"So, Miss Hopkins, you can't really give us any sort of description of this guy?" the detective asked.
Lisa was sitting in an over stuffed chair, trying to keep calm. This was almost worse than having to deal with the input. These men were supposed to be on her side. Instead they seemed to be grilling her like she was the one who'd committed some horrible crime.
It didn't seem fair to her.
"You know I'm blind. I have to rely on my other senses."
"So what can you tell us?" the man asked sarcastically.
"He uses a soap that smells like pine, he wasn't shaved in a couple days and he might be medium height but overweight."
"So how do you get all that?"
"Damn it," she flared. "You asked me for information. That's it. I may have had my arms pinned at my side but I could still smell. I smelled the pine scent. His beard all over my breasts couldn't be mistaken, even by an asshole like you. And he just felt like he was medium height and overweight. I can't tell you more. Sound of his feet on the rug, the way he walked, all that and more. I'm blind!"
She broke down, crying.
"Shit," the detective said. "Anything worthwhile?" he called to the lab men dusting for fingerprints.
"No, nothing. Looks like the guy wore gloves. And there's only a slight scratch on the window ledge. Fresh, but no way of telling how it was done. That's it, Lieutenant."
"Okay, thanks. Look, Miss, I want more from you. The doc's been over you and says you were raped. Or rather, you've engaged in sexual relations tonight. Are you sure you just didn't have a fight with your boy friend or something?"
"Get out," came the flat, menacing voice from the doorway. "I heard what you've been saying to her. I'll find a lawyer in the morning and see if we can't sue you or something."
The detective tiredly turned to the man in the doorway. "And who the hell are you?"
"Carl Barker. I'm Lisa's boy friend and I did not have a fight with her tonight, nor did I break in here and rape her. I think you've just slandered me. Not to mention bullying her."
"Another armchair lawyer. The world's filled with 'em. Never mind, Mr. Barker. Call your lawyer if you want. But just get her down to the station tomorrow for a statement. If you haven't made up by then."
The detective turned and left.
Carl crouched beside Lisa and put his arm around her. "Don't worry about it, honey. He's gone. And the others are, too. I heard what they were saying. It's terrible the way they were treating you."
"I'm so glad you came over, Carl. I don't think I could have stood much more of that detective. You know what he told me? He said I should get me a seeing eye dog!"
"There, there," he comforted. "It's going to be all right now. I'm here. Nothing more's going to happen tonight."
"I'm glad you came over. Thank you, Carl." The girl turned her blind eyes unerringly toward the man. She couldn't see but she could tell he was near.
"The least I can do, all you've been through and all that." He bit back any more words. He was starting to babble. That wouldn't soothe the girl. It would only make things worse.
"Do you want me to go so you can get some rest?" he asked.
"NO! Don't leave me, Carl. Please! He… he might come back!"
"Okay, I'll stay. I doubt if he'll be back, though. Especially since the cops have been swarming all over the place. Guys like the one who did this to you aren't too brave."
"Just don't go."
Her lips found his. For a moment, Carl didn't know how to respond. Did she need comforting like this after being raped? Or was the kiss just a symbol of her gratitude for him stopping by in her hour of need?
The way her tongue pressed and demanded entry into his mouth told him it was more than a simple, chaste thank you kiss. He parted his lips and let her tongue come charging in.
There, tongues tangled erotically. She began slow, sensual strokes back and forth along the length of his tongue. The rough, wet, pink tongue stimulated him, made his breath come faster. As he tasted her wine-sweet saliva, he knew they weren't going to stop with simple kissing.
It was going to be a fun night – fun after all the horror.
She broke off the kiss for a moment, as if reading his thoughts. "Don't worry about me, Carl. Just hold me and do what comes natural. I need to be reassured sex is good. Help me."
He helped her.
His arms wrapped around her slender shoulders as he passionately kissed her. Together they crumpled to the soft rug. There, bodies passionately wrestling, they began kissing in earnest.
She needed him badly. Her thoughts were scrambled up from the rape. It bad been a real mind-fuck for her. She had actually enjoyed what the man did to her while she was hating every second of it. Her body loved the harsh caresses, the hard driving prick going up her cunt. She felt betrayed by her body. Her twat had actually started drooling for that hideous man.
Mentally, she was so confused, she didn't know what to think. The feel of her boyfriend's lips against hers helped erase the confusion. She knew this was good. Sex was good. Fucking was the thing that always brightened her spirits, brought light to her dark world.
Her tongue stabbed out to crash against his. The very tips of their tongues worked little circles round each other. She was teasing and tormenting him. And both loved it.
Soon, their tongues began a hide and seek game. As she darted back into her own mouth, his tongue came looking. She stroked along one side, then dithered over his until they were engaged in a mock-fucking, their tongues doing what she wanted their baffles to duplicate.
He left her mouth and started working back along the line of her jaw. She sighed, a long shudder passing through her. It felt good having his mouth on her face, kissing her eyelids, her nose, her forehead. He was so gentle, especially after the other man's crude ways.
But hadn't she gotten off on those crude, rough strokes, the brutal way she had been used? She hadn't been able to confess this to the police. They would have told her she'd provoked the man, whoever he was.
There was no denying it, though, that she had felt something more than she ever had with Carl's gentle lovemaking.
Her mind spun off in wild directions as she tried to cope with this. It wasn't possible for her – not right now.
Just enjoy, she told herself. Just, let him do whatever he wants. You'll feel better, it'll help erase any guilt feelings you've got about the rape. And the philosophy seemed to be working. Letting him kiss and lick all over her face was quieting her nerves while stimulating her. She felt calmer and aroused.
It was an odd combination, but one she liked.
"Keep going, dear. I want you so!"
"Ummm, you're a tasty wench!" he said. His tongue speared out and began digging into the hollow under her ear. "I think I like this. Want me to keep doing it?"
"Yes, oh, yes!"
And he did. The way his rough tongue moved up and down her neck gave her a chance to sort out the odd sensations in her body. It was arousal she was feeling. No guilt, just simple passion. It was a good feeling, one she'd experienced so many times before.
"Uungh, oh, that's heaven, pure heaven!" she sighed as his tongue began wiggling into her ear.
She could feel his hot breath caressing already delicate flesh. The tongue was a magic wand working all over her ear. When he started nibbling on her earlobe, she thought she was going to cum. The sensations mounting inside her were incredible. Perhaps some unreleased demon of passion lingered from the rape.
Maybe he was only bringing out her natural instincts.
She was afraid she'd really gotten turned on by the rape and needed sex, more sex, lots of it. She wanted cock.
While he was stroking and gnawing on her ear, agile fingers began exploring his body. She found his chest. It was virtually hairless, something she didn't much like, but which she could do nothing about. There was some primitive animal-thing about dragging her fingers through a man's thick dust hair. Since he had none she couldn't really get a "feel" about him. He was a modem man, a man of the city. She had the growing fear she needed someone more like a caveman to really use her.
She sighed again, then worked down his smooth chest. She normally played with his nipples, but not tonight. It seemed more important to her to get lower, find his cock, free it.
Finding his belt wasn't hard. She unfastened the buckle and soon had him wiggling out of his pants. His jockey shorts betrayed his arousal. She pressed close and felt the long, hard cylinder of his prick. He was ready to fuck.
So was she.
Freeing herself from his overeager kisses, she worked down to his chest. Her tongue played over each of his nipples briefly. He never got too hot when she did this. It was merely a way of teasing him, letting him know where she was really heading.
She left a trail of saliva behind. She nipped lightly at his belly. Still a little too fleshy for her, not fat, but not as trim as it could have been.
She found the cock she had been working toward. As if she had radar, she honed in on the very tip of his prick. Her tongue hesitantly reached out, then pushed boldly forth. He groaned as her tongue and his prick began to duel.
Swirling her tongue around the very end gave him a thrill of joy she knew would really get him hot. Her tongue worked lower along the length of his cock. She carefully nipped and kissed and licked. The skin was still hanging in loose folds in some places. He wasn't completely erect yet.
She'd take care of that in short order.
Her tongue whirled like a hurricane into the tangled mat of his pubic bush. The strands of hair became wet and snarled as her tongue pulled up little spires. Then she dived lower and began running her tongue over the man's dangling sac.
Inside, she could feel the balls lurching and tumbling. It was like listening to a pressure cooker coming to the point where the safety valve let off a little steam. But she knew his balls contained a much tastier load than just steam. She loved sucking him off. The taste of his jism was better than any gourmet food.
But it was still too early for her to give him the complete blow-job yet. Her own needs hadn't been taken care of yet. The hollow feeling between her legs demanded attention.
Swinging around 180 degrees, she spread her leg a little so they rested on each side of his head. Her mouth never left his cock. She sucked hard on the sides of his shaft, then lightly prodded his balls to make sure they were collapsing into the proper hard sphere of pure lust.
They were.
"Hey, let me get that robe out of my way!" she heard him call. She didn't stop her eager mouthing of his cock. Let him figure out the way up her robe. She wasn't wearing anything underneath. Her nightgown had been ripped to tatters by the rapist. She'd just put on a robe for the cops.
A wet tongue came questing up the inside of her leg. She shivered in reaction. It was heading directly for her cunt. That was where she needed his oral love. That was the purpose of all this. She needed reassurance that she wasn't a freak to be raped. She was a woman, a woman to be loved like a woman should be.
She rolled over onto her side and curled up a little to allow him better access to her twat. She was rewarded with his tongue slithering along her sex slit. She was all juicy and ready for him. And he was slurping up her inner oils as though he were dying of thirst.
He couldn't seem to get enough of her.
The tingles beginning in her cunt told her she was going to get a first-class tongue lashing from him. But she couldn't neglect his prick. She had to keep going. Her mouth completely engulfed the end of his cock. The thick hood spread slightly as she sucked it in.
As her tongue worked around it, she knew he was steel-hard now. There weren't any more loose sections of skin on his cock for her to tease. All had been filled out by his erection.
She sucked harder. She could feel his heart beating by pressing her tongue against his prick. The underside was more sensitive than any other part. This she gave special attention to. It was her way of thanking him for the glorious feeling he was giving her.
His tongue had stabbed far up her cunt. The tingly feelings had changed. She jerked back and forth around the impaling spike of his tongue like he'd jammed an electric cattle prod up her quim. It was hard to believe such a simple act could give her so much pleasure.
It could and did.
She wanted more.
By sucking and fondling his nuts, she was able to communicate her needs to him without speaking. He responded by pulling his tongue out of her cunt. Then he slowly ran his tongue along the inside of her labia. The pink, scalloped inner sex lips were more sensitive, he gave these special attention.
And sent lightning bolts of carnal pleasure blasting into her brain.
The girl's entire cunt was ablaze now. She felt as if fire ants were crawling around her twat, nipping here, biting there. And when his tongue surged up into her, it was a feeling multiplied a million times. How one little hunk of meat could do so much to her was something she wasn't able to understand.
It did. That was enough for her. She could enjoy his tonguing, his mouth love and not worry about anything. He would deliver her to the ultimate human experience.
When his tongue pressed against her clit, she came.
"AIEEEE! Oh, Chriiiist, it's so gooood!"
Her hips thrashed and shoved don hard into his face. She wanted more of his tongue all over her snatch. She had to have it licking her clit, driving far up her cunt, swirling around her pussy lips.
As the passions in her body abated a little, she realized she'd been neglecting his prick. It was all she could have done in the circumstance but she still felt guilty.
"Like this?" she asked, before diving back to his throbbingly alive cock.
Her mouth closed around his prick, then she sucked. Her cheeks went hollow under the strain. When her tongue gently touched the very tip of his prick, his hips jerked.
From between her thighs, she heard a tiny voice come, "I don't think I'll be able to stand that much longer. And, dammit, yes, it's super!"
She smiled and continued sucking on his cock. She loved giving head. The warm rod in her mouth was immediate, tasty, something she could feel and taste. The huge crown of his cock pushed avidly against her lips as his hips began a back and forth motion. She knew how badly he wanted to face-fuck her. In this position, it wasn't going to be easy.
And she wasn't going to help him much, either. She was a greedy bitch. She wanted the maximum pleasure his mouth could give her. Cunnilingus wasn't as great as actually having a cock shoved up her twat, fucking her, making her come alive to sex, but it was better than nothing.
Right now, she needed the assurance that someone cared.
The memory of the rape wasn't going to be washed any with just one session of mouth love. Or being fucked a dozen times. Maybe it would never leave her. The memory was too vivid. And her own guilt feelings about how she'd both enjoyed and hated it guaranteed confusion in the future.
But right now…
She sighed as she felt his tongue diving cock-hard into her cunt. She could feel that eager tongue slurping up her love juices, then stroking the sides of her twat. He pushed through the folds of her pussy walls, wiggled hip tongue against the velvety interior, then explored even deeper into her belly.
It was sheer heaven.
To reward him, she sucked even harder on his cock. She would have loved to have been able to see how they were positioned. Blind, she could only guess. The sixty-nine position was something of a cliche, but it worked. Oh, how it worked!
She was a living testament to that!
The pulsating prick in her mouth began to jerk faster and faster. She pressed her tongue against the pin-prick hole at the very end of his fuck stick. It grew as she tried wiggling her tongue into it.
Then her mouth was filled with creamy jism. His balls had reached the breaking point.
She let the gooey cum smear itself all over her tongue. Her taste buds screamed with delight. This was living! She loved the salty, tangy taste of jizz.
She greedily sucked his prick until it was dry. Spurt after spurt had arched into her mouth. Now his cock was beginning to shrivel. He was spent and wouldn't be any good to her for at least a half hour, maybe longer.
Then she knew how wrong she was. The feel of his tongue worming around her snatch told her how different it was now that she had nothing but her own body to think about.
She didn't have to give him a blow job. He was, milked. She could lean back, relax and let the good times flow through her body. Let his tongue work its magic on her. Sex had never been this good for her before.
She enjoyed.
His tongue was a tireless whip, beating against her blood-engorged pussy lips, sliding along underneath them to tickle and torment her inner labia. Just as she caught her breath from this erotic maneuver, he changed his tactics. His tongue dueled with the tiny spire of her clit.
Sexual electricity volted up and down her spine. Lights glowed in her brain. She felt the world falling away under her as the pressures mounted in her belly.
Then she was spinning wildly through the universe. She'd cum again. This climax was even bigger than the first had been. She just relaxed and rode out the sex-storm raging in her loins.
Exhausted, she drifted back to the reality of her darkened world. His tongue still worked over her sex slit, but she could feel her cunt drying up. Only the wetness of his saliva was left.
"Oh, Carl, thank you," she said. "I feel so much better now!"
"You feel better? I'm the one who should be thanking you. After all, you've been through tonight, you're still able to give head like that!" A tinge of awe gilded his voice.
"I needed it. I… I can't explain it. What that man did to me was so horrible and yet, yet I feel like I want more!"
"More? What do you mean?"
"I don't know. It's like a fuse was lit. I'm burning up inside and waiting for the explosion when the fuse finally sets off the dynamite. Or maybe it's like waiting for the other shoe to drop. I'm all tensed up inside and I don't know why."
"I think I know why."
She smiled, turning her face to his. She said, "Will you show me?"
"Sure. Come on!"