. She stepped over the bed of flowers that separated the two houses, and walked quickly through the grass.
She paused outside the front door, hearing her heart pound, then rapped quickly on the door. A few seconds later, she heard footsteps from within.
What am I going to say? she wondered. God, what an idiot I am! I could have at least baked a pie or something. That would have been a good excuse to meet them.
"Yes?" a mellow baritone voice said when the door opened.
Sharon braced herself to keep from falling. Just as she had imagined, the man stood before her, sweaty and muscular, wearing only cut-offs. A thick patch of dark brown hair covered his stomach, then swept upward in a fine line, finally flairing over his sculptured chest.
"I… I'm from next door," Sharon finally said, feeling giddy. "I wanted to… uh… welcome you to the neighborhood."
"Thanks," the man said, although he didn't make an effort to move aside so that she could come in.
"My husband is out of town for two weeks," Sharon went on, then wondered why she'd said that. It sounded so foolish. "He sells computers… uh, to chemical companies mostly."
Jesus, I sound like a fool! Will I ever shut up?
"I'm Brad," the man finally said, giving her a smile, although his eyes remained cool, detached. "My wife Nancy isn't here right now. If you'd like to come back later…"
Oh God, that's perfect, Sharon thought. My husband gone and your wife gone! And the way I feel right now, it could be over in just a few seconds!
Her eyes dropped to the area of his crotch. Immediately, she felt her throat constrict with hunger. Just a few inches away. If I just reached out like this and touched him.
"OK, baby," the man said, jerking her by the arm. He pulled her inside and threw her to her knees. While she crouched there in surprise, she saw him quickly flop his half-hard cock out of his cut-offs. "Get after it!" He pushed the head of his prick against her slightly parted lips.
When the silky flesh of his cockhead brushed her lips, Sharon felt as if a jolt of electricity had shot down her spine. She didn't know exactly what she expected, but certainly not this!
"Don't," she said weakly, trying to move away. She still felt dizzy, giddy. "I… I don't know why I came over."
"Don't get cute with me, bitch," Brad said. "You've been looking at me like you could eat me alive, so fucking do it."
Sharon didn't know what to make of things. In a way, she wanted to suck his cock, but it wasn't happening like it had in her fantasies. This was so cold, so animal-like. She felt anger and humiliation surge in her mind.
She tried to lift herself to her feet, but he caught her against the side of the face with his right foot. When she sprawled across the carpet, hitting her head against the corner of the coffee table, she felt cold terror replace her anger.
She didn't know anything about this man. Not one thing! Why, for all she knew, he could be a criminal, a murderer, or anything. Gathering her wits, she started crawling toward the door.
"Oh, no you don't," the man said, kicking her again.
She tumbled back to the floor and shook her head. A burst of what seemed like lightning went off in her head. Christ, she thought, you really do see stars.
Then, before she could react further, she felt her hands thrust behind her body. Almost immediately, he was on top of her, reaching for a length of coarse twine that hung loosely on an unpacked carton.
"Ouch!" she said, squinting.
The rough hemp cut into her flesh like the teeth of a small animal, sending jolts of raw pain up and down her arms.
"You're hurting me," she gasped, trying to make some sense of what was happening.
"You look like you could stand a little roughing up," Brad wheezed, tearing at her clothes. "Nice, soft body like this."
Sharon had never before felt so naked. Most men looked at her with pleasure, some of the inexperienced ones with interest. This horrible man seemed to violate her with his cold eyes.
When she was bound, he jerked her to her knees, then stood before her. Quickly, he shucked out of his cut-offs and pushed his hips forward. His cock was fully hard, throbbing like an evil snake.
"No… please," she spluttered, smelling the heady, sweaty aroma of his crotch. And from this angle, his prick seemed to be two feet long, all thick and purplish.
"Suck it, cocksucker," Brad said, punching the end of his cock between her lips. "All the fucking way in, and lick my cum down, you little cock teaser."
Sharon could barely make out his words through the roar in her ears. Every emotion, every sensation she could imagine seemed to cloud around her like a damp fog.
"Aaaaghhhh!" she choked, feeling his cock rip past her tonsils and ease down her throat. Now she couldn't breathe. Her entire mouth and throat were filled with rock-hard cock.
"Hey, you're pretty good," Brad said, spreading his legs slightly and humping upward. "Take it down like a Goddamned bird, don't you."
Sharon had never before been so aware of the feel of cock. It was almost as if she had become a part of him, like the rubbery, loose foreskin. If only it could happen differently, she thought, it might be wonderful. As it was, however, with the pain riddling her body, and suffering this humiliation, all she could think of was to get away.
"Suck it, whore!" Brad commanded, grabbing her by the hair and pounding her face violently into his crotch. "Show me what a good little cocksucker you are."
Sharon thought she would choke to death. She fumbled with the tight bonds at her wrists, but any movement seemed only to make it worse. She felt her flesh tear, her fingers grow numb. Her wrists were throbbing just like the head of his cock.
"Mmmffff!" she gasped, twisting her head to the side so she could breathe. The precious air burned into her lungs, caused her face to flush. She exhaled, then sucked in another gasp of air.
"All right," Brad grunted. "If your little pussy is half as good, it's gonna be fucking perfect to screw you."
Sharon could only imagine what his monstrous cock would do to her pussy. Christ, her husband was huge and sometimes it hurt when he fucked her. Only heaven knew what this animal would do to her. She probably wouldn't walk right for months!
Again she tried to pull away, but he held her even tighter. It was no use, she realized. He was just too big, too strong for her. She could only kneel there and suffer the humiliation.
Suffer?
Hadn't she practically asked for this?
Well, no. Not this. She wanted to be taken, to enjoy a different man, sure. But he was so cruel, treating her like a piece of shit.
"Hang on, bitch," the man said, interrupting her thoughts, "I've got a load of cum just begging to get sucked out. Get fucking ready to eat it."
Big, huge cock, and now his cum. If his cock was going to be any measure of the amount of jism he had, she was in for a cum bath! She might even choke to death on it.
Already, she could taste the acid-like flavor as his prick throbbed against the back of her throat. And the hairy root of his cock shaft was jerking slightly.
"Ready?" Brad grunted. "God, baby, I'm gonna load it in you… right up to your fucking brains."
Sharon felt her lips tighten involuntarily around the base of his prick shaft. And, although her mind was filled with hatred and horror, her throat was twitching just like it had before Thanksgiving dinner when she was a little girl.
Now she was more horrified with her own reaction. She began jerking her head forward, completely taking his prick inside her mouth. Even some of the flesh surrounding his swollen balls slipped between her teeth.
"Hey, that's better," Brad said. "Chew on it… gonna poke you full, you little cock sucking whore!"
Sharon couldn't believe the radical change in her feelings. One moment she was detesting him for her humiliation, and now she was sucking on his cock like it was the last one on earth.
"Mmmmffff," she gurgled, feeling the heat from his cock melt down her throat.
Her guts constricted, then seemed to explode. An electric-like jolt of raw pleasure swept from the base of her spine toward the opening of her cunt. She screamed out again, experiencing a hard, almost painful climax.
"Ohhh, shit!" Brad whispered, leaning slightly forward and thrusting his entire weight against her face. He increased the pressure of his hands, molding her face into his crotch. "Now, bitch, suck me… fucking now!"
The first burst of molten cum was fantastic. Even more plentiful than she'd imagined, it seemed like a river, sweeping under her tongue, between her teeth, gushing against the roof of her mouth. More globs of cream splashed between her tonsils, coated the back of her throat. Some of the fuck juice even spewed upward, behind her nose. As she inhaled, air and jism mixed and rattled into her, stomach.
"Mmmmm!" Sharon groaned, closing her eyes with delicious ecstasy. Her pussy was on fire, her throat molding itself around his spurting cock. She gave out another gurgle of pleasure, lapping down more of his cum.
"Suck it faster," Brad said, feeling his jism slosh backward when her throat was full. "Don't miss a Goddamned drop."
Sharon didn't want to let any of the creamy globs escape her mouth, either, but even her hungry mouth couldn't take all he had to offer. A few seconds later, twin streams of cum ran from the corners of her mouth, hung like milky spider webs from her chin, then attached themselves to the hollow of her neck.
"All of it, baby!" Brad gasped, shoving in the bulk of his massive load. "Screw it right."
Before she could even begin to sort things out. She moved over to the couch and plopped down. As she leaned back, she let her mind go over all that had happened. She had gone over there, like a good neighbor, to welcome them, and he had tied her up and raped her mouth with that horrible cock!
She should untie herself, walk over to the telephone and report this to the police. Yes, that would be the sane thing to do.
She would tell them that she had gone over there, voluntarily, and had practically eaten him up with her eyes, and then had an orgasm while she sucked him off. Sure, they'd really believe that.
And what made you go over there? the police would ask.
Why, I was cramming my hairbrush in my pussy and sucking on a candle, thinking about him.
Jesus, what an idiot I am!
Well, at least he owes me an apology, she thought. He should come over here and tell me he's sorry. Yes, that's right. If he comes over here and apologizes, I just might forgive him. And then, we could start all over. My way.
She sat there, half expecting a knock on the door. When it didn't come, she realized he wasn't going to apologize.
Well, why should he? After all, she had gone over there, gawking at his crotch like that. Practically wore a sign around her neck that said: Rape me.
And he had. Like any man would have. He wasn't to blame at all. She owed him an apology.
Smiling at her logic, she stood up and walked into the kitchen. With some difficulty, she managed to cut the bonds around her wrists. She then reached into the liquor cabinet for a bottle of wine as a gift. Something she should have done in the first place.
However, she would wait for his wife to come home first.
She cleaned herself up and put on fresh makeup. Then after checking her reflection in the mirror, she sat in the chair by the front window and waited for Nancy to return. As she looked out the window, she felt her palms grow sweaty as they wrapped around the neck of the wine bottle.
In a way, she felt a little like Pandora, about to open a box, yet she knew she couldn't stop what was about to happen, even if it turned into a disaster. And she couldn't argue with the fact that she had had a climax, even while tied up and humiliated like that.
After Nancy drove up some ten minutes later, Sharon gave the woman a few moments, then made for the front door. She walked out into the bright morning sunlight and felt her knees go weak.