Dominated Widow
by Lucette Le Marchand


FOREWORD 

An individual in the situation of a widow is vulnerable and susceptible to a 
sexual stimulus. This fact applies particularly to the younger woman who has 
made the adjustment for the married life, then was forced to experience the 
loss of her mate. 

During any period of marriage, whether years or an extremely short time, she 
will consummate her vows within the first twenty-four to seventy-two hours 
with a full, complete, and entire coition. Due to social standards, sexual 
intercourse is considered a duty to the marriage, no matter what the 
limitations or extensions of the individual partnership's moral values or 
sexual education involves. 

If the widow in question has been given only a minimum amount of care and 
attention as far as her needs and desires are concerned, and if the marriage 
has been one that budded during the moral standards of the 1950s and came to 
blossom during the standards of the 1960s, the new morals of the "sexual 
revolution." 

"Free love practices," and endless sexual interests of the 1970s will act as 
shocking stimuli. 

The strongest drive in the body is the sex drive. Freud concluded that the 
sex drive included all the other drives in the human body. Adler stated all 
the drives were not of the sex drive but of the mastery drive. Jung 
explained that one motive behind all the drives, including the sex drive, is 
a desire to belong. Each with his own interpretation and definition still 
emphasized the sex drive. 

The widow, whether virgin or experienced before the marriage, has been 
introduced to the stimulus. Her mate is gone, but not the stimuli, each 
stimulus according to her desires and fantasies, environment and 
accessibility. The female continues to experience a bodily tension 
stimulated by organisms which experienced sensations and caused discomfort 
during her maturity. Having been seeded in her marriage, these new 
stimulations force her to continue to search out the source. 

She may choose to avoid and deny these needs, even to a point of denying 
herself. Avoiding sensations the body demands causes generations to increase 
and the whole internal system will be disrupted as drives increase. 

Stimulations such as masturbation, manually or otherwise, repeat the 
original discomforts. The widowed woman will search out her own particular 
interests in certain stimuli. Her system responds differently to each new 
act for sufficient satisfaction and complete fulfillment. Visceral organs 
give rise to bodily tension with sensations of hunger, thirst, fatigue, and 
sexual desires. Her personality's internal tension will affect her attitude 
and behavior until she finds appeasement. With these motivating forces, 
urges, and basic drives, she may search out another mate who will fulfill 
desires and play out her fantasies, will turn her into a passive, willing 
body. 

-THE PUBLISHERS 

 CHAPTER ONE 

Wendy Street had just returned from her usual evening walk and entered her 
apartment. She strolled lazily to the refrigerator and pulled a bottle of 
vodka from it. Pulling down a glass from above the sink, she poured her 
second drink of the evening. The first was for the confidence and courage 
with which Wendy was to use as a shield while daring to walk through this 
neighborhood. 

The drink disappeared quickly. Wendy caught her breath as a warm glow 
started in the pit of her stomach and spread quickly to the rest of her 
body. Vodka was new to her and she forgot to use the orange juice. The next 
glass was liberal amount of the alcohol, an ice cube, then the orange juice. 
She was in no rush to kill this one. Wendy drifted back to the living room, 
slipped into her recliner, glanced around at the comfortably-furnished 
apartment and sighed heavily. 

She was lonely and she was bored. The depression was worse after each walk. 
She could not sit still. Wendy drifted to the hall mirror and posed in 
various positions while adjusting her auburn hair. The appeal was 
titillating. Nylons proved her flesh was too sensitive to be teasing the 
opposite sex with a subtle but effective sway. Wendy was completely 
fascinated by her build still crying sensuality and temptation after 
thirty-four years. Every move coached excitement. Having read all of the 
how-to eroticism written in the past decade, there was not a spot from her 
ears to her toes that was not easily stimulated. Wendy knew. She was the 
only one who she permitted to stimulate her ever since her husband had died 
two years before. Only she knew a horrible secret, that any man who broke 
through her invisible barrier would have the power to make her crawl, whine, 
squirm, and beg for him. 

* * * 

Buck Winters slipped over the darkened cyclone fence and skidded along the 
brick building until he was under the window of Mrs. Street. A project 
development was one of the most complicated and confusing areas for a person 
to maneuver in, especially if his plans were to watch women undress to get 
his rocks off. Buck had to dodge both the lights from the windows on his 
side and those of the opposite building. He had to watch out for anyone who 
just happened to look out or anyone passing by. The darkness was his only 
friend. 

There was no light in this back bedroom, only the hall light where Mrs. 
Street was standing. He was just in time. He could stand here all night and 
pull his cock with the sight of each new naked limb, each uncovered sex 
organ. Nobody would know. But he had more elaborate plans for the seductive 
widow tonight. 

As he watched the older woman move into the hall, the young eighteen year 
old just knew he had to have her. He had fallen in love with her more than a 
year ago while watching her hanging her wash on the line. Her giant tits 
bounced with every reach. Her full, large ass tested the material of her 
slacks. She was the goddess of his fantasies. 

Buck stood now as he stood then, with his ten inch erection pulsating in his 
hand. He began stroking easy and evenly, not wanting to come just yet. He 
had to have her but he knew the more mature, older lady would only laugh at 
his adolescence. A secret that might convince Mrs. Street was the reason the 
other boys called him Buck. He was so damn big with such a huge cock that 
the boys feared having him date their sisters. 

* * * 

Wendy was feeling a little light-headed from the strong and powerful liquor. 
It did soothe the loneliness of her life. It also filled the reason she had 
taken these evening walks, the human, natural need for the sex she so 
strongly denied herself and refused to give in to. The sex drive was the 
strongest drive in the human body, Wendy knew. Still, ever since her husband 
Sam had a sudden severe heart attack he never recovered from, sex had become 
sin, dirt, something she could not have anymore to do with now that Sam was 
gone. 

Wendy knew she was getting drunk but no longer cared. Her pastel yellow 
dress was a symbol of rebellion against loneliness and boredom. It was thigh 
length. Her sway was seductive enough to expose the fact that she was 
wearing a sexy black slip which showed during her petite swirls. 

The dress emphasized her perfect posture while her mind was locked on to her 
exposed flesh as Wendy strolled down the street, letting the hem fly. Nobody 
would guess her horrible secret, a love for her own beauty, an egoism 
between her brain and her sex organs. The widow could no longer 
intentionally attract the men nor indulge in pleasure but, unconsciously, 
the thin material would do the job her mind would not do. 

Removing the dress and slip, Wendy tried to shake any memory of her dead 
husband while glaring at the black laced panties and matching bra. She still 
wore the nylons and heels for the sensuality. She decided it was silly to 
hide all of this beauty when the underwear appeared much like a bikini. Most 
women were not wearing bras anymore but Wendy had to. It was not to support 
the firm tits but to keep her extremely sensitive nipples safe from any 
accidental brush or squeeze. 

The widow had not dared clothing appropriate for seductions since the 
funeral two years ago but recently her curiosity had reached its highest 
point during the reading of eroticism. An idea to hide blushing flesh seemed 
wrong in this age and to exhibit such material simply for amusement seemed 
harmless. 

The mirror let her explore how much of her would be exhibited. Wendy saw 
where the title 'vanity' came from. Millions of women wore less on beaches 
but this was her flesh being openly exposed as it was explored, excited by 
her own thoughts. She was making full use of the elastic that fastened the 
bra. Breathing provided as much of a view of excitement as walking. The 
reflection showed what others would see. It was a representation of tonight, 
the men, the stimulated nerves subjecting them to a degree of sensuous 
agitation, a torturing inflammation of desires. 

She admitted to herself there may have been excessive appreciation 
concerning her loyalty to her dead mate over the two year period and to her 
own beauty. Most women did not give a second thought to nudity while 
strutting as she did now, giving the egotistical appreciation, trying to 
attract a mate. She was ecstatic when others seemed interested, even if only 
to look. She heard sighs giving individual consideration when measuring and 
testing emotional stress her admirers experienced. 

The goddess lowered her arms from above her head, shifted her hip to tease 
one knee with the other, and permitted auburn waves to fall where they may. 
A wink and a smile completed evidence that her love had become 
self-centered. The queen was all other women wanted to be. She had a right 
to love such beauty. With silk dancing sensuously as she moved, Wendy knew 
her green cat-like squint fascinated men. It might have been a weakness 
worth capitalizing on if she was interested, but getting involved meant sex 
and that was something Wendy was not sure she could handle anymore. 

* * * 

Buck had shot his wad twice and was only coming to his senses now. He could 
not help but be attracted to her legs. He stared at those muscular beauties, 
sensuous and sensitive, realizing he had never seen her with a man in the 
past two years. Her expression was one of a highly sensitive, excited, 
curious woman. She had escaped the sexual fate others took for granted and 
seemed to hold a proudness to it. 

Buck decided it had to be rape, yet not the usual 
slap-her-down-and-bang-her. He had a complete planned procedure. Before the 
week was up, she would either be his or he would be in jail. 

This was the friendly female who stopped to hold conversations with him. She 
would innocently ask how his parents and sisters were doing while watching 
the bulge in his pants grow. A discussion about her fourteen year old 
daughter spending most of her time at her grandmother's because Cindy blamed 
her mother for Sam's heart attack was supposed to be innocent. It was when 
Mrs. Street would go into detail about Cynthia's adolescent maturity that 
the ten inches almost busted out to show his excitement. As innocently, Mrs. 
Street would walk away with a cheerful good-by. 

The evening was silent. Wendy threw the window wide. No one stirred. Night 
caressed her. She permitted night air to play on her reflection as she 
danced to her mirror. 

Buck had checked. The grandmothers had taken Cindy up to Canada for the week 
without telling Mrs. Street. It would be so simple. In fact, she was going 
to enjoy this. 

Wendy toyed with the strong muscles in her thighs. Night respected habits 
and privacy in her apartment without question. Nobody suspected this beauty 
spent most of her time in the nude, wishing someone knew, praying nobody 
found out. With erotic sensuality filling loneliness, Wendy protected her 
invisible shield. 

Playing with the full body of auburn waves at the small of her back, her 
green cat-like eyes gave away secrets only to her mirror. Her breasts were 
proud with fullness, still firm at thirty-nine inches even at the age of 
thirty-four. She loved so much of her sensitive reflection. The humps, dips, 
curves, crevices, and deeply tanned beauty were not to be shared. 

On her back with sheets around but not on her, Wendy revived beauty. 
Displaying gorgeous thighs for sensuous fantasies was a beginning. A full 
moon raced passed her window, creating couples in silent conflict on her 
ceiling. Figures relived dreams. She always saw a couple doing something on 
her walls. With thoughts on her own beauty, she saw herself up there. 

With a deliberately slow tease, she undid the snap in the back and let the 
black bra roll from her breasts. The material did its job and her nipples 
stiffened with a shudder. Then she worked at the nylons as if operating, 
making the long powerful beauties suffer under a torture of pure delight. 
Glancing. A touch. Teasing. She knew she was beautiful, that she was in a 
shield of passion, loving her own tits, flesh, pussy, clit, and ass. Through 
nude pictures in magazines, Wendy discovered that it would not take much 
more than the sight of another's body to bring her to an orgasm. 

Women used body formers and breast developers with some success. She was 
proud of the fact that she never had to use any of these mail-order gadgets. 
Still, there was fear for being so attractive now. She had to beware of her 
sensuous femininity to ward off attracted males. She realized she was 
backward and almost unbearable around crowds. 

She maneuvered her five foot-seven inch frame until her legs were high on 
the wall and her one hundred and twenty-five pounds were resting on her 
shoulders. She began to slither like a snake as her fingers rolled down the 
black panties passed her ass and up her long legs to her knees. It took 
another position, dropping her feet over her head, to remove the silk. She 
pulled her large breasts to her face from this position and kissed and 
licked her nipples. The charge went straight to her clitoris. It was hers. 
They were hers. It was no more wrong than masturbating. 

She thought back to Sam and their wedding night. Her hand drifted down her 
flat stomach as she rolled to lie face up. The fingers continued until they 
reached the reddish-brown pubic hair, then began to caress the thick bush. 
She remembered. One hand moved to her pear-shaped breast now standing 
proudly away from her body as she sat up, the nipples dark and erect. She 
cupped them in her hands to feel their warmness and firmness. Her eyes 
drifted down over her stomach, her full hips and strong, long, shapely legs. 

One hand drifted back down to the secrets of her vulva. She massaged the 
flesh with her long fingers, feeling it had not lost its shape nor firmness. 
But Sam was not here. "Why ... why . . . ? " 

Wendy had asked the question every night for two years. Now her hands went 
on a tour of their own ... rubbing her entire body tensely ... teasing her 
nipples, tits, stomach, legs ... then attacking her luscious pussy. Her 
hands became Sam's, massaging her breasts, pinching and pulling at the 
nipples and making them harder, entering the lips of her cunt, searching out 
the key to her sexuality. Wendy remembered. 

"S ... Sam ... Oh ... I ... I ... Oh!" 

She remembered, deep in her fantasy, unable to hear any outside noises, 
unable to hear the intruder slipping through the window she had left open. 
She remembered how hard it was for her to face even her husband on the night 
of her wedding, her first night of her first sexual experience. 

It was a one-room room in a cheap motel. It had one bed and a table with a 
lamp. Sam sat at the end of the bed to watch Wendy undress. She did, 
frightened out of her wits. The bulge in his pants began growing. His gasp 
over her beauty could be heard all over the room. Then it was Sam's turn. He 
stripped. Wendy was both more frightened and more excited simultaneously. 

He stood and took her in his arms. Her lips met his, then crushed through to 
his teeth, his tongue, down his throat her own tongue swam with excitement. 
He caressed her wet member but she swallowed his tongue, becoming an animal 
he could not control. A power took control over her instincts. She had to 
have him. She forced him to kiss, nip, bite, and finally eat her tits, to 
tongue the nipples until he could no longer breathe. He had learned her 
first secret, that her breasts were the most sensitive portions of her body. 

She was delighted when Sam fingered her slit on his own, spreading the lips 
to their full length, trying to devour her. She fell back and he crawled on. 
Wendy spread her legs wide for the first time for anyone and Sam pressed his 
swollen prick against the Vee to enter. 

"S ... S ... Sam ... Oh ... Ohhh...." Wendy reached for his cock, wanting to 
yank in back out, wanting to shove it deep, not sure what she wanted as the 
head explored unknown regions and the new, throbbing shaft massaged her 
clitoris. She felt the warm member sliding along her cunt, then enter her 
again. 

The head spread her. Wendy's mouth fell over her teeth to bite down, then 
dropped open with a gasp. Her breasts moved up and down with heavier 
breathing. He began moving his hips and Wendy felt him going deeper ... 
deeper. Pain. Pleasure. It was a simultaneous sensation when his cock broke 
through the membrane. Sam dropped his mouth over hers to catch the scream. 

"Ooommmaaahhh ... aaa ... hhh...." Wendy felt the internal portions of her 
pussy being massaged, her clit being rubbed, and a dick where no cock had 
ever filled her before. He started to build up a pace. She began an attack 
of her own. The punishing charges set off his explosion. Semen soaked her 
insides and rolled out of her crack to fill her ass. 

Wendy did not have an orgasm. That only seemed to happen if she used her own 
fingers. Sam was conservative with his habits, especially with sex. Wendy 
would strip and lay on the bed with her legs spread wide every night. Sam 
would fuck her, satisfy himself, and go to sleep. The beauty did not have 
the experience nor the knowledge to know better. By the time she found out, 
Sam was dead and she had sworn off love, sex and involvement. In reality, 
all Wendy had to remember the past was the daughter who knew more about the 
fads of sex than she did and who had no intentions of sharing knowledge, 
secrets nor love with the mother she blamed for her father's death. 

Still, Wendy was in love with herself, a beautiful goddess with great wisdom 
and even greater desires. Such thoughts normally gave way to maturity. To 
avoid opinions that she was not normal, that self-love had led to 
self-service egotistical autoeroticism, the goddess lived as expected by 
those who preyed on loneliness. Limited to the experience of the missionary 
position but mentally exploring pictures and stories of the '70s, Wendy 
indulged in fantasies to fill loneliness. With a high school education and 
raised in the environment of the projects, she had no idea of what was 
happening to her. She knew only that to grab a free washer and dryer in the 
laundry and still keep up with her ironing in her apartment, she had to join 
the tooth-and-nail gag while holding her personality friendly as a front to 
out-smart a weaker woman. 

The loneliness, boredom and depression was building. There had to be someone 
out there for her, someone she would not dare approach but who might 
approach her, devour her shield, tear away all barriers. 

She wiggled out of bed and danced back to her mirror. She dreamed of the 
powerful Afreet who would discover her secret. He had to be out there. Wendy 
read about the powerful devils, gigantic in stature and malicious 
activities. King Solomon once tamed an Afreet to do his bidding. The 
squinted-devilish green glare and wide, bright, natural smile behind moist 
lips and white teeth told Wendy planned the capture and eventual sensuous 
taming. The wink she gave herself hinted of bidding she desired. 

Darkness drew Wendy to the open window. He was out there, a love, need, 
desire. She stared in wonder. He would be solid, the wildness of tall, dark, 
handsome muscles, beautiful, somewhat like Buck, the neighbor boy who adored 
her. Night kissed hidden desires. It was as if the stranger touched her 
nipples. She jumped to the safety of her walls, blushing under non-existent 
glances. Aroused by her own appearance, she could not bear having men know 
her secrets nor realize her desires just yet. Wendy permitted night air to 
crawl over her exposed flesh for daring appeasement. 

It was clean, magnificent. People saw what their imaginations let them. She 
cared. She loved it. Nobody saw the real goddess. She closed the window and 
returned to her bedroom, to her bed. 

Night. Sprawled sensuously. Refreshed. Thinking. Her mirror was tilted for 
vanity. Questions. Decisions. Future promises. Previous failures. Facts. It 
could all be shoved aside as minor experiences without further obligations. 
Employed tactics. Answers. Wendy depended on secrecy. Now even her clothes 
were erotic, daring, and colorful to fit her composition. 

Still, she did not have answers. Activities from sensuous books were 
embedded on her mind. Wendy ordered the hidden side of her personality to be 
released to meet passions in fantasies. Pondering titillating experiences 
smothered loneliness. Memories of her short sex life excited pleasurably. 
Society's new sexual permissiveness was inviting. But Wendy read that this 
acceptance had spread in inadequacies of deteriorating standards, hopeless 
wars, bloodshed, and political violence. Sex offered comfort and escape. 
Wendy had no use for this tragedy. 

Sex was connected to history, medical movements, liberation movements, and 
was inscribed in descriptive pictures of mythology once some culture's 
Bibles by authors, artists, and culturalists. This sex tragedy did not offer 
the love Wendy was looking for. 

Thoughts were self-inflicted stimulations, dreams of a passionate sex 
partner while her own fingers probed the depths of her pussy. Extensive 
research was carried out in Wendy's mind, masturbation challenging her 
mental barriers. Sex was the basis for dreams, the foundation of a life she 
now avoided. Wendy found herself trapped, knowing every printed perverted 
clause by heart. She wanted to try every published sensuous trick promising 
to make her the perfect lover. But she could only dream, never wanting to go 
through the pain again, the loss again. 

Her hand slid over her flat stomach, wondering about touch. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

Buck had maneuvered until he was in the living room and then to the 
adjoining kitchen. He reached out and knocked on the front door, then again 
backed into the shadows. He knew Mrs. Street was easily disturbed by such 
interference and would at least partly dissociate herself from her fantasy 
to partially redress. She would be angry but hide it behind a front of 
off-beat sophistication. It was not like the call girls nor the professional 
nor the rich. Mrs. Street was human. 

The widow was clad in a baby-doll robe of a rich purple. She had on low 
heels but discarded the nylons and slip. Pressure from her large breasts 
proved she wore the black bra. Her stride gave away the sight of her panties 
and the fact that her buttocks were too full for such small, flimsy 
material. 

"Who's there?" The low, whiskey tone sang out the question every woman asked 
before opening the door in this neighborhood. 

"I'm right here." 

"What?" Wendy spun to meet the shock of Buck standing behind her. "Buck! 
What the hell . . . ? " 

His bass whisper cut her off. "Before you scream, before you call the police 
or anyone else, at least give me a chance to explain the situation?" He was 
clam, yet jittery. His usual infallible vocabulary had softened the shock. 
"Shall we sit?" He wanted her to come out here for several reasons but the 
most enticing was the clothing. Having her redress, then undress again was 
better than seeing her naked right away. 

"Sit? Police? Scream? Damn it, Buck, what would your mother say if she knew 
you broke in here?" 

Suddenly, the muscular giant did not seem so confident. She was dominating 
the scene, taking over, not backing down. Buck was shaken, wondering what 
was going on. 

Wendy realized what was going on immediately. He was in her apartment, 
locked inside with her. The plan seemed completely out in the open. It was 
to be a rape but the teenager had backed down. She had him to do with as she 
pleased. 

She raised her hair above her head and walked around as if thinking it over. 
The pull on her arms made her robe ride up. It thrilled her to have the boy 
in this situation, not knowing which he wanted more, her tits or her ass. 
She let the auburn fall and spun to let the bottom of the robe fly free. 

"What am I gonna do with you, Buck? Think I should tell your parents or call 
the cops?" The green gaze hypnotized him. The natural smile possessed him. 

Wendy looked him over, the black, uncombed curls, the deep black eyes, the 
two top buttons of his black silk shirt unbuttoned to expose a muscular 
chest strong arms and legs, and his crotch. What a crotch! Wendy's hand 
moved to her own crotch as she sat to cross her legs on the couch, giving 
him a full view of her panties. She secretly rubbed her vagina through the 
thin material of her silk. She slid her palm over her legs, feeling the 
moistness of her sheer panties against her flesh. 

Her heart beat a little faster but her smile became a stern symbol of 
control over him. The impression in his pants was not a mere bulge but had a 
long, tube-shaped thickness running down the leg with a slightly larger tip 
ending almost a foot away. Wendy could hardly control the sigh escaping from 
her throat. 

"Damn," she whispered to herself, "is that all him? All cock? What would it 
look like when erected? I ... I don't ... but I've got to find out, to know. 
It ... would be harmless." 

"Mrs. Street, I. . . ? " 

"Come here, Buck!" She watched him stagger over, unsure of his steps. 

Wendy held her stern expression but she was watching the impression, 
feasting on the magnificent specimen mentally. Excitement surged through 
her, heating her blood. Her heart beat against her chest, forcing her 
nipples to become erect. Her mouth dropped open a little and she licked her 
lips. Her breathing was heavier. 

"I think," Wendy cleared her throat, "all you really need to do is relieve 
yourself." She put her hand over the mound in his pants, feeling his prick 
hot and hard, swelling thicker and straining against the tight material. In 
full control, she tightened her two fingers and stroked him once to check 
the full length. "It is all him!" 

"Masturbate?" Buck still had not recovered. "You want me to ... to . . . ? " 

"Jack off. Yes. You'll be relieved of this problem and can leave without 
fear of the cops picking you up later for ... for doing something you'll 
regret." 

"But.. . ? " 

"Oh, hell." She opened his belt, the single button, and the zipper. "It's a 
natural, healthy act, Buck. You can even fantasize about some girl you've 
been out with. In fact, you lie on the couch and I'll work it off like I did 
my husband's. I'll get one of the bath towels and ... OH!" She had yanked 
his trousers below his knees to shock him but the sight of the ten inch 
prong jumping out at her made her catch her breath. "I ... you just lay ... 
I ... I'll get the towel." But under her breath, she sucked in "OH, HOLY 
FUCK!" And as Wendy moved away toward the bathroom, knowing Buck could see 
her ass and tight panties dancing under the robe, the dick grew thicker, 
harder, slightly longer. The head was a red, blue, and purple with the blood 
filling the veins. 

Wendy returned with a soft bath towel and sat beside Buck, attempting to act 
stern, serious, tough, and still ignore the most powerful prick she had ever 
seen. 

"You certainly are aroused, Buck. What made you get so damn hot?" 

"Watching you. I ... I love...." But he could not break the widow's stern 
tone. 

"Relax, Buck. Don't be so childish." Wendy was studying the member, the 
first cock she had seen in two years. She had read about young studs with 
large pricks but had considered the descriptions as exaggerated fiction. 
This was real. It was here. It was begging for her. Her mind said no. Her 
brain said maybe. Her own body was turning against her while aching for the 
answer yes. 

She was holding his throbbing rod, stroking it softly, watching it respond 
to the up and down motion of her grip. Excited, she listened to her breath 
become more shallow as she fondled the head, playfully maneuvering her hands 
more strongly. Excited, she was now forced to squeeze her knees together. 

It was fantastic. Slowly, Wendy removed her hands and glared at the phallus. 
Its arrow-shaped head jumped for her. A watery fluid found its way out of 
the crack. A large blue vein slithered under the shaft while all the ten 
inches bounced in an erect position. It was four times the length of her 
middle finger and three times wider. She realized his orgasm was only a 
stroke away and wanted to enjoy what was left. 

The queen stood, back up, and removed her victim's shoes, socks, and pants. 
Seeing he wore no shorts, she realized he had planned this evening's crime 
... probably for days. Keeping her grip over him, she placed the soft towel 
on his stomach. This gave her the reason to feel the member pressing against 
her belly. She stared into Buck's black eyes as a mother ready to punish a 
child and closed her palms warmly over his swollen head, pressuring his 
prick toward its first contractions. 

"This is all you really needed, Buck. Keep your eyes closed and come ... 
come in my hands ... come on, Buck ... fuck my hands...." 

Wendy was extremely excited and lost her concentration. The teenager had 
already shot his load twice while masturbating and now his staying power had 
tripled. Buck was ready to make his own move. He grabbed a handful of auburn 
waves and pulled the woman on top of him. 

"Oh! No, Buck! Oh!" 

Wendy dove for the floor but the strong boy caught her in mid air. She could 
feel the penis throbbing against her vulva just outside her panties. The 
strong pair of hands on her ass pulled her back up. Her mind, brain, and 
body were centered on his cock. It jumped, having a mind of its own, a brain 
of its own, and its own desires for her. 

"Oh, please, Buck ... no ... I ... it's so ... so big ... too big!" 

The goddess felt the robe slide down her back to her neck. A moment later, 
her flimsy bra was unsnapped and hit the floor. She bucked away to protect 
her tits but it only served to give Buck the room needed to yank her panties 
down to her knees. She fought his pull until the soft towel became a deadly 
weapon. It was wrapped around her neck and used to tug her back to the 
couch. The prick brushed against her inner thigh. She let herself be dragged 
back rather than fight the strangle hold. Buck was on his feet. 

"Remove the robe, please, Mrs. Street?" 

"You ... sonofabitch ... please ... no ... please . . . ? " But Wendy knew 
there was nothing to stop Buck. The robe landed on the floor. A new 
sensation overwhelmed her as she was placed on the couch face up with her 
head hanging over the end. Her tits and pussy were fully exposed to the male 
who could do anything he wished and apparently was going to do so. Her mind 
said no but now both her brain and body were tuned to nerves sensitive to 
lingering desires, ready to receive in ecstasy, finding these actions 
pleasurable. 

"Oh, please ... Buck ... don't ... please don't . . . ? " Wendy no longer 
controlled restrictions. With each kiss, each caress, each maneuver, 
boundaries fell. The kneading power from his lips heated stimulations to 
guide her. Buck's muscles embraced her protectively as she lost what was 
left of her resisting and weak objections. 

"You ... mother-fucking sonofabitch! I hate you! I ... ooh ... ooohhh ... B 
... B ... Buck ... Oooooohhhhhh...." It was the first time anyone had even 
gotten close to her breasts, let alone put their lips on her nipples as he 
was doing now, tugging at them as if trying to force milk from her. Emotions 
were building from need, desires and lust to meet his aggressiveness. With 
her head hanging back and everything exposed for Buck's whims, Wendy felt 
sick with the abnormal hunger to respond and enjoy this rape. These horrible 
desires became a wonderful agony. The moment became a leashed aliveness. 

Buck had what he wanted, who he wanted, and was not going to let go. He 
loved her. But she had insulted him with her vulgar seduction. She had used 
his dick as a toy and him as a child who deserved no more sexual enjoyment 
than masturbation. He knew how to make her pay. 

He sucked on her ear, licking around and inside until she responded by 
heaving her breasts upwards. He found his way to her mouth and parted her 
lips by pushing back on her head while holding her jaw. Surprisingly, she 
accepted his tongue. He tasted her teeth, her mouth, the deepness of her 
throat. She wrapped her own tongue around his. He drew it into his mouth and 
swallowed with their lips still locked. As she announced her disgust for him 
once more, he moved down to feed on her tits again. 

For a moment, he seemed satisfied with nipping, lapping, gnawing and biting 
at her left breast while squeezing and pinching her right nipple. He could 
not believe the reactions he was receiving from sucking her tits. Wendy was 
going out of her mind. He pushed up on her breast, squeezed, then took as 
much of it as possible into his mouth. Her sigh banked off the walls as a 
savage snarl. A circling motion with his tongue around her nipple tightened 
nerves from her brain to her spine. When he reversed direction, her breath 
was keeping beat. When he rotated to the waiting breast, her breathing kept 
time with a hard exhale at the end of each inhale. 

Before this, only Wendy's diary knew her nipples were extremely sensitive, 
almost as sensitive as her clit which was now erect and waiting its turn. 
The queen was able to recognize this critical point but was unable to stop. 

"B ... B ... ooohhh ... ooohhh, baby ... yes ... yes ... y ... y ... YES!" 

Wendy was unaware that she was squealing with satisfaction. Horrible jerks 
of limitless power took over her flesh to force a glow deep from within her 
shield. A clasping tautness of nerves maintained a grip on her will. The 
fury of her rage was against herself for giving in. 

"You ... can't ... do this ... it's ... ooohhh ... OOOHHH ... so good...." 

Buck began to swallow, deep, hard, intentional. Wendy felt her tits 
expanding, stretching, twitching and tingling with shuddering spasms. She 
experienced the heat of her reddening face. A moan was for the power 
growing. Her chest was on fire. Her silent begging shoved the air out of her 
lungs. She was clawing and gnashing, face to face with flames, enjoying 
every response, squirming with desires. The curious sound escaped her 
throat, a lust revealing her own desires. Breathing raced to a high pitched 
scream, then broke into a bass moan. Vibrations pounded at her brain but 
bent and snapped into harmless waves. 

"B ... B ... Buck ... BUCK ... oh ... oh ... ooohhh ... aaahhh...." 

Buck refused to let her cool off. Wendy's breathing was heavy, filling her 
lungs and forcing her nipples to rise toward those gnawing, hungry lips. 
They began to descend. Wendy closed her eyes. The stud was teasing. His 
upper lip shoved her nipple up until it begged with its erection. She felt 
her soul shatter as Buck penetrated her boiling brain. 

"Relax, Mrs. Street. Don't fight it. You've been here before. I wouldn't 
hurt you." 

"You ... don't understand. Please ... don't ... don't ... oooHHH...." 

Craving shattered her mind. The goddess could feel her veins swelling. 
Buck's hands separated her legs, flexed her knees, and spread her thighs. 
That ten inch poker was there, brushing her pussy, teasing until her 
response was to let the outer lips open involuntarily as she lurched upward 
to unintentionally, subconsciously, snatch that pulsating prick. She 
experienced his entry and the force of her box snapping shut. It had been 
too long between fucks, Wendy realized, and this was what she really wanted 
this morning, this evening, this month, this year. 

"B ... B ... Buck ... ooohhh ... y ... eeeyyyeeesss ... oh ... f ... 
fuck...." 

The vodka had its hold. It was as if he had sucked the drink from her 
nipples and was now giving it back to her from his cock to her vagina. It 
made her brave enough to try to jack him off. Now it was making her weak 
enough to give in to forbidden desires. 

"I ... I ... need ... fuck ... ooohhh ... fuck me ... no! No ... ooo ... too 
... big ... ooo ... OOOH ... AAAaaahhh ... mmmmmm ... mmmhhhaaa...." 

Flames of desires flaring in luminous intensity was heating her soul. Wendy 
wanted to object and accept her fate simultaneously. She was doing neither 
consciously. Buck covered her mouth with his to swallow her cries. They 
melted into each other, their bodies standing out as a dynamic quiescent, 
dominating the scene. Her throat thickened with the immediacy to scream her 
objections but all she could bring herself to offer were the passionate 
whines of her own hidden desires. Her brain darkened with the first wild 
impulse to burst forth with a furious charge to attack her rapist. The 
vodka, the teasing masturbation, and now the fantastic stimulations forced 
her to sustain her grip against any foolish overwhelming urge. The goddess 
had permitted her potentially dangerous confidence explode and now her own 
perspiration soaked any desires to take the aggressive stand. Wendy 
submitted. 

Buck felt her position change for his attack and knew she was his. "Say it!" 

"P ... p ... please?" 

"I want you to say it, Mrs. Street. Say it, Wendy!" 

"Do it? Please? Oh, Buck, I ... I need ... please don't hurt me." 

"Say it, Wendy!" 

"Oh! I ... yes, damn you, yes! Fuck me! Please, fuck me!" 

"Your vocabulary needs brushing up. It's a simple act unless it has been 
perfected. I prefer intercourse but, for now, I'll let you decide whether 
there is a difference between my style of intercourse and a cheap fuck." 
Buck laughed and rubbed the head of his swollen prick up and down her cunt, 
watching the lips open slightly. 

"Y ... yes ... eeeyyysss ... fffuuuaaa...." Wendy squealed as the mighty 
phallus slowly climbed up inside her, rubbing against her clitoris, 
spreading her pussy wider than it had ever been before. It was a slow fuck, 
a perfected act. Buck moved up an inch and back half an inch. The queen 
silently screamed as the full ten inches slowly turned her guts into mush. 
She pulled and clawed but the cock kept on climbing. She was cringing in 
anticipation, shaking with every fiber, conscious of the reality of this 
rape and the fantasy she had for this act almost every night. She had one 
foot in each world. Her insides were on fire. Her frame was carrying the 
ultimate load. A swift flow within tortured veins tightened her full weight 
and brought the vodka to life. Steady vibrations set off streams of 
concentration now locked onto the dick. Increasing desires became tension 
reaching for its ultimate. 

"Like it, Wendy?" 

"Yeeesss ... ooooooeeeeeessssss...." 

Buck quickly pulled out, then laughed at Wendy's confused expression. Then 
he was back. The head of his cock teased her vulva. She arched. He gave her 
just the head, then withdrew as the suction from her box attempted to hold 
him. 

Wendy moaned. He entered again, rubbing his love muscle against hers. The 
queen waited. He withdrew. She groaned. He gave her a little more than an 
inch. She threw herself up for more. He withdrew. Her moaning was a begging 
for more. She felt the head of the throbbing, pulsating erection enter, 
withdraw, enter, tease, withdraw, enter, tease deeper, withdraw. 

"I ... I ... ooohhh my g ... g ... aaa ... aaaiii ... I ... I'm com ... c 
... c ... coming ... commmaaahhh. . . " For the first time in two years, 
Wendy was having an orgasm without masturbating. She could not believe it. 
She was exploding and Buck had not even started yet. A shuddering explosion 
rocked her clit. "B ... B ... Buckkk ... oooooo ... uOOOOOHHHhhhaaa ... 
aaammm...." She could never bring herself to the greatness of this tremor by 
fingerfucking and he was still working. Then he withdrew again. "P ... oh 
... please ... please?" 

"Please what, Wendy?" Buck laughed. 

The queen's consciousness was hanging on by degrees. Thousands of small 
stimulations merged into one growing sensation. He entered and gave her all 
of the rod, then withdrawing, teased the clit. A shock of tension drove her 
body upward. Wendy had never experienced multiple orgasms before. 

"Please what, beautiful?" 

"OH! OH! Ohhh ... I ... I ... ohh ... aaahhhaaammm ... P ... pi ... pleeezzz 
. . ? " 

Wendy was crying. It was wonderful, fantastic, yet against a life of 
seclusion she was used to. He withdrew, entered, withdrew. She cringed in 
anticipation, crying, cussing. "Pleeezzz ... I ... hate ... I hate youuu ... 
oh ... ooo ... ooohhh...." 

"Beg me!" 

"I ... need you ... now ... fff ... fuck meee ... oh, hell ... pleeezzz ... 
fff ... fffuuuaaa ... mmmeee ... eeeeee?" 

Buck gave her the full length of his erection, pounding deep inside her. 
Lips dedicated to timing speed attempted to stop the male from interrupting 
the pace. Throbbing muscles affected every portion of Wendy's brain. She 
continued begging but he held her in a suspended orgasm. Her clit ached for 
attention, fully erect, extremely sensitive to friction. Buck withdrew, then 
entered all the way very slowly, pushing the breath out of the goddess. The 
rock-hard boner continued to climb when she expected it to end. 

"B.b.buuu . . .uuuck ... you're tear ... ooohhh ... mmmeee aparrrttt ... 
aaahhhiiieee ... ooohhh ... mmmmmm ... mmmooorrr. . . " 

Wendy's brain jerked with each response. Violent emotion now played upon by 
unrestricted foreplay became a cruel lust under magnificent control. Her 
breathless whines told of unbelievable stimulated orgasms. Sensations 
reached top intensity as the goddess attempted to hold on. She no longer 
controlled excitement. Buck's intentional interruption of the beat caused 
unexpected friction, converting shock into new sensations. Her vaginal walls 
contracted. Glands expanded. Intensified excitement and the beat sped up. 

"Yeeeeee ... ssssssss ... oh, yes ... yyyeeesss...." Her consciousness 
flowed in an ever-developing and more vivid stream. She was a nervous 
dynamo, jumpy with hunger to respond. She attempted to hold her 
concentration steady, contemplating her own strengths and weaknesses. 
Orgasms surged as acid streams of strength flowing into her blood, pouring 
along nerves, poisoning reservoirs of fear. Waves of desires still blurred 
her reasoning. Tightening responses were overwhelming. Wendy's brain 
drifted. Her limbs felt as if bathing in molten lava. The sheer sensuality 
of the rape, an act leaving her completely innocent and not responsible for 
her response, thundered through her being. Buck was maneuvering her body as 
if she was a fragile piece of glass. 

"Ohhh ... b.b.b.Buck ... I ... I ... p p p ... pleee ... zzz ... I ... 
neeeeeed ... eeeuuu ... n.n.n.owww ... I ... nnn ... nnnmmm...." Wendy flung 
her auburn waves back and closed her green eyes tight, begging, aching, 
squealing. Fucking had never been this way before. Never! It sent her 
through a terrible frenzy. Her walls closed on her new joy stick. Their pace 
quickened, forcing her mind to challenge Buck's punishing charge. Her 
panting was exhales of unexpected pleasures. Her mind raced and jumped. Her 
heart jumped in anger. Then came another withdrawal and another deep thrust. 

"Oh, my ... g ... g.g.g ... .b.b.b ... Buck ... I ... I ... iiieeesss...." 
The queen's reasoning was jarred and swirled into chaos. The teasing was 
maddening but concentration was essential. Nerves squirmed. Flames flared in 
incandescent violence to eat ravenously at her brain. Sex influenced the 
atmosphere while rays breaking through her mind pieced together this new 
communication. Wild craving tore at muscles while the penis throbbed as a 
living part of Wendy's being. 

"More ... more ... oh ... please ... I ... I ... need ... oh ... OOOHHH...." 
A defiance to hold draining pleasures expanded her breast muscles. Her clit, 
abundantly supplied with extremely sensitive nerves, erected and relaxed 
several times. Speed was furious, intensifying sensations. Stomach muscles 
pulled. Wendy no longer had a free will. It was a silent and absorbing 
communication between them, between their bodies, between her cunt and his 
cock. 

"Hold on, Wendy. I'm getting ... I...." 

"B ... b.b.b ... mmmnnnmmm...." 

Breathing disturbed the last deafening tranquility. Tenseness flaming along 
nerves, pressing with unrelenting strength, told of forbidden enjoyment 
within Wendy's degradation and the passions the widow was finally releasing. 

"I ... c.c.c.com.com ... com ... mmmmmm...." 

"Hold on!" 

Wendy felt each part of her body and each reaction. The world gradually 
faded as speed picked a unified pace. Her consciousness became total reflex 
at this new height. Buck was pounding off the walls, trying to drive his 
dick through her. Her mind was being eliminated, the results of her first 
sexual excitation in two years. Convulsions and contractions of every gland 
and muscle in her body pounded at her heart and ribs, reaching her brain 
with waves of pleasure. Confusion mounted. The widow's flesh twitched in 
shuddering movements with senses taut in anxiousness. Swift tingling 
stammered along her intricate nervous system but she followed it in her 
thoughts. Rape was not supposed to be like this. 

"H.h.h.hhhuuurrreee ... I'mmmmmm g.g.gggoooiiinnn tooo explode!" 

"W ... wait ... Wendy...." 

The inevitable moment had come. Excitement conjured more defiance. Wendy 
hungered for this. She felt rhythmic contractions tugging, building at the 
mouth of her vagina for the fifth and most powerful time, edged on by the 
fact that Buck was going to come inside her. Her muscles contracted, 
affecting her heart, tightening and pounding at her brain and spine. 
Perspiration pouring from every pore proved satisfaction was on her mind. 
She ached with desires of such tremendous quantities now that she was 
relying purely on instinct to help her survive this attack. 

"I ... iiimmmmmm ... c.c.c.commm ... mmm ... ooommm.m.m.maahhh...." 

"W.W.W.nnnnnndeeeeee...." 

The prick, feeling as big as a bull's and just as hard, exploded high up 
inside her with long, hot spasms, meeting her own juices as the goddess 
shuddered with the start of her rocking spasm ... the orgasm! More force in 
her pussy contracted and relaxed repeatedly. Her insides twisted, relaxed, 
and contracted repeatedly with involuntary irregularity. Wendy was hanging 
on ecstasy, arching, waiting for one more deep thrust. 

"I ... ooohhhooommm ... mmmaaa ... mmmeeesss...." It came with Buck's final 
lunge. The woman's entire being expanded and contracted to tighten around 
her ribs and pull at her breasts with the pace of her furious panting. Her 
heart was running wild. Everything merged to shake her soul. "Buuuaaakkkeee 
... eeeyyysss ... f.f.f.fffuuukkkkeee nnnmmee eemmaahh k.eess.nnmmee.eemmaa 
. . .aahh...." 

Wendy's heartbeat accelerated with her heavy breathing after this final 
orgasm. She expelled all the air from her lungs, relieving herself of her 
overexcitement accumulated to send her heart on a rampage. She experienced 
spastic intense sensations within her thighs, abdomen and neck. The goddess 
finally collapsed in a relaxed and restful state, feeling the hot come 
slither out of her pussy and down in to the crack of her ass. He was still 
in her, softer, heavier. Her heart thundered against her ribs, wanting to 
explode, then slowed to normal in fatigue. Her whole body had now become an 
erogenous zone. 

Buck had finally let his semen go, shoving deep, wanting his dream-lover to 
take it all into her cunt. It had been a long and hard ordeal. He collapsed, 
but this was only his first time fucking her and he was too excited to stay 
down. He had too much to prove to her. She would pay for the physical insult 
but she was also going to see the love he had for her. He left his cock 
inside her for another moment, draining himself, feeling her heat. 

"You're almost as tight as a virgin, Wendy." There was no answer. He watched 
the tears running quietly down her cheeks. He kissed them but the woman 
turned away. Buck removed his shirt and wiped the sweat from his body, the 
come from his privates. He had started to clean off her pussy when she 
grabbed the shirt and turned away with a whine. When she closed her legs 
tightly and rolled to bury herself in the couch, Buck grinned. Everything 
about him was to be nothing less than a stimulating sight conveying visual 
excitation making her respond to his aggression. 

Wendy was so comfortable, she could have fallen asleep right there, but so 
excited that she waited for his next move. She felt the towel tighten around 
her throat, not roughly, just enough to guide her. Yet it was a deadly 
weapon. She still could not be held responsible for her actions. This was 
rape ... and the tug on her new collar told her he was not through. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

The green glare of the widow sharpened with a squint of hate for her rapist. 
A slight tug on the ends of the towel tightened the strangle hold. Wendy was 
forced to her feet as if she was a dog on a leash. She pulled the robe 
around herself but it hid almost nothing. 

"Do you want a drink, Wendy?" Buck actually had a slight tone of concern in 
her ear, whispering from behind her. 

"It was rape, Buck." She was trying to ignore the lapping of his tongue at 
her ear and the long, soft prick brushing between her legs, running against 
the robe with its head dangling between her buttocks. She tried to step away 
but was pulled back. She gasped and jumped as her attacker pressed his body 
against hers. 

"Who took whose clothes off first, Mrs. Street?" Buck purposely let his cock 
slide into the crack of her ass. She was acting too cool for him with her 
arms folded under her breasts. The new sensation and any ideas that came 
with it forced her to put her own hand back for protection, leaving her tits 
exposed. 

"I was only trying to help you, stop you from ... from doing what you did. 
You shouldn't have, Buck. It was rape." 

"Was it a perfect intercourse or what you call a fuck?" No answer. Buck spun 
her around to face him, pulling tighter on the towel. "Tell me." His bass 
tone still confident, gentle. 

"I ... you're good." Wendy was confused, not sure when he was going to be 
rough, mean or gentle. Except for the small wrestling match just before the 
sex, he had not shown any signs of being too rough. In fact, he was almost 
babying her. "I ... I want...." 

"What do you want, Mrs. Street?" Buck smiled, watching his dream-lover's 
green gaze drift down his naked, perspiring muscular body to his dick. 

Wendy remembered reading something about this. It was working. The sights of 
his familiar build took effect. She was highly sensitive, immediately 
responding to irritations of the influential sights, odor, and recognition 
of this young boy's voice. She was trapped with the sensations. Her life 
could not remain personal any longer. She had not forgotten the lust he had 
forced from her tonight. She was still in his reach and slightly embarrassed 
by her nude situation. 

"I want you out of my apartment, you sonofabitch. I won't tell anybody what 
a rotten mother-fucking bastard you are, that you broke in here and raped 
me. Just get the hell out!" 

"Kiss me!" 

The queen glared with hate in her eyes. Yet there was the sweat, his 
uncombed hair, his breathing, those muscles. She did have fantasies about 
him made up from previous impressions, her imagination, her own mental 
aggression. That particular manly odor this individual gave off set her 
insides on fire. She even remembered at times it had made her blush. It was 
as if he had guessed her most intimate secrets and was playing on her 
self-satisfaction clinically, vulgarly, curiously aroused with only 
physical, sexual motives. Wendy was ready to return to the solitude within 
her shield to avoid fear, pain, possible infection, probable permanent 
damage. She despised Buck for what he did and for secrets he had discovered. 

"I ... I'm warning you, Buck." 

The teenager pulled the towel and forced the woman to press against him. His 
prick came in contact with her moist pubic hair. Her tits were almost flat 
against his chest. He grabbed the auburn waves and led her head to where her 
lips were perfect, holding her head backwards so he would lean into her 
nipples when he kissed her. 

"That was the first time in two years, wasn't it, Mrs. Street?" He winked 
and nodded to a magazine she had been reading, one of the more erotic 
pictures on the cover. Many of the publications of the '70s advertised 
potential forms of profound gatherings of sexual gratification carried out 
with mutual consent and affection. Buck knew now that Wendy had spent all 
this time reading about body contact, external petting, internal manual 
manipulation, oral stimulation, and various positions for foreplay and 
intercourse. The female's expression to his question told him she still had 
never experienced anything like tonight, that any further games on his part 
may still be new to her. 

"Remove the robe, please?" 

"P ... please, B ... Buck ... nnnggg . . . ? " 

"Now! This towel doesn't get much tighter." 

The cloth hit the floor. Wendy waited, too hypnotized to object to the 
caressing of her ass and this inevitable kiss. She had feared all physical 
contact, mental contact, and emotional contact within her shield. Buck 
waited. The mirror waited. The goddess caught his nod of approval and 
unintentionally nodded from instinct. The action was interpreted as a 
positive answer. 

There was little Wendy could do against the powerful and experienced body. 
She was not sure she wanted to do anything. The green-eyed beauty licked her 
lips to relieve the dryness. "Please, no?" 

She feared and fought it, speaking when words were out of place, not even 
trying to make sense out of this rendezvous. Fingers moved tenderly, 
longingly, lovingly, lingering to show affection and desire. His hands were 
warm as he physically complimented her strong back. The embrace grew 
tighter. She could feel her flesh lifting on its own to meet those lips. "I 
love you, Wendy." 

The queen could not believe what she was feeling. After a wild session on 
the couch that should have drained him, that long, thick phallus was 
becoming erect again. Its hardness pressed against her bush. Fluctuation in 
his tone became vision. Vulgarity in his deep breathing stopped the queen 
from objecting to the descent of his head. Wendy wanted to see everything. 
Stimulated nerves told her mind she would not have to keep her eyes open to 
see. 

She felt the lips moving lightly over hers, then press. The cock was doing 
its job, rubbing against her pussy, throbbing, forcing her clit to respond 
to an external masturbation. Her lips parted slightly, then opened with the 
force of the tongue entering her, brushing her teeth, parting them, tickling 
her own member, tickling the roof of her mouth, the sides of her cheeks, the 
back of her soft throat. He was sucking on her tongue, making things happen 
to her clit, her vagina, her nipples. When he let up, she finally managed to 
pull away from his mouth, not his dick nor his flesh pressing against her 
breasts. 

"I hate you, you ... you . . . ! " 

Buck let go of the towel and let her escape. "I think it's time to discuss 
where we stand, Mrs. Street. Why don't you just call your mother. Ask for 
Cindy." 

Wendy stopped from her backward flight. She turned toward the kitchen, the 
phone, then back at him. He was serious. She held the towel in front of her 
and walked to the phone. He was right behind her when she dialed. One ring. 
Another. And another. 

"There's no answer." Buck was calm, confident. "What did you . . . ? " 

"Not did. Will do, if I don't get what I want. Can you just picture my penis 
climbing up inside your little virgin daughter's vagina?" 

"You rotten mother-fucker! Where are they?" 

"It would be a perfect intercourse, Mrs. Street. I don't like cheap fucks, 
as you well know." 

Wendy put down the unanswered phone and tried to gain her composure. She put 
up no fuss when he took the towel from her and placed the collar around her 
neck again. Her objections sank with the news of her daughter and her mother 
being in danger. All of her nudity was exposed for this sex maniac but she 
was in no position to bargain. "What ... do you want?" 

"You." 

Wendy drew a cigarette from a pack on the table and put it in her lips. She 
tried to light it three times but her hands were as badly shaken as her 
mind. Buck finally lit it. She moved to the bottle on the sink and poured 
herself a swallow of vodka without the orange juice. "Naturally, you've been 
putting this together for some time." 

"Very elaborate." 

"You know I don't get along with my daughter?" 

"Wrong. You love her. She's the one with the problem. But for insurance, 
your mother's in great shape for a fifty-four year old. Drink up!" 

The goddess downed the drink. She watched Buck pick up the bottle, not 
knowing the next move but sure he would command her to guide her. She did 
not have to glance any further to see the sex fiend's cock pulsating for 
her, growing to its full length and adding to its thickness. "Kidnapping and 
rape." 

Buck took the ends of the towel and pulled, forcing Wendy to her knees, then 
to her hands. "Crawl!" He slapped her on the ass, then climbed onto her 
back. "I was nice to you but you seem to be in the mood of vulgarity. You 
don't know what rape it." 

"Oh! Get off ... oh! You bastard! You sonofabitch!" 

Buck pulled her hair while holding the towel as reigns. He slapped her ass 
all the way into the living room, then pushed her head down to force her to 
pick up her bra with her teeth. Wendy was very confused, attempting to put 
together the situation. She had no time to digest the fact that her daughter 
and mother were in danger but now she was working on why she had ever 
permitted herself to become a victim of degradation. 

She was in the middle of deciding whether to fight back and how much danger 
her family was really in. Her right arm was pulled behind her and tied with 
the elastic from her bra while she attempted to balance herself and his 
weight with her left hand. The huge dick was tangled in her hair and 
tickling the back of her neck. His huge balls bounced around her back until 
he climbed off and pulled her left hand back to tie it. Then he walked away 
from her for a moment. 

Wendy was crying. She refused to let him hear her but the tears were rolling 
down her face. Buck returned with her panties and used them to bind her 
ankles. She knew now that the tits she pampered, the pussy she adored, and 
her whole being were exposed for her every whim. She began to cry openly as 
he dragged her by her hair into Cindy's bedroom, the room he had entered 
from. 

She waited until he gave her the command before she stood up, holding her 
balance despite the binding. She realized that for some strange reason, he 
had left her more slack than she expected. She was able to walk and move her 
arms easily. He led her to the bed. She was forced to stand until he checked 
out Cindy's dresser, then returned with a hair brush and seated himself on 
the edge of the bed. 

"I never intended to make you cry, Mrs. Street, but since you insist on 
acting like a spoiled child...." He patted his knees to suggest that she 
bend over him for the spanking. 

The goddess refused to obey. It was not only that she objected to a spanking 
but his cock was now rigid, pulsating, standing straight out to her. 

Buck made a move as if he was going to brush her pubic hair. Her reaction 
was to bend back, away, throwing her shoulders forward. He grabbed her arm 
and yanked her over his knees. Her off-balanced position did the rest. 

The stud looked his victim over closely. She was waiting, anticipating the 
brush. Buck's excitement grew with the sight. He had always been fascinated 
by the figure of a nude woman whose tits hung down from this position. 
Gravity forced her weight to pull to the nipples, to swell the front of 
these gorgeous beauties. But the girls he managed to lure always had small 
titties, just enough for his palm. These 39s were not only the most 
beautiful but Mrs. Street had a mental fixation on this part of her anatomy. 
He discovered this the moment he took one in his mouth. 

He reached down and pinched the nipple. He guessed right. She was erect. He 
took the titties through a thorough massage while his interest landed on her 
ass. He liked the way her ass spread wider when she finally leaned forward 
and supported herself on his knees. She had strong shoulders, yet soft, 
feminine. Her back only slightly dipped, then rose with the arch of her 
buttocks. What really put a fire in his belly were her strong thighs. He was 
not sure where to start. 

Wendy was confused by the motion but landed where she expected to end up. 
Still, the motive made no sense. Her seducer was touching her in all the 
right places. Having her hands tied behind her only added to the 
anticipation. He was working her nipples as if milking a cow and she loved 
it. She did not have to tell him. 

"Buck ... no ... ooommm...." Her mind had been tuned to her ass, tightening 
the muscles for the expected smack. Her body was going the other way, 
experiencing the pressure of the ten inch erection bending down from the 
weight at her belly. She never expected the rapist to give her precious tits 
any attention at this point. 

A second surprise came when Buck's hands moved over her back. He played with 
her ear, tickling the inner area, the lobe, the back. The light touch moved 
down the side of her neck. He began stroking her throat as if jerking her 
off lightly. His gentleness was ecstatic. The kneading he gave her shoulders 
and the back of her neck heated new sensations. 

Then he did something nobody had even thought of doing. She moaned to the 
strokes as he scratched her back tenderly. Nerves began to react from her 
neck through her spine to her ass. "Nnn ... mmm ... nnnooo...." Wendy 
realized she was behaving like a cat but, in this situation, it did not 
matter. The fingers worked for an endless time before straying to her side. 
The goddess jumped with the slight tickle of her ribs. She did not realize 
the stall was for things to come. 

The first swing broke all barriers and reminded Wendy there was nothing 
between her and the brush. Then a second slap. Three. Four. Harder. 
Stronger. Faster. She tried to scream but was crying too hard. She wanted to 
cry but was choking too much. The pain was not limited to her ass and spread 
down her thighs. She kicked, moaned, screamed, cried, begged. It stopped. He 
had gone back to playing with her tits, throat, back, and even her ass. 

"No! Oh! Oh ... oh ... oh ... ooo ... ssshhh ... eeeeee ... eeeaaa ... 
aaaaaa ... aaahhh ... hhhhhh ... oooooo ... mmmmmm ... mmmmmmeeeeee. . . " 
It took Wendy a few seconds to realize the spanking was over and that she 
was reacting to the loving strokes again. Her titties were aching for his 
hand, expanding, stretching, bouncing with her furious panting. "Ohh ... 
nnnnnn ... eeeeeessssss ... I ... I ... oh ... please ... pi ... pleeezzz . 
zzzaaahhh...." 

She felt herself being lifted, guided, placed on her back on the bed. She 
was able to catch her breath but was unable to stop crying. She was crying 
from pain, for pleasure, from shame, for the stimulating sensations. He 
adjusted her gently, making sure her arms were free and unharmed. Wendy 
realized she almost enjoyed the spanking. In fact, the pain did help 
temptations when the pleasures started again. Her clit was fully erect now. 
Her love juices were seeping from her moist pussy. By the time she got her 
head on straight, she saw that Buck had moved her mirror to the foot of the 
bed and tilted it. 

She started to sit up. She saw her reflection for only a moment before he 
pushed her back down again. She saw her beautiful breasts were more 
beautiful with a seemingly strange glow of red where he had been chewing, 
pinching, playing. She did not have to see to know her nipples were 
straining with their greatest erection. 

"All rested?" Buck had an eager glare in his eyes and an even larger boner 
than before. 

"Y ... yes?" Wendy guessed it had something to do with fucking her. Against 
all sense that made her want to say no, she could not. She could hate him 
but she could only try to hate sex. 

"I noticed that you're ticklish, Mrs. Street." 

Wendy still did not want to lose her privacy. She was against giving herself 
to him. But her own body had turned against her. A desire had become a need 
and the need became lust. The abnormal hunger for more, even another 
spanking, was a horrible desire within her delightful agony. Buck's words 
had not registered until he touched her side and the queen jumped. "N ... 
no!" 

She felt the elastic of the bra tugging at her wrists as he spread her arms 
and worked them over her head. The elastic seemed to cut her back until it 
was free. It was hooked to the bed post with the snap, giving her only three 
inches of pull. When he moved to her feet, she did not have to be told what 
was on his mind. But she guessed wrong again. 

She felt the finger slide up the bottom of her instep. Unable to free her 
ankle from his grip, she squealed and raised her ass up off the bed. Buck 
had found his first target and was after it. 

"Pie ... oh ... nooo ... st ... st ... stop ... pleeee ... ssstttoooppp ... 
stop ... ohhh ... haaa...." Her breathing reached a point of blocking off 
her words. She was crying and laughing simultaneously, almost to the point 
of being sick. She squealed with the realization that he was not going to 
stop. He changed over to the opposite foot several times. Wendy was going 
out of her mind. The clasping tautness of nerves and muscles seemed to 
contract and expand. 

The rapist moved up her leg, working the back. The goddess automatically 
spread her legs now but he touched everything but the hot box she wanted 
touched. He pulled and played in her reddish-brown bush. She felt the water 
pouring from her pores as his fingers found her ribs. She bounced, squirmed, 
jumped, rolled to her left, then to her right, kicked, arched, and dug her 
body deep into the mattress for protection from the torturing tickling. 
Wendy was laughing hysterically from the punishment and the idea of her 
molester even thinking of doing this. 

Buck, now fully turned on because of his victim's reactions, was watching 
those beautiful titties bounce with her actions. He cupped her right breast 
to let her know in advance what he was going to do. He began a gentle 
massage, rubbing her up and down until her laughter turned to moans and her 
attention was on the same tit. When he changed the fondling to a 
side-to-side motion, the goddess arched her chest upward, offering her 39s 
for his pleasure. Sounds told of her own pleasure. 

"Uuunnn ... mmmm ... mmmmmmaaa ... aaahhh...." 

"Are you going to behave yourself, Wendy?" Buck was now revolving his hands, 
rolling her tit in a circular motion. 

"Uh-huh ... uuunnn ... mmmmmmeeeeee ... eeeooo ... oooOOOHHH...." 

He put her nipple between his thumb and forefinger and pinched the brown tip 
a few times. When she responded by flexing her knees, he knew she was close 
to an orgasm. He pulled the nipple up and reached down to kiss it. Kneading 
the tit to draw all of her attention to one area of her body, he cupped the 
flesh and slid his fingers up the nipple to squeeze it at the end of each 
stroke. It forced Wendy to writhe and moan through the fifty strokes. 

"Oh, Buck, I ... I'm going to c.c.ooo ... ooohhh ... please ... fuck me ... 
now ... NOW ... I ... I need you now ... my cunt's on fire ... my tit's sooo 
... hhhooottt ... fuck meee ... I ... I'mmm commmiiinnnggg...." 

He had no intention of entering her nor even touching that redcock hungry 
hot pussy. He flicked the nipple with his wet tongue and nipped it with his 
dry lips. She threw her pussy up to meet the dick she expected. It was not 
to be. 

"Oh, fuck ... fuck ... help me come, Buck ... I ... I ... aaaiiieeesss ... 
oh ... bite me you mother-fucker ... eat my tit, you sonofabitch ... harder 
... ooo ... eeesss ... haaarrrddd ... rrr. . . " 

Buck had sucked the nipple into his mouth, nibbled hungrily, pulled 
playfully, then began to suck it greedily while fingering, pinching, pulling 
and squeezing the left tit. Wendy shook all over. 

"OH Ohhhhhh ... hhhooollleee fffuuukkkaaahhh...." The goddess could not 
believe she had come at all, let alone come without any touch involved with 
her cunt. Buck had pulled it off with his love for her luscious titties. 

Wendy had no sooner started to relax from the overwhelming attack when she 
felt his index finger slide into her and tickle her still erect clitoris. 
She moaned and rose right back up to where she was in her fantasy just 
before the explosion. Her hands were being adjusted but the queen had no 
urge to object physically nor mentally. He had forced her to move into a 
half-sitting position and put a pillow behind her back for comfort. Her arms 
were spread out wide and tied to the posts with two of Cindy's smaller bras 
he had taken from the dresser. 

She watched him leaving the room. He was still erect. Her green gaze floated 
to the king-size prick. She swallowed with the sight of all that power still 
heating up in his gigantic muscles after all this sex. She adored his manly 
stride, the power in his back, his ass. Her glare started to clear and her 
reflection came into view in the mirror. The position was perfect, enticing 
to her now as it had been over the last two years. But it was the first time 
Wendy had seen her own heated pussy. 

Her legs were free and spread wide. There were bites on her thighs and ass. 
Her flesh was red from the activities. Her nipples were hard from the recent 
acts and the fact that she was looking at them. Her pussy lips were 
throbbing from previous stimulations and thoughts of things to come. Her 
body was drowning in her perspiration which gave her a more enticing, 
delicious glow. 

"I hate you!" She screamed at Buck as he entered the room. 

"Then hate me a little more softly, more quietly. If the neighbors call the 
cops, you can forget about your daughter and mother." He placed a glass of 
ice next to the bottle. With little effort, he lifted her ass and forced a 
pillow under the small of her back, then positioned her ass. He tied her 
right ankle to the same post her hand was tied to, pulling her knee up first 
and letting her gymnastic talents take over with the use of her bra. When he 
pulled her left leg back to the post, she gasped at the mirror. Even she had 
never seen her cunt spread so wide. Her pubic mound was aching from the 
erect clit. The next shock came when he placed the cold wash rag over her 
brow and gently caressed her face until she was cleansed of the sweat and 
refreshed by the coolness. 

"W ... what are you going to do?" 

"I love you, Wendy, but this is the only way I know how to prove it ... so 
I'll put it in your words. I'm going to eat your luscious pussy...." 

"Oh!" 

" ... and then I'll probably fuck you again. I'll think of something." 

"B ... Buck!" 

"It's been a long time between fucks, hasn't it, Wendy?" 

"Oh ... please . . ? " 

"And nobody has ever put their lips on your cunt?" 

"N ... no." 

Wendy gasped as Buck poured the vodka down her thighs, over her tits, on her 
belly, into her pubic hair, then over her slit, watching it run down her 
pussy into the crack of her ass. Buck looked down to make sure the pillow 
had lifted her bottom high up enough to expose the tops of her muscular 
thighs, the full bounty of her crotch, and still left her comfortable. He 
fingered the lips and felt her stiffen. 

The goddess was unnerved with the touch at first, realizing that he was 
going to actually eat her as easily as he had done all else. Nobody! Never! 
Now! She was amazed at the gentleness and confidence he had, still treating 
her as if she was a glass doll. He was smiling, staring right into her eyes, 
listening to her silence and watching her anticipation. She wanted to object 
to this humiliating position but he was going to ... to eat her. 

She turned away, experiencing the heat flowing from her own body as he 
played teasingly with the lips of her now openly displayed vagina. Never had 
her pussy been so vulnerably presented, not even to her husband. 

Buck had ached so long for this twat. Her thighs were spread wide apart and 
her pink cunt lips ached between pulpy foreskins as if inviting him for the 
meal. Her large ass, now split into two half-moons, rose above the pillow, 
stretched up and partially open, still red from the previous foreplay. He 
fingered the pink dot of a hole of her anus. 

Wendy sucked in a deep breath. She was so vulnerable and helpless. It was a 
fantastic nightmare and horrible fantasy coming true. "B.B.B ... Buck? I ... 
I ... please . . ? " 

He moved his face close enough to permit her slit to feel his nose. The odor 
was a sweet pussy as he drew a breath with her to fill his ecstatic lungs. 
He could almost taste the woman he had been shadowing for years. His brain 
was registering everything he wanted to know about his dream-lover, the 
hair, lips, -cheeks of her ass, and the response he was experiencing, spasms 
of steaming passion along the whole length of his rigid, throbbing ten 
inches. 

Buck touched the full flesh of her vulva, then slid it down the length of 
the opening to spread her seeping love juices to the crack between her 
buttocks. He was extremely fascinated by the crease formed between her 
thighs and cheeks. The mounds of her ass shuddered and tightened. The 
shudder moved down her ass and up the powerful expanse of her inner thighs. 
He moved his finger back up the crack slowly, gently, crossing the opening 
several more times, writing his name up one side and down the other. Then he 
lowered his mouth and sucked these fascinating creases her thighs and ass 
formed until sucking became bites, down her left thigh to her buttocks and 
back up her right thigh to that hot box again. 

"Oh, Buck ... oh, fuck ... oh ... oh ... ooohhhaaammm ... MMM...." She was 
about to go off again. She knew his face was only inches away from her 
adorable and ever-so-sensitive pussy. The touch penetrated her brain. Her 
insides were boiling, craving, shattering. New flames flaring in luminous 
intensity followed the finger. Heat was shooting through her guts and 
emptying out of her cunt to inflame her whole body. This was the first time 
she had let, wanted, needed anyone to do such a thing. 

"No ... don't ... don't ... nnnnnneeeeee ... eeeeeessssssSSSSSS...." But a 
touch of his fingers were gentle ... so fucking gentle. She felt him 
touching the soft flesh and lips of her pussy. Then came the kiss on her 
thigh. Another. Biting. Bites along her ass and inside and behind her legs. 
It seemed endless until he finally licked out and ran his tongue across her 
beautiful gash. 

" Eeeeee tttttt ... mmm ... mmmeeeeeeaaahhh ... hhhhhh...." The queen 
exploded immediately. She was slightly aware of his mouth encompassing her 
cunt and sucking her orgasm down his gulping throat. "Eat me, Buck! Suck my 
pussy and eat me, all of me! I'mmm coming ... cooommmiiinnngggggg ... 
aaagggaaannn ... iiiiiimmmmmm." 

But he was not going to let her come down. Buck did not wait until the 
orgasm stopped. She was still expanding and contracting when he separated 
the pink lips with tender pressure with the fingers of both hands. Her hole 
opened with his physical command to let him play with the super-sensitive 
tissues of her inner lining. 

Wendy could hold back no longer. He was taking his time, enjoying every 
moment. Her insides were fluttering with arousal for another explosion. Her 
breathless whines were coming in shorter and shorter gasps. His probing had 
turned her screams into passionate whines. She tried to hold her breath, to 
stop begging, but it only delayed her gasp. Her throat thickened with the 
immediacy to scream and a tremble of passionate enjoyment traveled from her 
throat to the clit now standing more erect than ever before. 

"Eeettt mmmeee ... fffuuukkk ... iiieeeeee ... oh.oh. oh, oh ... bite me, 
eat me, fuck me you sonofabitchin mother-fuckin basta. aaa ... aaahhhiiiiii 
... iiioooooo ... oooooo ... ooommm...." 

Buck was glad that his lover was so highly excitable. He fingered the 
lubricating fluids within her vagina, then let her watch him lick his 
fingers. The walls of her hole glistened with moistness as a tiny tremor of 
muscular spasms shook her internal beauty. He could feel her stiffen as his 
finger slid deeper. 

Wendy could hardly breathe. It was great. It was too fantastic. She had 
every intention of saying no but he kept influencing her body. There was no 
way to hide the expression of her beautiful pleasures, physically nor 
verbally. He was glaring into and exploring her exploding pussy and making 
her beg against her will. 

"No more ... no ... no more ... no more ... please ... no...." But his 
finger was back in, playing with her slick, soft flesh deeper than even she 
had ever gone. She could not hold back the heat her body said yes with. She 
could not hide from his peering eyes the juices dripping from her slit. He 
had withdrawn his fingers to watch her superhuman tension grip the constant 
trembling on the insides of her thighs. He held her ass with two hands to 
experience the flexed anxiousness of her proudness. Then he lapped at the 
heated juice dripping freely and abundantly from her pussy. 

It was the stroke she needed to come again, lost in cries and whimpering 
helplessly as the explosion cascaded out of her flaming pussy and onto his 
tongue and lips. He closed his mouth all over her crotch to catch all of the 
excitement of her spasms and juices. 

"OH, Buck ... ooohhhhhh ... nooo ... nnnoooooo ... mmmooorrr...." 

"I'm going to eat this beautiful snatch, Wendy. I've been a slave to your 
ass since I was twelve and now you're going to be my own private piece of 
ass." 

"I ... I ... can't do it anymore. I...." 

The goddess trembled slightly when he touched the breast he had thoroughly 
enjoyed. The 39 inch mound was soft and pliant, delicate as he cupped it 
gently and tenderly in his hand. Her insides were rumbling again, feeling 
his wonderful caress and the fire it sent driving throughout her body. Then 
the massive, pulsating cock entered her easily from this position. Wendy 
screamed but it was no louder than a whisper with the unexpected fuck. He 
stood there, giving the swollen warm tit a squeeze, then releasing it. He 
moved to the other and firmly squeezed it. Without moving his body, he 
covered the two erected nipples and pressed, exploring each until she began 
to work her own ass and hips. She was fucking him. 

A shudder ran across the flatness of her belly and shook the wrinkles caused 
by her folded position. The slightest gasp escaped her lips. His dick 
erupted with load after load of love juice. He held until the semen seeped 
out of the hole and down the lips to her ass. She felt the hot fluid dribble 
down her vulva and slip between her buttocks. Wendy experienced him going 
limp but he did not withdraw. In fact, he fought his short gasps and tremors 
with a slight embarrassment. 

"I wasn't.ready, Wendy." 

"I ... can't ... help...." 

"That's okay. A little salt will do your pussy good." 

She waited but he still had not taken out his prick. Wendy closed her eyes 
when he leaned forward and pinched each nipple with his thumb and 
forefinger. He did not have far to reach and kissed her slightly open lips. 
Her eyes were closed and she could no longer fight her excitement. She had 
no idea what he was going to do next now that she had emptied his love 
muscle. 

Another tremble took over her ecstatic body, a low moan came from deep 
within her dry, heated throat. It banked off the walls of his mouth as he 
swallowed her cries. His fingers were working their way down from her tits 
to her pussy when he suddenly yanked the prick from her snatch quickly, 
drawing her vagina and erected clit with it. Suddenly, Wendy felt empty, as 
if something precious and vital had been taken from her insides. Her 
groaning grew louder, confusing her thinking. It was so good, so warm. Now 
it was gone. 

Before she could regain her senses, his fingers were again sending spasms of 
lust into her vagina. He was touching, separating her vaginal lips, 
exploring, finally coming into contact with her explosive clitoris. The 
abundant nerves waited. He inserted his middle finger deep into the crevice 
to feel the flowing moisture and heat. 

"I've waited years to do this, Wendy. I had to settle for the girls who 
begged and screamed and cried. Not you. You keep coming back for more." 

"N ... no ... I ... oh ... ooohhh...." She had no time to deny a charge 
since his finger remained in constant contact with her clit as another 
worked deep inside her to twirl and stir the juices mixing against the 
trembling walls of flame. She was begging, clawing, gnashing, facing these 
flames, eager with desires. Her juices began to seep from the lower portion 
of her vaginal lips. Squirming, she revealed her desires. The seeping became 
a stream of glistening moistness leading from her crevice to her anus. "Oh, 
Bu ... u ... ukk ... uhhhhhh...." 

His activities were driving her crazy. She no longer wanted to object. His 
mouth moved over her pussy, pressing, spreading, kissing. The tongue 
slithered in. Wendy knew there was nothing she could do but give up her 
sanity and enjoy her helpless vulnerability. She could not hold back the 
growing sensation. It was fantastic. He was inside, licking, eating. She was 
so hot. 

The tongue found her clit and began a greedy massage. His hot lips made 
their way to the organ and nipped at it. Wendy went wild. The teeth put a 
light grip on the female key, creating tension and stimulation, then scraped 
the member with just the right amount of friction. His experience came 
through with just the light needed to see her lack of experience. "Mmmmmmeee 
... iii ... oh ... i.i.i.nnnmmm...." 

She felt the tongue slide deep inside her vagina and lap hard to take her 
juices. Withdrawing slightly, it attacked the clit until she was forced to 
respond as he wished. Her ass shook with the tingling from her clit to her 
brain through her spine as a gush of lava boiled around the hot, wet tongue 
into his mouth. "Oh! OH! B ... B ... Buck! Oh, yes. Yeeeeeessssss ... eat 
... eat me ... bite me ... oohhh ... eeeeeetttttt ... ssssss ... sssuuukkk 
mmmmmmeeeeee ... ssooo ggoooodd ... good!" The climax overtook her, engulfed 
her. She started to wiggle and jerk her ass and hips out of control. 

She could feel the tongue well imbedded in her hole. She automatically 
tightened her muscles while her body was vibrating out of control. The mouth 
closed on top of the juice-cum-soaked crack with deep sucking. Buck was 
hungry. He was actually hungry for her, and he was eating her. He drew the 
trembling lips inside his while his tongue whipped around inside of her. 
Wendy was carried to new heights and her shrill, helpless gasp became 
hollow. 

Her brain caught her breathing in short, high pitched gasps, forcing her 
nipples to tighten in response to heaving lungs. She squealed as the tongue 
ran deep inside to scoop the cream from her pussy. She threw her ass up and 
pressed her hot cunt against his mouth as best she could. She was met by 
pressure from his sucking lips. He was going after the clit, lashing it 
until a violent shudder of smashing muscles exploded within her box. 

"Oh!" Oh, fuck, yes ... eeeeeessssss ... nnnnnnaaahhhhhh...." She did not 
have to be told that he was not ready to let up. When he increased his 
tongue lashing, she arched to get it all and give all of herself. The wet 
member drove deep, pulled back, slapped her clit until she moaned, then dove 
back into her vagina to collect the cream. Her climax lasted for a long 
endless moment of constant bucking, twisting, rolling, and moans. 

The rapist was licking her clean. His tongue was massaging, probing, 
pinching, and eating. Then he stood up. His cock was as large as it was the 
first time she saw it. Her excitement had put his nerves on fire again. He 
untied her legs and let her fall limp. Then he untied her hands, freeing 
her. "Time to take a shower?" 

"Nnnnmmmm?" Wendy was still feeling the stimulations from his eating and was 
numb to his confused move. Almost as instinct, her body disregarded her 
thoughts of begging him to leave and her hand numbly reached for his cock. 

"I knew it." Buck laughed and let her stroke the length once. She pulled 
away, fighting her senses, exhausted by uncounted orgasms. "You're going to 
let me bathe you and tuck you in for the night. We have a long day ahead of 
us tomorrow." 

She rolled until she was in position to see the mirror but she was in no 
mental shape to see her reflection. Nothing was going to be clear for the 
rest of this night. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

Buck had taken Wendy to the bathroom and bathed her. He gave her a strong 
drink to make sure she slept well, then took his time brushing her hair to 
make sure the drink had time to work. He had found a full length sheepskin 
coat and wrapped her in it before tucking her in bed. Relieving himself with 
a piss he had even let his victim watch with fascination, he curled up 
beside her, stroking her arms until she fell asleep. 

But sleep was not to be so easy for him. He was sober and extremely excited. 
This was the lover he had watched for years. Now she was his for this 
moment. He had seen her expression of delight when he pissed. She was 
glaring at the semi-hard cock that had made her feel so good. She stirred 
when the water poured out in a stream, helping her memory of his hot semen 
pouring into her. 

He was able to relax when her breathing became long and deep. His thoughts 
drifted back to the first time he realized he was in love with her and the 
factors which made him carry out this rape. 

He was only fifteen on the day Mrs. Street had engaged in a supposedly 
innocent conversation about his visitors. He had told her his aunt and 
cousin were staying with him while his parents and two sisters were out of 
town. It was she who brought it to his attention that his fifteen year old 
female relative was extremely attractive physically for her age and that his 
aunt looked like a beauty queen. As she talked, she was studying the bulge 
he could no longer hide with its length and erected state. 

He had not been as close to his cousin as his sisters and had a fear of his 
Amazon aunt. There seemed to be a lot of giggling behind closed doors when 
the girls were together, but he spent most of his time with his studies. 
After putting the picture of a nymph in his imagination, Mrs. Street walked 
away as if nothing erotic had been said. 

Buck hurried through the door of his apartment and headed for his room, 
passing Lisa on the way. He closed the door and landed on the bed to think 
over what was on the woman's mind while she glared at him with those green 
eyes and let her auburn hair flow in the breeze, teasing him quietly. His 
thoughts were disturbed by the door closing behind him. He turned to see 
Lisa standing there. 

"I thought you might want to talk to someone, Buck." She was as mature as 
Mrs. Street had pointed out, standing there with her budding breasts 
pressing against her blouse and not bothering to tuck in her pink material 
while the brown skirt showed off the form of her legs. She was barefoot. 

He rolled over to turn his back to her. He was trying to forget her, forget 
Mrs. Street, stop playing with fantasies and live with the reality that he 
was going to relieve himself. 

"Hey, we are cousins. You can talk to me." She had a light olive complexion 
emphasized by her black hair and dark features. 

Buck turned to her. "It's these prick-teasers who get a person all hot and 
bothered, then walk away, not even caring if you need them." 

"Oh, you mean that top-heavy fat ass you were talking to?" 

"Mrs. Wendy Street." He corrected her. 

"Look, Buck, if you need anything . . ? " 

"How's your pussy?" The sarcasm was meant to shake her, scare her, make her 
go away so he could masturbate. 

"No complaints yet." Her laugh was nervous but not with fright. 

"I...." Buck turned back questioning, confused, lost, "I ... didn't mean ... 
I mean...." 

"No guts?" She unbuttoned her blouse and tossed it over his bulge. The bra 
landed on his chest with the slow strip, showing a pair of ripe, bobbing 
breasts topped with pink nipples. Her skirt hit the floor and the 
sensational developing legs danced out of it. She turned around before 
removing her panties, then played with her ass before showing him her 
hairless pussy. Shaved bald! She moved toward the bed but he jumped out from 
the other side. Lisa rolled into position and glared at him. "What are you, 
a pussy-teaser?" 

Buck turned away to undress, openly embarrassed. "Are you so sure you want 
to go through with this?" 

"Are Wendy's titties real?" She laughed. 

He turned to face her lava-hot pussy, now wedged between flexed knees, 
cooking, screaming, begging to be satisfied. His own dick was pulsating with 
a wild heat, filled with Mrs. Street's teasing and expanded to its full 
length by Lisa's strip. 

"Wait a minute! What the . . ? " She could not believe the size of his cock. 
Her nipples were tingling and her cunt lips throbbed for action, but the 
teenager had never dealt with anything this large before. 

"No guts?" 

She did not answer. Her glare was pinned on his prick. Her breathing was 
hollow, shorter, coming in sporadic gasps. He was not sure if she heard him. 
There was no question about the comparison. He was big, very huge, and she 
was not sure she could handle it. She was frozen in position and he tried to 
relax her by kissing her tits. When she lay back in silence, he came on. 

He moved the thick head around her vulnerable box, letting the sensation of 
his pounding dick enter before he did. She let him eat at her nipples and 
lick the inside of her pussy, trying to be more aroused than frightened, 
still trying to dominate him. When he licked out her vagina and attacked her 
clit with his tongue, lips, and teeth, she gave in. She had thrown away the 
play book her mother had planned to seduce Buck with and decided to be the 
one to take him on. 

Her mother was in the next room, waiting for her supposedly 'raped' daughter 
to come running out. They could then proceed to make him a slave under the 
threat of sexual blackmail. They had even made plans for his hot-pants 
lesbian sisters to join in when they returned. Lisa did not know why she 
remained silent. She was the only one who was to come out of this a virgin 
but the longer she stayed silent, the more he did. 

Her small but jutting breasts became toys for Buck as he rubbed her body, 
between her legs, and around her ass. When he inserted his finger into her 
moist cavity, her voice grew a little more excited. The finger moved in and 
out, then swirled around the soft lining. He found her hot clit and her 
breathing became short gasps. He was teasing it. Several times she came 
close to orgasm but her victim moved away, leaving her breathless, gasping 
as she bounced her hips up and down. Finally, she writhed in the full impact 
of a climax. The hot liquid shot out and ran down his fingers, dripping down 
between her legs and the moistness of her dark hair. Her head fell back, 
mouth open, and her body shook with her discharge and the expanding and 
contracting of her pussy lips. 

"Ugggggghhhhhh ... mmm ... mmm ... mummmmmmyyyyyy. . . ? " She tried to call 
her mother as the gigantic pulsating cock forced its way into her but Buck 
swallowed the cries. 

He moved slowly to allow each section of her cunt to grow accustomed to his 
length and thickness. Lisa was experiencing the pain of separation, the 
shattering of her pussy muscles, nerves and tissues. "No! Noooooo ... 
ooo...." She was losing everything, including her own frantic breathing, 
hard and heavy, along with her delicate hole. 

Buck simply pushed her knees apart and reached up to squeeze and pinch her 
nipples tenderly. Lisa moaned, begging him to stop, begging her mother to 
help, but the verbal sound only sounded like a plea. "Ohhh fffuuukkkkkk ... 
ooohhh. . . ? " 

He was moving his prick out slowly, giving her less, while fingering her 
clitoris. The pain was replaced by pleasure as he refilled her yawning 
pussy. He was reading her expression and saw the delight. She was nearing 
another orgasm, about to spill her juices all over his dick and balls. He 
increased the beat while fingering her key. Lisa felt good, great, 
fantastic, and she wanted him to keep fucking her until this orgasm was 
over. Then she would be in position to scream for help. 

"Ooohhh ... eeeeeezzzeee ... eeesss ... I'm going to ... I ... I...." Lisa 
bolted up hard and Buck plunged the full length of his pecker through the 
tissue of her virginity. "Uuuggggggaaahhh ... uuggnnn!" But the pain was 
overwhelmed by pleasure. Suddenly, he hips jerked upward for more and more 
of the sensational, pleasure-giving shaft. Her legs were kicking. Her body 
was thrashing back and forth. Her ass was high, begging for even more. 

Buck made several deep running strokes while caressing the clit. Like many 
of the other girls who objected at first, she accepted his length with more 
delight. Her hips swayed from side to side, then thrust in an arch. Her 
mind, body, and pussy were eager for more, no longer resisting. Lisa was 
grinding her hips and letting the fantastic prick drive forth to her deepest 
regions, feeling the new thrills of deep penetration. 

"No! Don't stop! Pleeezzz ... don't stoppp . . . ? " 

But Buck had felt the hand around his throat and glanced up at his aunt. He 
withdrew and stood as she guided him. 

"Don't you dare move, you little sonofabitch! You don't care how young the 
pussy is as long as you get your hot rocks off. This fucking prick is mine 
now!" 

"Pepper?" Lisa was suddenly frightened, pleading, begging. 

"I'll take care of your ass later, you little whore!" Pepper grabbed Lisa by 
the hair and stood her in the corner of the bed. A look of fear shot through 
Buck as the Amazon removed her slacks and sweater. She was bigger, more 
solidly built than Wendy. Her olive complexion passed for Lisa's twin, but 
her tits and pussy and muscular legs told of many sexual affairs. Knowledge 
told most of her sex was with Lisa and Buck's sisters. "On your back, Buck. 
Spread your legs and get that thing up again ... and don't you dare move a 
muscle!" 

Buck could only obey. With the dexterous use of finger tips, lips, and 
nipples, Aunt Pepper caressed him from head to toe while Lisa chanted "Wendy 
Street" and masturbated. Pepper left her attention on his awakening cock and 
brought it back to its full erection. 

When she decided he was ready, Pepper sat astride him, her face toward his, 
and literally grasped his prick along its full length with her pussy. Moving 
her body, she massaged his cock with her cunt to the chant of "Mrs. Street." 

Sliding up and down the full length of his shaft while kissing him, her hard 
clit rubbed his swollen glans. Her nipples found his mouth and forced him to 
feed on her. She alternated nipples, breastfeeding him, forcing him to play 
the role of a baby. She had actually forced him to extreme rigidity before 
sitting up to take his prick inside her slit. 

"Wendy! Wendy! Wendy Street! Top heavy, fat ass, Wendy Street!" Lisa's 
excitement was in her fluctuating tone, a noise full of jealousy against 
Wendy and rebellion against Pepper for taking her place on his rod. 

Buck's dick was standing straight up, pulsating to the throbbing of her 
vaginal lips. Pepper lowered herself onto the pole so that the glans nestled 
just inside her vagina. She suddenly contracted her walls to squeeze him 
hard and tight. Holding this grip, she forced the full length of his bulging 
pecker all the way into her so he would experience the hardness of the 
cervix with the tip of his penis. "Fuck my little girl, will you?" She spit. 

Relaxing just a little, she withdrew to a point where only the head of his 
prick was still in her, pressing on the shaft all the way to the top. She 
tightened her grip and repeated the procedure over and over again. His dick 
had become so swollen and rigid, he thought he was ready to climax. She 
simply tightened her olive pussy muscles and held him tight enough to keep 
him from having an orgasm. Finally, she started a slower beat with long slow 
caresses until he exploded in a series of mind-blowing spasms. 

Buck let go and finally started to relax but 

Pepper and Lisa were chanting the name of his dream-lover, proving they were 
not finished. With tongue action, mouth suction and teeth tortures, Pepper 
tenderly coaxed his cock back to its full erection again. This time she sat 
on him and slid the complete length of his prick into her ass. The rectum 
was tighter with a much stronger grip. Then, lying back on him, she ordered 
Lisa to suck her pussy. 

"Come on, baby. Eat me. Give me the best tongue-job in my life and maybe 
I'll let you have another try with this fantastic prick. Oh! Ohhh! Yeeesss, 
sssuuukkk mmmeeeeee...." 

Buck was to become a sex slave to his bi-sexual relatives. He was forced to 
watch as Pepper ate and fed his sisters and the little girl who seduced him. 
He became a slave to his two older and more aggressive sisters who fucked 
and sucked his cock as they pleased, who taught him every sexual trick in 
the book to satisfy them. 

Less than a month later, he was tied spread-eagle on a bed after being raped 
by the four relatives. His sisters stood at each arm armed with a fluffy 
feather. Lisa stood at his feet with the same weapons for each foot while 
Pepper used a duster on his prick. He was tortured to the beat and chant of 
Wendy Street until each female had a tuned in fuck-and-suck satisfaction. 

After being tortured in a spanking by each girl in a later satisfying 
session, he knew exactly what he was going to do to the green-eyed beauty 
some day. With every new game, the chant of Wendy Street was used. There 
could be no one else. 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

Wendy kept her eyes closed after awakening to the sunlight. Her body had 
become extremely sensitive overnight. An aching need was eating away at her 
inside. She did not have to be told what. Her nipples were hard and her clit 
was erected. 

She experienced the fantastic sensation of the satin sheets Buck had put on 
her bed last night. She was so clean and refreshed. The panties he put on 
her must have belonged to Cindy, she realized. They were too tight and did 
not really fit. The bra must also have been taken out of her daughter's 
dresser. It only covered her nipples and cut into her breasts. The silk 
stockings had to be hers and was doing their stimulating job against the 
satin. The sheepskin was a real shocker. 

The goddess could smell a delicious breakfast of bacon, eggs, toast and 
coffee coming from the kitchen. The water in the bathroom told her where 
Buck was, getting just as clean and refreshed. She remained motionless, 
attempting to decipher where she stood, where her family stood, and what was 
there left for Buck to do without repeating himself, for that seemed to be 
the one thing he avoided doing. 

The queen began to think it over. Why was all this new to her at the age of 
thirty-four? Why was she despising it and enjoying it simultaneously? How 
could this boy be so tender and so gentle while being so cruel? She began to 
think it was her. She thought back to Sam's missionary position and her 
virginity. Her daughter had blamed her for making too many sexual demands on 
Sam, driving him toward the heart attack. Was she? 

It all seemed to lead back to the reason she was still a virgin when she 
married Sam. It was an incident that happened in her fourteenth year, 1957, 
a time when this incident would never have been spoken aloud. 

Bobby socks and calf-length skirts were the daring fad. Wendy and her next 
door neighbor, Roma, shared everything as the best of friends until that 
week. The blonde began wearing more lipstick and makeup and telling Wendy 
less of her secrets. It was no secret that the blonde was one of the bigger 
and better built girls in school, nor that she was going to use her feminine 
charms to attach herself to a very good-looking senior. The problem was the 
boy she was after already had a steady girlfriend. 

When Roma became very quiet and withdrawn that week, Wendy decided to ask 
her why. Since their bedroom windows faced each other and were close 
together, all she had to do was call her over. Just out of the shower, she 
tossed on a robe and moved to her window, seeing Roma's blind was up and the 
light was on. With all of their parents out, they could share any secret. 
What Wendy saw made her freeze on the spot with horror first, then curiosity 
and wonder. 

The four boys, including the boy Roma was after, were naked. Another girl, a 
redhead, the real girlfriend, was giving the orders. All five stood around 
the nude body of the blonde. The boy being fought over, a light-haired stud 
with a dark tan and muscles, brought his mouth to Roma's and seemed to be 
devouring her. His tongue snaked into her mouth and fought for the taste of 
her hot eagerness as she sucked at his lips and tongue with powerful draws. 
Roma wanted to feel his heated tongue slide down her gulping, soft throat. 

Wendy was immediately turned on by just watching, a little relieved that she 
was not participating. She had never had a very close and emphasized view of 
a penis before but now she had four to masturbate on while watching her best 
friend use them. 

Roma's well-stocked cunt was reacting to the initial thrust of the boy's 
dick. Her whole body was shuddering as he pumped it in deep a few times. The 
others closed around, hugging her, applying a thousand kisses to drive her 
to the highest pitch of her frenzy. 

Wendy drove her finger deep into her own vagina, fantasizing it was her 
between all those beautiful pricks. She inserted a second finger to attack 
her clitoris. She was careful not to let anyone see her behind the curtain. 

Roma's climax was so intense and her scream was so clear, it could only be 
interpreted as an orgasm. Her legs closed with the shaken grip around his 
prick as she soaked up his attack on the inner lining of her cunt. Then the 
boy pushed her to the bed and began a series of fast, non-stop stabs deep 
within her golden slit until her hips arched up hungrily. 

Wendy saw the girl's legs reach up around his ass. The goddess had retreated 
to the two chairs of her desk and placed each leg over each chair, then 
separated the seats. Her pussy was split wide and vulnerable to her every 
touch. She began a slow, torturing caress. 

"Oh! I love it! Love ... love ... love...." Roma gave in without a thought 
as to the rest of the gang. 

"You want more?" The girlfriend spit. 

"Ohhh, yesss ... so good ... so smooth ... eeesss...." Roma sighed. 

The girl reached down and slid her hands under the golden ass. She pinched 
the juice-coated mounds until Roma begged, then pushed her fingers deep 
inside the gurgling thirst of the rectum and twat. "You're going to get all 
you can handle and more, bitch!" 

"Uuurrrggg ... aaahhhaaa ... eeesss ... fuck me ... bang me ... yes, I need 
it ... harderrr ... nun...." The blonde could not have been in her right 
mind. 

Wendy knew whatever they did before she arrived on the scene had driven her 
insane or the sex itself had something to do with the crazy actions and 
talk. The queen could feel her own lips closing in on her finger and 
prepared herself for the spasms. If this was all there was to fucking, it 
sure was doing a great deal of tempting for such a simple act. The way Roma 
was acting, the goddess was not sure she wanted to participate with boys, 
able to bring herself off with her fingers and no fear of harm. 

Then the scene changed and Wendy was stopped in the middle of her spasms. 
The redhead was naked and the boys backed off to let her at Roma. She moved 
up over the blonde's face and sat her ass up to force her pussy into 
position. She reached back and fingered Roma's cunt until the blonde 
responded by licking out. 

One hand played with the redhead's hips while her tongue came in contact 
with the smooth, warm flesh. Both girls were shaking. Roma worked her way 
around the girl's red patch of pubic hair and licked through the moist cunt 
lips. 

"Suck me, you sex hungry bitch! Put that young, beautiful, wet tongue in my 
hot pussy and suck me. Make me come like he made you come!" 

Wendy gasped as she saw her friend's mouth close over the older girl's cunt. 
She could not believe it when Roma placed her own hands over the girl's ass 
cheeks and pulled her closer to get inside. She knew immediately when the 
blonde found the moist folds of the pussy and the sensitive nub of flesh, 
watching the redhead guide her by holding her head with both hands. 

"That's it, baby ... ohhh, suck it, lick me hard, fuck me with your tongue 
... easy ... eeeeeezzzeee ... eeeiii...." The redhead was squeezing her own 
tits, letting the blonde do it to her. She began to squirm and her breath 
came in short, sharp bursts ending each inhale with a sounding exhale. "I 
... iiimmmeee ... eeesss...." 

Suddenly, the redhead shoved Roma onto the bed and threw her mouth over 
hers. She was teasing with short jabs of her tongue to make the blonde 
respond. Wendy watched the older girl's hands roam over the fourteen year 
old's body, squeezing her tits and pinching the nipples, then moved down to 
hold the trembling mons. She inserted a finger into the soft folds of the 
young girl's pussy and stroked her clitoris until Roma began gasping. Then 
she covered her mouth with sucking to tangle tongues and steal the whines. 
At that moment, Wendy watched the hand move in and out fast, knowing a 
finger was reaching her friend's vagina while another from the other hand 
was shoving and driving up her asshole. The goddess tried to imitate it in 
her excitement but could only dare to attack her own pussy. 

Roma was in a frenzy. "Yeesss ... yes, fuck ... finger-fuck me ... drive 
your finger up inside my cunt ... you ... you're so good ... so fucking 
good!" 

"Say you want more, bitch!" The redhead was standing, pulling Roma into a 
doggy position on the bed, teasing her young nipples to egg her on. 

"Yes, oh please yes ... eeesss ... anything ... anything ... everything ... 
fuck me, suck me, let me have you ... oh, please!" 

Wendy had already felt her fourteen year old body explode and settled down 
to watch the fascinating sight. She left her cunt exposed and caressed her 
pubic hair and mons lightly. She did not know what was next but she 
instinctively knew it would turn her on, having something to do with the 
four nude boys. She was right and the boys closed in under the direction of 
the redhead. 

They began rubbing Roma's body all over with what Wendy took to be butter. 
The blonde cried and moaned as they cupped her defenseless tits, ass and 
pussy. They all took their now swollen pricks and began to rub them into the 
butter, all over Roma. The dick moving over her face looked deliciously 
obscene. 

"Mmmmmnnn ... nnnooo ... nnnmmmeee ... oh ... oh ... oh please . . ? " Roma 
was disagreeing with the attack on her face, ears, neck, and lips. Then the 
boy forced her mouth open and lunged forward until his erected dick was deep 
in her mouth. Wendy heard a moan from her throat, somewhat animal-like and 
pitiful, as her mouth was filled with hot flesh. The boy drew a deep breath 
sharply and squeezed her head between his hands. 

"Blow him, Roma! Suck on that cock until you swallow every bit of his cum!" 
The older girl was as excited as Wendy. 

Roma felt the cock in her mouth driving deeper and took more and more of it 
until she gagged. The boy pulled back to give her air. Roma moaned. Wendy 
moaned. The glistening shaft was withdrawn from her obscenely oval lips, but 
instead of pulling away as Wendy expected her to, the blonde licked out with 
her tongue and seduced the prick back in. She drew on it until her mouth 
made a sucking noise. 

Wendy's hand went to her throat. She could never bring herself to do that 
but she wondered what kind of thrill Roma could have had. Then her eyes were 
drawn below her friend and the boy now moving up behind her blonde pussy and 
golden-buttered ass. 

He put his hand between her thighs and pulled at the golden fluff of pubic 
hair. He was stroking her cunt while rubbing his erection over her calves, 
up her thighs, over her buttocks. He rubbed his prick between the legs of 
the swollen-mouthed, defenseless girl, nudged her pussy with its head, and 
pushed forward to bury his dick in her cunt. 

Wendy expected a scream of pain or some kind of objection. She knew that, 
before this week, Roma's experience with sex had been just as limited as 
hers. But the blonde merely moaned like a pet being petted and continued 
sucking on the first cock. She even raised her ass up a little to let him 
in. He had to hold her ass with both hands to keep her from bouncing on him 
before he was ready. 

This was Wendy's best friend, a little girl who thought the greatest sex 
turn-on was watching rock singers swing their hips and let the bulge between 
their legs grow. Now it was her hips vibrating and the bulge was at both 
ends. There was a simultaneous mixture of excitement and fear as Wendy 
watched the blonde being fucked in the pussy and in the mouth 
simultaneously. She saw the glistening pricks being withdrawn and shoved in 
deeper at both ends. Her friend began to writhe between the dueling fucking. 
The goddess spread herself even wider and felt her clit vibrating. 

"Give it to the little whore!" The redhead was getting off with the act 
also. "Fill her guts with cum from both ends! Suck, bitch! Suck and fuck 
until I let you go!" 

The first boy was shaking, shoving his dick deep down her throat, jerking, 
spasming, shooting his load into her head. She sucked harder. His body 
quivered and held on as she continued sucking long after he had ejaculated. 
Roma had taken the hot cum into her throat and swallowed it. He withdrew. 

Wendy felt her insides shiver with the first spasms. She saw the dick fall 
limp from Roma's mouth and was waiting for the boy in the rear to explode. 
She could not believe what she heard Roma scream out. 

"Oh, please, no? Come back? I ... I ... iiiiiiiieeeeeeesssssss ... deep ... 
oh ... deeper eeeeeessssss ... fuck me, ... ddeeepp in my cunt ... deeeper 
... fuck me ... c . . c . . c . c . coooooommmmmm ... ccooommmiiinnnggg ... 
oh ... OH...." Her butter-golden ass was thrust back as the boy charged 
frantically to meet her attack. His fingers dug into the soft flesh of her 
hips but she continued to writhe back to him like an animal in heat. 
"Yeeeeee ... eeesss ... ohhhfff ... fuck mmm ... meee ... oooooo...." 

Both bodies shuddered as she continued to beg him to fuck her. Wendy wanted 
to feel it, to twist and writhe between two pricks, hard, sopping wet with 
her cunt juices, shooting hot semen inside her. Wendy shook it off. She 
could never go through with it. 

Roma was freed after each boy had found a way to relieve himself in her. The 
redhead dragged her to the window. "When will you be alone again?" 

"Fri ... Friday?" Roma cried. 

"We'll be here. Now stay away from my boyfriend, bitch! And in our next 
session, if you don't get Wendy's little ass over here, we'll use yours!" 

Scared stiff, knowing they would take their time dressing, she called the 
police and told them a child was being raped by older boys but hung up after 
giving Roma's address. 

Thinking back on the scene now, as frightening and fascinating as it was, 
Wendy realized that she and Roma were only fourteen. Years of silent 
fantasizing had followed. Now Buck was going over all of her fantasies, 
things she could never permit if she was not a prisoner. Cynthia was only 
fourteen and becoming a little bitchy. Wendy thought over a few things she 
could do to put Cindy's head back on straight. 

Wendy had experienced the art of spanking, having her breasts fondled and 
her back scratched before and after the pain. She now knew how it felt to be 
tickled into submission. Even the playing with her pussy was part of the 
mindblowing initiation. She wondered how Cynthia would respond to such 
loving care. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

Wendy felt the presence of her rapist close around her as the strong odor of 
breakfast filled the room. She wanted to spring up and scratch his eyes out 
but there still remained a question of a kidnapping and the fate of her 
family. 

"Get up and remove the sheepskin, Mrs. Street." 

She slowly obeyed, lazily sliding around as if telling him it was over, that 
she was through playing games. Still, the cloth was removed and her hands 
were tied behind her again, this time with a rope. His leather belt was 
placed around her neck and buckled like a collar. She saw that the tight 
white silk underwear did belong to her fourteen year old daughter. The silk 
stockings were still doing their job against the bright red satin. Her first 
surprise was the silk and laced white slip. She had paid over a hundred 
dollars for this particular piece. It emphasized and massaged her large tits 
and round ass. 

Another supposedly vulgar abuse was the red markings on her legs. Smeared 
lipstick mixing with her favorite bath oil. It was when she turned to the 
mirror that her clit erected with the reasoning behind the lipstick. Every 
vulgar phrase she had thrown at Buck, from 'oh, shit' to 'fuck me, suck me, 
you cocksucking mother-fucking sonofabitch bastard' was scribbled all over 
her face, on her neck and breasts, over her body, and reaching from her ass 
down to her toes. This was his way of objecting to her vocabulary. 

Another sign that he had much more in store for her was the pictures taped 
to her bedroom walls. Buck had found her collection of pornography and made 
fantastic use of it. Every possible position for sexual gratification was in 
front of her. She could only assume he had intentions of using all of the 
suggestions. 

When Buck finally stepped in front of her, she gasped, not sure whether to 
giggle at the sight or take the implications seriously. He was wearing her 
thigh-high leather boots over his nudity. Her own black-laced panties not 
covering his gigantic bulge very well. One of Cindy's leather vests had been 
laced over his muscular chest with part of the rope now used to bind her. It 
may have all appeared silly if he had not been holding her own leather belt, 
now cut into three sharp whip-like strands. He had no guilt about using his 
new weapon. 

In a show of confidence about his domination over her, Buck opened the 
drapes slightly to let some light in and opened the window a crack to permit 
the morning air to awaken her fully. "If you scream, the neighbors will be 
in here in a second. I'll probably go to jail but Cindy ... well, at least 
she's completely out of danger at the moment. Still a virgin." 

"Are your fucking lesbian sisters in on this?" 

Buck grinned. "Think. You scream. The whole project development knows I've 
fucked you a dozen times, including all of my friends. Once you've been 
raped, they can't do anything that you haven't already experienced. You'll 
become a free and somewhat willing body to be raped every time you walk down 
the street. Your little yellow dress has already started a reputation. 
You'll lose in court, and you'll lose on the street." 

"Is that what you want, Buck?" She chewed the first bit of the egg he fed 
her as he poured her coffee. 

"No." He gently wiped her mouth before giving her another bite. "It's love 
but I just don't know any other way." 

"I don't remember you dressing me or wallpapering my walls or any of your 
perversions. When did you do all this?" 

"You were in the tub, soaking. Drunk. I hooked your shower hose up to your 
clit after removing the head and turned on the hot water, changing degrees 
and pressure as you begged for more. You passed out in the middle of your 
sixth orgasm so I let you soak while cleaning myself up and fixing our 
'fucking' room. Your wardrobe is for some plans I have for today." The whip 
cracked on the bed beside h ;r, making her jump, before he held the coffee 
cup to her lips. 

"It's still rape, Buck. I didn't let you put your cock in me." 

"Rape? Forcible carnal knowledge without consent? I suppose carnal knowledge 
doesn't necessarily mean full intercourse. You may find cases where there 
were convictions where victims remained virgins ... maybe as in Cindy's 
case? In your case, you can even argue that the force wasn't purely 
physical, that you gave in to protect your daughter's fragile ass." 

"And you have a defense?" 

"I have Cindy. Besides, it's impossible to rape a healthy woman like you, 
not with force alone. The strong threat of harm coming to your daughter and 
mother has minimized your fight ... although I doubt if Cindy would call 
having her pussy sucked harm." 

"You fucked me against my will, Buck!" Wendy found herself losing this 
argument before it ever got to court. 

"I ate you, too, Mrs. Street, but I heard you beg for more. The vodka could 
have weakened your defenses but it didn't induce unconsciousness and you had 
a few chances to ruin me ... if you weren't enjoying our love. The muscles 
which you hold your legs together with are among the strongest in your 
body." 

"I don't want to ruin you, Buck. I just want you to free me and get the hell 
out of here. You gave this careful planning. I wonder how you think you'll 
beat a rape charge." 

"I'm very much in love with you, Wendy. I'm willing to chance it. But rape 
elicits more false accusations than any other crime. Still, it's the 
toughest to prove. You know girls who have slept with men, then screamed 
rape later. You also know girls who have been raped but refused to bring 
charges because it entails extreme personal embarrassment. How many 
witnesses do you think I can come up with who will say they fucked you? How 
many mothers are talking about your seductive mannerisms right at this 
moment?" 

"I ... I never . . ? " Wendy finished her meal and was deeply involved in 
this discussion, knowing she never fucked these neighboring boys but had 
openly seduced the whole project development. The binding around her wrists 
and her dependency on him to feed her were reminders of her helplessness. 

"Nobody ever blames the senseless actions of the supposedly innocent victim. 
You're either consciously or unconsciously asking to be brutally raped. I'm 
just doing it my way, with love, before someone pulls you into an alley and 
puts your ass in the hospital. Or worse, kills you out of fear of being 
recognized. But you're aiding in such a heinous crime. Your masochistic 
tendencies openly invite pain, humiliation, and violence of a sex attack. 
Why?" 

Wendy thought back to Roma's fascinating degradation, the fantastic scenes 
she saw the blonde go through willingly for months after her initial 
humiliation. The goddess thought about Sam's Puritan ethics cheating her out 
of fulfillment while books showed women taking it in every possible way to 
get as much as possible. She wanted all this and more, but she could not 
bring herself to do these things. She had to be raped, forced, while 
objecting. 

"Wendy," Buck leaned forward to emphasize his point, enjoying the erotic 
sensation of Cindy's tight silk panties against his prick, "we both know 
about crime-provocative functions you're carrying out. I probably wouldn't 
have committed rape if I didn't receive any provocation. The way you talk, 
the way you walk...." 

"It's all in your sick mind. You aren't mature enough to control that 
oversized weapon...." 

"Sure. Everyone's supposed to show contempt for the rapist and profound 
sympathy for the crying victim. Well, you were begging for more, not crying, 
Mrs. Street. You let yourself get trapped by opening your window in the 
nude, defending yourself by offering to masturbate me and crying "Please 
don't" between orgasms. You even minimized any further escape or protection 
by permitting yourself to be bound, letting your enjoyment of masochism put 
your life in my hands. I'm glad it was me instead of another turned-on 
male." 

"You've got my daughter and mother! I have no choice." 

"But you didn't know that while standing nude in front of the mirror, 
knowing the window was open and anyone could be watching. It didn't stop 
you. Why answer the door almost naked? Subconscious motivation. Is "Please 
don't" the strongest discouragement you'll protect your cunt with?" 

"I ... I didn't ... expect you." Wendy remembered it was Buck she was 
fantasizing about during masturbation when the knock came. 

"Tell me, Mrs. Street, who's the true victim? Me! You're an exhibitionist, 
isolating your games, filled with repression while teasing and tempting me." 

"No! Stop it!" 

"You couldn't bring yourself to face any form of sex without fear or guilt. 
You had to be raped in order to indulge in sex afterwards. You, yourself, 
set up the situation where rape became possible, now finding excuses and 
misplacing the blame on me. You are a typical sexual assault victim." 

"You can shove your perverted fucking psychology up your ass! You may be 
more educated and more experienced but it won't help you in jail." 

"When a man commits rape, there is supposed to be a certain relationship 
between him and the victim. Everyone has seen you teasing me with your talk 
and your swing. But nobody will give a second thought to a woman raping 
another female, even if Cindy is only fourteen." Buck watched Wendy shy 
away. "I admit I created the schedule but you created the circumstances of 
which you're now the victim. The unconscious biological and psychological 
attraction between us goes both ways. Your need for me was the impetus for 
my sexual attack." 

"You're sick! I ... I never. . . ? " 

"You didn't have to. Most girls want to be taken by force. You have 
seductive inclinations of being flirtatious but you're not careful about 
where you throw your intensions. You're endangering yourself by exposing 
yourself to attacks more of less unconsciously. Just be glad it's me. When 
women want to be taken by force, they dream of the way I do it, not a real 
rapist." 

"You're nuts!" But Wendy not always felt this impressed by another 
individual's viewpoint, even if she lost the argument. 

"How many of the one hundred thousand rapes, forcible, statutory, and 
attempts were provoked by the victim just this year alone? How many weren't 
reported? Will Cindy go into detail in a court about how her clothes were 
removed so a couple of girls can suck on her tits and pussy to show her 
another form of ecstasy? Do you really want to go into descriptive detail 
about how you begged me to fuck and eat you? Why not? Embarrassment because 
of a human weakness for pleasure. Publicity of the fact that we've done 
everything in the book. Or did I and Cindy's seducers succeed because our 
victims didn't resist as much as they could have since they actually wanted 
to be taken by force?" 

"You're so damn confident!" Wendy whispered. 

"Mrs. Street, you've heard about police questioning and actual rape trials. 
Fifteen years ago, a woman screamed rape and the man was guilty until proven 
innocent. Today, a woman screams rape and they laugh her out of court after 
putting her on trial." 

"You raped me!" 

"Most medical jurists are of the opinion that rape's impossible. 
Consummation of rape, a full, complete, and entire coition made without 
consent of the woman is impossible unless extraordinary circumstances occur. 
I guess they accept kidnapping ... if you can ever find the body to prove I 
was holding Cindy at the time of your seduction. A victim should give in to 
save her family. No woman can beat a sex maniac at his own game." 

"That's exactly what you are, you bastard." 

"I didn't see you using any defense. You possess sufficient power to draw 
your limbs back and to use your hands and movements to prevent insertion of 
my cock while you keep your resolution entire. You spread your pussy open 
and begged me to eat and fuck you." 

"I ... I'm only ... human." 

"And as enticing as a fourteen year old nymphomaniac. But you're also 
attempting to equal the challenge. I don't blame you. You're provocative by 
nature. It's your role to entice me with whatever means are at your 
disposal. You just don't know how far to go when you don't intend to go all 
the way. It ends in rape when you tease the lonely, the frustrated, or even 
those with a personality problem of their own, trying to prove they're just 
as attractive. You're sensuous enough to drive me to the point of no return 
without wanting the consequences. You've been misinterpreting how far the 
signs of willingness travel." 

"You're blaming me? I didn't let you in my house. You broke in!" 

"But you have an onward conscious state with desires to provoke attack, like 
in the prehistoric caveman days. You don't wear a bra, at least one that 
fits, and desire to have me fondle your delicious breasts. You love to 
engage in mutual masturbation as long as you can claim your innocence. You 
do a fantastic striptease for your mirror, or any other interested item. Me! 
What am I supposed to do with an aching erection and my own confused desires 
when you offer to jack me off?" 

"I was ... drunk." 

"And as a teaser, you should stand beside me and take a similar punishment 
for this rape. Society doesn't understand your masochistic tendencies to 
want to be hurt, your drives to be humiliated by satisfying cravings by 
rape. It's your way of eliminating your guilt for taking your seductive 
walks." 

"So this makes you right? You can come in here and stick your prick in my 
pussy without asking and ... and . . ? " 

"No, Mrs. Street. Rape's a detestable crime. I should be severely punished. 
But rape's a charge easily made, hard to prove, and even harder to be 
defended against by guys like me. A rapist is the most despicable criminal." 
Buck moved over to close the window, hinting that he was ready to make 
another move, letting the silk panties build his erection into an 
unbelievable bulge. 

"I was very careful during my walks, Buck." Wendy saw his intentions 
building with a large boner then he had last night and attempted to keep the 
conversation going. 

"Of course you did. They always do when trying to attract a rapist. You 
should know a little about provocation, conscious or unconscious, having 
used it on me for years. When you fake fear to let me know you're alone in 
here, you're asking for it. All of the signs such as squeezing your hanky or 
holding the hem of your yellow dress down when it doesn't go any lower than 
your thighs, or even glancing around somewhat fearfully as if I had 
successfully trapped you, gives me so much information about your needs and 
desires. When you decided to appear at the door last night exposed with that 
flimsy robe and exhibitionistic tendencies, you deserved what you got." 

"I didn't let you in!" 

"And you purposely continued to drink too much when alone with me after 
finding out I came here to seduce you, knowing vodka would tear down your 
barriers for me." 

"B ... Buck?" She watched him climb up on the bed, ready. 

"Stand up ... on the bed." 

"What are you go ... oh!" The bra and panties were ripped from her body as 
if it was a new rape. 

Removing his new underwear to expose his heated, throbbing dick for her 
excited inspection, he gazed over her nudity. She was trembling before him 
in the gray-yellow of her bedroom. He licked at the candy-flavored lipstick 
on her knees and ran his fingers from her buttocks to her calves as the heat 
rose in his prick. He cupped the cheeks of her large ass and nuzzled her 
pubic hair. Wendy gave out a low moan of pleasure from what he was doing and 
the anticipation of what he did previously. He played on the mound until the 
heat from her pussy told him her clit was feeling his stimulations. He 
kissed the soft flesh of her belly. The belly depression of her navel 
carried the word Buck and he kissed it wetly, insinuating his tongue, 
tracing patterns on her delicious flesh until his wetness had eaten the 
name. 

Wendy whimpered with joy as his licking moved lower and lower, and as his 
mouth closed over the contracting, pouting lips of her snatch, she purred. 
She felt his mouth and hands all around the bottom of her body but the 
gentleness was hardly what she had expected from him after seeing the whip. 
A strange desire to beg for more came over her as his tongue found her belly 
button again. 

The goddess loved having the cheeks of her ass rubbed, an act she had always 
been forced to indulge in alone. She was fully aroused and she knew it. So 
did Buck. Wendy fought the feeling as it grew but lost again. She cursed 
herself for responding to his sensuous caresses so easily, giving into his 
domination. When his lips moved over her vulva again, she did not move and 
held her breath, knowing he was going to eat her again ... Eat her! And as 
his tongue probed forward, separating the soft folds of her pussy, she 
shuddered involuntarily and let her breath go as a vicious gasp. 

"Uuunnnn ... no ... oooohhh ... nnnneeeee ... eeessssss ... ooohhhh...." 

"Stand still, Wendy." 

The goddess could not help responding as he licked through her soft pussy 
lips and found the small nub of flesh in these folds near the top of her 
box. She arched when he sucked it into his mouth and nipped, sucked, and 
nibbled on it gently with his lips. She spread her legs over his face when 
he extended his tongue to lap at her exposed pussy. There was an 
imperceptible movement in her hips to the open mouth sucking in the wet 
folds of her pussy lips. She could not object as he tongued her gently and 
pulled her to him as she began to breathe with short, sharp gasps. 

Suddenly, he pushed her down on her back and spread her legs. There was no 
objection, only sighs of pleasure. Her pussy was being eaten lavishly and 
the hot tongue sent flames of sudden desire coursing through her body. His 
tongue was lost, thrust deeply into the sweet wetness of her juices. He 
sucked, licked, and lapped furiously while digging his fingers into her lush 
hips and ass. 

"Eeeee ... e.e.eeeettt ... oooooohhhh ... mmmmeeeesss ... sssuuuukk ... eat 
me, suck me, go, go, go, oh, oh, oooohhhhh...." Wendy felt herself coming 
and closed her eyes to envision the redhead eating her instead of Roma when 
she was fourteen. His tongue felt like the long prick her friend was forced 
to open her pussy for. But it was Buck forcing her to build into a spurting, 
gushing, throbbing cunt. He was doing it with his mouth, eating her. 

She threw back her head and arched up for deeper thrusts as he stabbed his 
tongue into her vagina, lapping at her clit, then surprised her by stabbing 
his tongue up her asshole. The new sensation forced her to stiffen and cry 
out. She had reached the end of the spiral and trembled all over from sheer 
ecstasy. She let go and felt his mouth close over her cunt to catch the 
juices flowing between spasms. The queen grew rigid and sobbed loudly, her 
body being wracked with sensations of fantastic pleasures. "Ooohhhh ... 
uuunnnn ... nnmmmmmeeee ... oh ... you ... you can't. . . " 

"I can't what, Wendy?" 

"Mmmmmeeeee ... ooohhh ... you can't be so fuckin' good...." 

"I love you, Wendy." 

"Nnnnoooo ... sooo fuckin' gggoooooooddd...." 

"Roll over and get up on your knees like a pussy cat." 

"What? I ... no!" Wendy immediately pictured Roma with the boys and her vow 
of not being able to go through that. "NO! NO!" But she had forgotten that 
she was bound and that Buck had full control over the strap leashed around 
her neck. She found herself being roughly positioned on her knees with her 
ass sticking up in the air and her head resting further down in the pillow. 
"NO, oh please ... please, Buck ... no ... ooohhh?" 

"I'm going to teach you not to question my motives, Wendy. I didn't want to 
make you cry ... ever, but you forced this." The snap of the homemade whip 
cut across the bed as a test. He spread her legs as wide as the bed allowed 
to make sure he got the beautiful curves of her inner thighs along with her 
ass. "I want you to count the slaps. You're thirty-four? For every snap you 
miss, you'll get two with the brush." 

"B.B.B.Buck? No! No? I ... I ... iiiiiieeeeeeooooo ... oooonnneee?" Wendy 
cursed him, screamed at him, begged him, but she only missed three numbers 
and was punished with six hard smacks with the brush. He was slow with a few 
while others came quickly, not giving her any chance to time the swings and 
tense the beautiful muscles in her lush ass. When it was over, he let her 
cry until she caught her breath and settled. Her clitoris was associating 
this spanking with the thrills of the last and was begging with an aching 
erection. The scratching massage only added to stimulating sensations which 
held her in the position he wanted. 

The round slope of her reddened buttocks was a large moon, a curve of 
sensuality some had called fat and heavy but which turned him on with its 
fullness. He ran his tongue up the deep, dark, inviting crack. When she 
moaned, he ran his tongue across the soft mounds of her ass. 

The goddess could not believe a man could love an ass so much, that her ass 
was so enticingly delicious to a male's desires. She shoved her ass up more 
and relaxed. Slowly, gently, his ten inch erection slid into the 
juice-oozing crack of her red hot pussy and inched its way in by giving her 
an inch and taking back half an inch. 

"Oh! Ohhh ... oooooooo ... so fuckin' deep ... deeper ... oh, yes ... 
YEEEEEESSSSSS ... ooooohhhhHHHHHaaaaam-mmmmmmMMMM...." She moved her bound 
arms to let him get a good grip around her hips with a start of a series of 
fast, deep, boiling thrusts. She could only enjoy his speed as her mind 
blurred with repeated smashing in and out of the hungry, sucking, slurping 
crevice. Wendy shoved back and gave him all the meat of her heavy ass to 
open her pussy wide for the assault. 

"Tell me, Wendy!" Buck felt a great surge of power for his complete success 
in dominating her with complete pleasure. 

"I never felt anything so fan ... fantastic ... oh, Buck, it's so ... 
s.s.sooooo oooohhhhhhHHHaaaaamm-mmmmmnnnnnhhhhh...." Wendy was going off 
again. She was filled with this man's penis and was experiencing the kind of 
fucking she had read about. The prick was hot and burning inside the flow of 
her own lava juices. Buck leaned forward and embedded all ten inches deep in 
her hole. The goddess found the pleasure of the new position and the 
stimulation as thrilling as the first time he shoved his dick in her. Her 
cock-hungry cunt chewed away at the phallus with hard, boiling spasms of her 
vaginal muscles. 

The cock did not have to fuck her now. The queen was doing it all with her 
own insane bucking. The heavy ass that had forced semen from Buck's 
erections was grinding back at him, pushing at his huge balls. The thighs he 
had so much lust for closed on his. own grip. He reached around and fingered 
her clitoris with his left hand while pinching, rubbing, pulling and 
massaging her tits with the other. Wendy went nuts. Her pussy went into 
another insane orgasm. Her fucker could no longer hold and exploded deep 
within her soul. The goddess was so super-sensitive to the new communication 
that the explosion shocked her, flooding her and mixing with her own hot 
love juices. 

Buck lurched forward with a sudden tension and felt the heat forming around 
the crack in his penis. The intense pressure had started somewhere in the 
pit of his stomach and rose as lava from the grinding of his balls to the 
tip of his prick. His victim's rotating actions were sucking on him, 
threatening to draw every drop from his insides. It came. 
"WWW.W.Wennnndeeeeeee. . . ! " 

The milk-like salty semen exploded from his balls through his long, thick 
shaft and out of the swollen head. He was splattering cum all over her 
pussy, shooting off in several strong spasms, creaming it all into her hole 
until it seeped and slithered steaming from the stretched, pulsating pussy 
lips. It drained down her muscular thighs and seeped onto his heavy balls. 
He was fascinated by the way in which her heaving buttocks were clipping 
without stopping. Her voice came back to his reality as a whimper. 

"Soooo gggooooddd ... sssooooo fuuuukinnnn gooooooddd ... fuck me, more, 
more, you sonofabitch ... shove it in more ... bang me hard, harderrrr ... 
rrrrooooohhhhnnnnmmmm ... moooooorrrrnT. . . " Wendy would not let go of the 
frothing, steaming prick and clamped her cock-hugging cunt around the shaft. 
The orgasm shook her brain, tried to destroy her mind. She slammed her 
snatch down on his joy stick. "No ... nooooo ... don't stop? P.P.Please? 
Pleeeezzzz ... I ... llluuuvw oooooohhhhh ... OOOHHHH...." She sucked his 
cock dry with her cock-hungry twat until it exploded its final spasm, then 
worked her pussy on his prick until it was finally too limp to use. 

Wendy was crying. He did it again. He made her beg for him and his fucking 
again. She hated being used and abused but she did not hate sex and she was 
building a great need for this boy's fantastic methods of pleasure. Still, 
he was not done. She let her tears run free as he maneuvered around her 
naked body. He was letting the long prong dangle between her legs, 
slithering down the crack of her asshole, while reaching around to play with 
the tits he found so exciting. "Oh! I ... it can't happen ... it can't be 
... happening . . I ... I ... OH!" But it did and it was happening. She let 
herself relax to catch her breath and slyly squirmed against the heat of his 
flesh. By getting up on all fours to give him complete maneuverability 
around her tits, she had unintentionally but not without satisfaction 
trapped his ten inch phallus between her buttocks to rub against the bottom 
of her cunt. 

With his age, his desires for her, his night-long wait, and the help of her 
glare at the silk panties rubbing against his tool, Buck was already 
building his second partial erection. He pushed forward to kiss her shoulder 
and the dick slid up into her crack. He brushed the auburn waves away to 
kiss the nape of her neck and the prick inched its way back into her pussy 
slit. Wendy responded to the kisses by grinding her semen-soaked perspiring 
ass into his growing, pulsating, threatening prick. The palms of his hands 
pressed her tits and began a flat rotating motion over her erect nipples, 
pausing to reverse, massage, squeeze, and pull her breasts as kisses were 
placed down her spine and around her ribs. 

"Oh, Fuck, I ... oh ... oooohhhhh...." 

The fingers worked down her body, over the flesh of the flat smooth plane of 
her stomach while kisses were repeated. She moaned when he reached her pubic 
mound and arched herself even more as his fingers parted the folds of her 
pussy lips to begin a gentle, teasing, slow stroking motion. He was 
masturbating her. She felt the gentle tingling sensation growing in her 
loins as he worked her clit with a tender massage, first on one side, then 
the other, with a few deep vaginal thrusts to build on her tension. Wendy 
spread her legs wider with more attention being paid to her clit. She 
squirmed against him and felt again the throbbing of his huge responding 
cock as it nestled in the moist folds of her pussy. 

"Ooohhh, Buck, you can't ... it can't ... happen ... oooohhh, I ... I'm 
burning ... more, more, fuck me with your finger and your cock more ... I'm 
... my pussy's on fire...." She squirmed over the finger slipping into her 
snatch as her rapist hunched forward to lick her ear. "I ... I'm ... oh ... 
coming ... a.a.a.aaagggainnn...." Wendy's body shuddered as the first wave 
of her orgasm tore through her writhing frame. 

The goddess was holding on, trying to hold back, attempting to keep from 
giving in to his every whim. In the middle of her lost control, Buck pushed 
two lingers instead of one into her cunt and pressed upwards into the 
quivering folds with his prick. The heated swollen head slipped into the 
contractions. She quickly enveloped both the massaging fingers and the 
thrusting dick with the soft wetness of her internal muscles. The queen 
finally let go of her own love juices to suck in some air, then exhaled with 
the words she had vowed to hide from him. 

"Ooohhhh ... uuunnnnooooo ... ooooeeeesssss ... yes, ooohh ... yes, yes, yes 
... eeeeEEEESSSS ... Fuck me, fuck me, f.f.f ... FUUUKKKK MMMEEEE...." Wendy 
buried her face into her pillow and let her arms go limp as her muscles 
refused to hold her. Buck crawled over her as the last waves washed over 
her. Her flesh quivered while she gasped for air. The fingers were still 
scooping out her boiling pussy but his free hand moved directly to her 
beautiful breasts, squeezing, teasing, loving her aching beauties. Her brain 
spun. Her stomach jumped. The muscles in her ass contracted as he withdrew 
his fingers. 

"Wendy?" 

"Uuunnnnnmmmmm?" 

"Have you found any reason to love me yet?" 

"Uuuunnnnmmmmm ... mmmmmeeeeee...." 

She automatically responded to the moist fingers lightly caressing her lips, 
then forcing their way through her parted teeth to her tongue. His order to 
suck them dry was lost in the awe of the swiftness with which her body was 
being taken over and controlled by orgasms this eighteen year old was 
producing, each of a different type, cause, and height. Swearing not to give 
in to his sexual persuasiveness, she found herself forced to beg in writhing 
excitement for the rapist to fuck her. Everything she had dreamed about, 
wished for, and fantasized about was true and real with this male. She had 
found much to hate him for but she had to admit she had also found so much 
to build a love on. 

"Suck my fingers, Wendy. Taste your pussy and my cock in the heat of lust!" 
Buck pushed them further down her throat so she could not force them back 
out. 

The queen sucked the bittersweet juices of her own boiling pussy from her 
master's fingers. She was rolling over while eating, guided by the rapist's 
free arm. She twisted and squirmed until she was where he seemed to want 
her. He forced her up on all fours again by pinching and pulling playfully 
with her nipples. Wendy was led up to his warm embrace, sitting on her knees 
with her breasts pushed up against his chest. She could no longer pull away 
as his lips caressed her face, then closed on her mouth. It was no longer in 
her to object to such pleasure. The hot, wet, probing tongue worked around 
Wendy's tongue, cheeks, the roof of her mouth, and the depth of her throat. 
As their lips parted, a shocking, yet fascinating flood of vulgarity reached 
her ears. 

"You've been doing an awful lot of cussing, Wendy." 

"Uummmmeeeee?" 

"I'm going to wash your mouth out...." 

"Hhhmmmmmm ... mmmmmmm...." 

"With my dick. I'm going to put my cock in your mouth just like I put in all 
ten inches in your pussy. I'm going to fuck your throat just like I fucked 
your cunt. I'm going to let you taste me now that I know what you taste 
like." 

"Oh, please, no? No, Buck? I ... I never ... I ... I can't!" 

"Did you like me eating you? I heard you beg me not to stop. I loved it." 

"I ... can't ... oh ... oh, please?" But as the obscenity stimulated her 
ears, the vibrations aroused her whole body again. The thought of sucking a 
cock, of being forced to give a blow-job was only a thought, a secret, 
hidden fantasy until now. Buck was not really giving her a choice as she 
felt him untying her hands but tightening the leash around her neck. 

She was glaring at the erected penis when he put her hands on him for her. 
"I ate you, lover. Now you eat me, all of it, until you feel the cum gushing 
over your vocal cords." 

"B ... Buck?" Wendy had found out how big his cock was in many ways over the 
last twelve hours, but she had never really held one, especially this one, 
so close to her view. The prick was a massive weapon and pleasure-giver with 
a mammoth shaft so thick, the goddess wondered how he ever got it all inside 
her delicate pussy. She gently touched the swollen reddish head and the 
prick jumped with throbbing, pulsating life. It had a mind of its own and 
its brain was definitely waiting for her swelling tongue. She could no 
longer stand to use the feather touch and clamped her fingers around the 
base. Forgetting the rest of the body even existed, the goddess squeezed, 
fascinated by the heat, the pulse, the smooth, muscular skin. The head was 
smoother, shaped like an arrow-head at the end of a long spear. 

"Oh, my go ... oh, hell ... oh, it's ... it's so fucking big!" 

"It's yours. Take your time. Play all you want. I have this thing about 
being touched ... it's better than fucking ... so take your time because 
you're going to get around to blowing me." 

"I ... don't know." 

"I know you never gave head before but you have no choice but to go down on 
me." 

Wendy had tried to pay attention to what she was told until now. This was 
different. This gorgeous hunk of meat had done so many things to her to stir 
her brain and set off explosions in her pussy. The wondrous fascination 
about this stupendous toy she now caressed was its immediate reactions to 
her stimulations. She finally let herself explore the full ten inches, 
moving from the base to the head and back to the base gently. He wanted her 
to take this beautiful prick into her mouth, to lick it, suck on it, and 
kiss it. She had read so many stories about women giving head to their men. 
Suddenly, the queen wanted to. 

She experienced the confusing aroma of repulsion and desire but her senses 
responded to the human odor. Her mouth started to open but the goddess 
hesitated slightly when her lower lip touched it. The heat made her mouth 
respond as if being tempted by a delicious steak. Wendy had to have it, 
egged on by a gentle but firm shove of her head by her master. Still 
frightened, she opened her mouth and brought it down while closing her eyes 
in one fast move. It was there, this gigantic pulsating love stick, and it 
was hers now. 

To her surprise, but almost expected, the fullness of her open mouth was 
still not enough to encompass the whole pulpy head and receive the length 
and thickness of this prick. She blew an air pocket in her cheeks and sucked 
hard while pushing her mouth down to force her head to take it. It filled 
her mouth as expected but was pushed deeper by her master, driving her 
tongue back until she lapped wildly to free her taster. A milky, salty taste 
made the insides of her cheeks and lips tingle until it drew more saliva 
from her now cock-hungry mouth to moisten the shaft. 

Wendy drew back slowly to experience the silky sensation of the shaft as her 
lips teased it with varying grips. She wet the glans by moving her watering 
lips around before going back down. She had read how the "Sensuous Woman" 
did it and how it was explained in detail but the queen was too excited to 
remember any of the instructions. Besides, now it was so smooth and firm as 
it easily slid into her throat. Buck was right. Her juices covered the cock 
and made the image of the blow job easier to picture, having watched herself 
being fucked in her mirror. 

But sucking this prick was a hell of a lot different than having it shoved 
up her pussy. And her eating him was so much different from him eating her. 
Now she was the aggressor, tasting instead of being tasted, giving instead 
of taking, eating him! Now she was feeling the prick instead of letting it 
feel her. She was torturing the head and the thick shaft of slick skin 
instead of waiting until it did something to her pussy. All Sam had given 
her was a filling, stuffing sensation. Buck was giving her a cock, a real 
dick of her own. 

She wrapped her tongue around the glans and sucked away the juices he had 
stolen from her cunt while exploring the underside for veins. The goddess 
moved around until she was back at the top of the head and the crack. She 
tongued it eagerly and it excited her more. She went after all she could get 
into her mouth. The head filled her mouth until the shaft shoved it against 
her throat. She gagged and withdrew to measure it but she had barely gotten 
past the head and approximately three inches. 

But Buck was keeping his word. He was going to fuck her mouth just like he 
had fucked her cunt, with all ten inches. She knew her eagerness and lack of 
hesitancy had gotten to him when he grabbed the back of her head and pushed 
her face down. The prick went in as far as she had dared, then he pulled 
back until all she had was the head. He drove it deep again, pulled back, 
thrust, pulled back, down, up, down, up, in, out, in, out. Wendy was 
struggling, resisting, trying to beg for help. She was helpless. 

In, out, in, out, up, down, up, down, deep, shallow, give, taking. The 
victim was fighting the rapid, fierce strokes while he used the auburn waves 
to pull and push and bob her head up and down. She gurgled as the prick gave 
her air but lost her breath when it slammed deep again, fucking her mouth. 
Then he withdrew only to push down harder than ever before. The head banged 
against the back of her throat before he pulled it out all the way to let 
her catch her breath. 

"Oh! Oh, please, no more ... no.. . ! " 

"You were sucking like a champ, Wendy, but I have already told you that I'm 
going to fuck you in the mouth. You've read about how to deep throat it but 
you've never done it. Just breathe through your nose and relax your throat." 

"No! No, please? Ohhhh...." 

"Breathe through your nose and relax your throat because I'm going to fuck 
your mouth, Wendy!" 

"No ... please ... aaaaggggmmmmmm ... mmmmm...." Wendy felt his hands 
tensing to press the back of her head down and clamped her lips shut. All 
ten inches were rigidly pressing at her mouth and lips while he called her 
the most vulgar of names. She held her lips tight until a series of hard 
slaps from his right hand forced her jaw open. Buck lunged forth and drove 
the shaft deep until the head touched her throat. 

"Breathe through your nose and relax your throat, Wendy!" 

She felt the dick moving with every detail being imprinted on her tongue. 
In, out, in, out, up, down, up, down. She took a deep breath through her 
nose and the cock went down her throat. She had thoughts about gagging, 
choking, vomiting, but to her surprise, her soft wet throat expanded for the 
plight of the prick. 

Wendy was forced to bend awkwardly but the new position now straightened the 
passage to let the dick in. The pain was gone. She took it inside with 
small, grabbing gulps as tears ran freely down her cheeks. She inhaled 
deeply through her nose and plunged forward. When his hands left her head 
and moved to her ass, she was free to come up for air. She began to wrap her 
tongue around the erection to take its pulse as it slid through the 
stretching warmth of her newfound enjoyment deep in her throat. 

The adjustment made for her new position left her buttocks and pussy 
vulnerable to his play. She let the finger slide into her pussy to discover 
the heat and the erection of the nub of flesh in position near the top. The 
goddess was extremely aroused by his stimulations but she found that his 
roughness and temper added to her boiling wetness. She was almost ready to 
explode again. He wanted her to blow him. He wanted to fuck her in the 
mouth. Yet his interest moved back to her ass and pussy. He was going to set 
her off. 

She was writhing, squirming, giving up her juices. The new eagerness for 
this terrific toy was building on her excitement. It was now a thrill to 
take its size and mouth it happily. After all, she had no choice and 
remained innocent. He would use a brush, his belt, the whip, or his hands to 
force her to do his bidding. She decided to take the old Chinese proverb 
literally and "lay back and enjoy it." 

The queen was so close to exploding under the masturbation control of his 
fingers that she was forced to pump faster on the dick to accommodate her 
gasping. Her lungs were on fire. Her lungs burned. She slid her mouth down. 
Sucked while pulling up. Swallowed. Up, down, up, down, harder, fast, 
stronger, faster. Wendy was getting hotter with each stroke, hotter with 
each caress, hotter with every new idea the teenager came up with. 

And the rapist did have another idea with his fascination for her wide, 
heavy ass. The queen had just taken another deep plunge and was waiting for 
the erotic caress on her clitoris when she felt the linger run a long smear 
from her pussy to her asshole. She instinctively attempted to avoid the 
anticipated pinch but the shock forced her to respond verbally. 

"Uh-uh ... uhhhh ... uhhhhh ... UHHHHH!" But the finger had worked its way 
up in her anus. It was not a pinch nor a smack as expected. She tried to 
pull away from the cock in her throat while attempting to avoid the 
massaging finger deep in her ass. He twisted the member gently in her deep, 
pink, virgin hole. It forced her back onto his prick with a deeper swallow 
while her ass jumped with sporadic flashes of pain. 

"Ummmmhhhhh ... ooommmmm...." Wendy fought to keep her beat as the finger in 
her ass picked it up. His other hand was still free and it only took a few 
strokes over her pussy as if he was petting a real live pussy to get her 
growing orgasm off. The contractions pounded through her frame with a 
volcanic force. Expansions and contractions ripped through her pussy to her 
brain by way of her spine. Her ass closed tight on the finger. Her mouth 
sucked harder and deeper. Explosions rocked her ribs and tore at her own 
heart. The victim shoved her ass back for more stimulation from the finger 
while slurping for as much of the dick as she could get in her. Again, she 
was brought up for multiple orgasms as she sat draining her juices through 
her soaked pussy lips. 

Having drained her cunt, she was concentrating on the throbbing cock, 
drawing, sucking, working it over until it blew up in her mouth. Wendy began 
to swallow but the cum shot into her with heavy spurts. She began to gag and 
started to pull away but, with the heated taste of the boiling, exploding 
semen and the feel of the velvet heated head, she drew a deep breath through 
her nose to take on all of her lunch. 

"Mmmmmmaaaammmm mmmuuuggggmmmm ... mmmmmm...." It was then that the victim 
received her treat. The milk-like salty taste entered her throat with its 
heat, gushing out of her lips, teeth, gums, and nose. There was too much for 
her to handle. Buck was helping with his own excitement by pushing the 
screwing finger into her ass and playing with the soft, pink, sensitive 
tissues to add pain to pleasure. Her eyes opened wide as she backed her 
sweet ass up for more while the spurting fluid seeped from her lips. 

The goddess went down again to draw out the last of the cum, wanting it deep 
inside her chest where it seemed to mix with the creamy heat of her breasts. 
In spite of what she had felt and feared with this male before, she now 
found herself swallowing the spurting sperm, lapping up the leftovers, 
kissing the wonderful shaft that let it all happen, and lovingly sucking the 
velvet head up and down her throat. She let some of the leftovers shoot over 
her face as he withdrew. She licked around to catch the cum seeping down her 
cheeks, her nose, around her lips. Then she attacked the prick with her 
tongue, her mouth moving up and down the length to milk him dry, to devour 
his juices as he had hers. She had eaten him and she loved it. 

"That's a good girl, Wendy." Buck was a little puzzled by her change of 
attitude. Most of the girls he dominated stayed masochistic while the 
sisters who dominated him stayed on the aggressive side. This was the first 
time a female was raped and decided she had liked it so much that she was 
taking over. 

Buck knew that the two years of widowhood would have its effect on Mrs. 
Street but he did not know until now just how horny the marriage and the new 
'sexual revolution' had left her. He retied her hands for safety and to let 
her know he was still in command. The silk panties were put back on him to 
stimulate a third erection. He was used to six or seven or a twelve hour 
period but this was the woman he had wasted hours, weeks, months, years 
masturbating for. He wanted her to prove herself to him. 

This time when he kissed her, it was not necessary for him to force his 
tongue between her lips. Wendy willingly sucked his tongue deeply into her 
mouth and responded to his kiss by forcing her thirty-nine inch nipples 
upward, offering her breasts and the delicious brown tips that he favored. 

She shuddered, knowing something inside her had given in to this male and 
his sexual advances. Standing as a virgin waiting for the sacrifice, she 
shoved her breasts at him, daring him with those taunting green cat-like 
eyes, flicking the auburn strands away with just the right amount of 
teasing, exposing any flesh he could possibly have missed. The binding of 
her hands behind her again caused her thirty-nine inch breasts to jut 
outward with her nipples slightly upward. Surprisingly, it was Wendy who was 
hot and fully aroused immediately. But Buck knew just how to regain control. 
She would have to repeat her immediate last performance. 

The goddess let him cup her face fully and kiss her brows, lashes, lids, 
nose, cheeks, lips, and finally kissed her deeply again. He moved forward, 
stood her up, and embraced her. The guide was his silk-covered prick now 
rubbing her belly, pubic hair, and sensitive pussy lips. 

"You're not going to say you love me yet, are you, Mrs. Street?" 

"Will it stop this mother-fucking madness?" 

"No." 

"Maybe we can talk about it an ... and ... work something out." Wendy was 
very sensitive to any touch now and the silk was doing its job on her cunt. 
She saw that it had helped regenerate the power in his young prick also. 
"You've had ... a lot of practice, Buck?" 

"I've been watching you for so long, Wendy." He shoved her to her knees and 
removed the panties right next to her face. "Stay in this position. I have 
to think a few things out." 

Wendy obeyed and watched her molester stroll around in deep thought. He was 
trying to figure out her actions gut the goddess simply intended to play him 
out and enjoy doing it. She was trying to think ahead of him. 

"Would you like to try to call your daughter again, Mrs. Street, or maybe 
your mother?" 

"No, Buck. There won't be any answer. There's nobody there, at least not at 
that number." 

"I know ... but what makes you so calm?" 

"Buck, you'll have to give me proof, better proof. I don't believe you would 
hurt anyone. You're doing this because you have a crush on me ... not anyone 
else. I think that unless you can prove different, you and me are the only 
ones involved in this." 

"Then why don't you scream?" 

"Because I was drunk and let you spend the night." 

"No, Wendy. Because you're guessing right now. Tell me, why did you try to 
masturbate me." 

"Well, since we're being so fucking blunt, Buck, I wanted to dominate you. I 
lied. I never played with Sam's prick. I never even saw it up close. After 
spotting your erection and being high, I wanted to see you." 

"And that's why you don't scream?" 

"I've done a lot of reading over the last two years, particularly on sex. 
I've wanted to fuck again, to finally put my own mouth around a cock and 
suck it dry. I dreamed of eating and being eaten, but the closest I ever 
came to breaking the standards I grew up with and married into, thinking sex 
was a nasty word, is my mother-fucking sonofabitchin' vocabulary." 

"Now what, Wendy?" 

"Now you, Buck. We've done every fucking thing there is in every 
mother-fucking way. Now you've got me thinking ... about sex ... about me 
... you ... your fucking prick ... I'm thinking." 

"So am I, lover, especially since you think you're so free." Buck untied her 
hands and softly pushed her own weight back to use her position. He took the 
leash from her throat and let her lie free and relaxed on her back. He slid 
up on her to kiss her, then gently rolled her over to spread out her arms. 
He began to lick her ear while using his right hand to play with her tit and 
his left to keep her pussy warm. His cock, now rigid, was cradled between 
the two half moons of her ass. "This is a sensuous massage. New?" 

"Ohhh ... obviously!" 

"Then let me whisper in your ear. I don't know where your old lady is ... 
but Cindy might find the caresses of my sisters a lot more stimulating than 
what you've been offering her!" 

"You really expect me to ... to ... buy that shit, Buck?" 

But the teenager had waited for the twitch in her nipple and the slight 
muscular contraction of her ass. He knew she was at least thinking about it. 
He was ready to start his moves after almost an hour of just relaxing on 
her, nibbling her ears and neck, and writhing his name in her pussy and on 
her tits. 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

Wendy was not relaxed nor was the massage supposed to do less then sexually 
arouse her. Still, the molester had slowed down the sex to explore horizons 
infinitely remote and most incredibly beautiful. The green-eyed beauty was 
now aware of his potential to reveal such a display of her emotions. Within 
the last fifteen hours she had become a brand new personality, one who no 
longer needed to lie to herself nor hide from the world. Buck had made her 
what she had always wanted to be, openly free to give and take and be in on 
the sharing of sex. The boy had brought order out of chaos. She had obeyed 
him and everything emerged from logic. Their sex formed an orderly and 
harmonious whole. 

He had sucked her ears, neck, arms, and fingers. He was now under her arm, 
teasing her tit from the side, drawing sensations from her armpit, and 
nibbling her ticklish rubs. Somewhere else a hand had found the key to her 
whole sexuality again and the clit was obeying its command to set her 
insides on fire. The free hand was solely in love with her nipples. Her ass 
was responding to a pulsating, throbbing heat pouring from his dick and 
sending signal flashes to her sphincter. 

But the widow had caught on to the sudden sense of meaning, a meaning far 
bigger than the world she had trapped herself in before last night. Her 
personal preoccupations with her self-serviced, manual manipulations seemed 
so trivial compared to what this eighteen year old was offering. She knew 
now why she had stopped to talk to him, why she said those things, why she 
left her window open last night while thinking about him during her 
masturbation. The goddess realized that her increased sexual excitation and 
his permissiveness was not the disintegrating morals but recognition that 
their fun was in contact with hidden powers only they were able to find at 
new heights. 

The queen began to squirm until she had completely maneuvered herself into 
position to lick at the hard boner. There was a little facial surprise in 
Buck's expression but it had the overtones of delight. As she felt her mouth 
fill with the heated organ, she knew she was being honest with herself for 
the first time since she saw her best friend raped and sexually abused. She 
actually wanted to taste this boy's cum, wanted him to explode down her 
throat again, wanted this ten inch penis to be her own exclusive dick. 

"Mmmmmoooornrr ... mmmmm...." Wendy moaned all over his prick while she 
reached around him, grabbed his bare ass, and pulled him to her for more. 
She wanted him, needed him, and was going to have him. After weakly 
rejecting him all the time, she had to find a way to prove this was no act, 
that she was falling in love ... if not with him then with his cock. 

The goddess had experienced a mood of deeper inner sincere serenity last 
night. Her own fantasies led her through vast inner spaces but it took Buck 
to show her the strange and wonderful significances inside herself that she 
was never aware of. The teenager had cut her off from all meaning during the 
first act, then suddenly overwhelmed her with a sense of the interesting 
infinite he seemed to know. Buck was a lover. Buck was hers. Buck had given 
her the fact that she was everything but that everything was nothing without 
him to guide her. 

Frantically, the queen ran her hands up and down the muscular, hairy legs 
while taking more and more of his prick into her mouth. She drew on the hot 
shaft until the silky head nudged the back of her throat. He was going to 
pull back but she sucked and swirled her tongue around the head, closing her 
lips tightly to keep from losing all of it. With his legs touching hers in 
the odd position, she went for all the delicious cock she could swallow by 
remembering to breathe through her nose and relax her throat. Seconds later, 
the fantastic penis exploded and Wendy swallowed the gushing globs of milky 
cum. Again, it was too much and, as Buck withdrew, it poured out over her 
face, neck, and tits. The beauty was bathing with pure delight. 

The meaning behind her newfound sex was so intense that it surrounded and 
surpassed all that the widow could conceive in her loneliness. Her new 
fantasies, especially those coming true because of Buck, now gave Wendy the 
capacity to grasp the subtle reasoning and distinctions behind her thoughts. 
New energetic and imaginative dreams told her this was the male, or at least 
the red-hot prick, she wanted, desired, needed. Any lacking capacity for 
registering subtle thoughts and vibrations before this only stood as one 
more clue of her disintegrating existence within her loneliness. The goddess 
had developed an increasing stillness overnight for concentration, 
attempting to tap the powers of her master's subconscious mind and learn his 
secrets. Not all in failure, she attempted to become aware of the forces 
between her and Buck which were normally inaccessible to their 
consciousness. Her conclusion was that his love for her was real. 

She drew the emptying prick back into her mouth and sighed as she sucked 
that fantastic rod dry. Even after the contractions stopped and Buck sighed 
with pleasure as he played with her tits, Wendy kissed and licked the smooth 
head clean. Her continuous licking and playing, especially the light tickle 
she was giving the hair on the back of his legs and around his ass, refused 
to permit him to go limp. Moments later, he was standing at full strength 
again. 

Nothing was left of her loneliness, including her personality. She had 
taken, had been forced to take, so much. Now she had to have him, or at 
least his sexual mannerisms. The queen had been condemned by her captor for 
being trapped within artificial bounds, of living a materialistic, sexless 
life. He had left it up to her to discover that she had denied herself all 
dreams which could not be held within these restrictions. Wendy had forced 
herself to live in a desiccated, sterilized world with an infinite number of 
taboos self-imposed upon every one of her thoughts. Now she was freeing 
herself and she was loving it. 

"F.f.f ... fuck me, Buck ... now ... fuck me now! Please, Buck?" Wendy fell 
back on her pillow in slow motion with her legs spread open in an obscene 
flex. Her belly was heaving with her sobs of pure lust. She let her passion 
build while her master gently massaged her thighs but realized he was not 
going to obey her ... and she loved it! His lips moved up her inner thigh to 
her pussy. She threw her legs out wider. He enveloped her cunt with his 
mouth. She squealed and kicked her legs over his shoulders, grabbed his dark 
curls, and shoved his face into her sopping snatch. 

"Buckkkkkk! Yeeeeee ... eeessss ... suck me ... eat me ... now ... NOW! 
EEEEeeeeeetttttt mmmmmmmmeeeee ... I ... iiimmmmm ... 
cccooommmmiiinnnggg...." The victim writhed, squirmed, wiggled, thrashed 
around on her new love toy. His tongue moved in and out, penetrating the 
pink folds of her pussy and entering her vagina with experienced, darting, 
exploring thrusts. It attacked the erect nub of flesh at the top of her box 
and forced the clitoris to boil her brain. She jerked spasmodically and 
lifted her hips completely off the bed as her orgasm broke over her tortured 
body. She could feel his heavy sucking, swallowing any amount of her juices 
as he could lap up. She had been driven to the brink by giving him an 
unbelievable blow job, one which dried him up, then filled him up again. Her 
orgasms in this round were far from settling. He went in after more, 
building her even higher. 

Wendy could no longer go back to her world of depression. The problems could 
no longer remain permanently in the back of her mind as worries, eating up 
vital energies. She had feared that each additional problem became bigger 
while her energy became lower. Wendy was drifting toward a hyper-esthetic 
condition in which her life became a series of insurmountable obstacles. 
Buck was now crushing all obstacles. His hands were running up and down her 
nudity, clutching her heaving breasts. The begging goddess pulled his face 
deeper into her cunt and bounced up and down on the mattress. 

"B.B.Buckkkk ... ooohhhaaa ... aaaeeeeessss ... eeeessss ... oh, oh, oh 
ooooOOHHHH ... YEEESSSSS ... eat me, you mother-fucker ... 
uh.uh.oh.eeessSS!" 

Buck was making himself at home, forgetting about his own pleasure and 
getting his rocks off mouth-to-pussy. She felt herself in new forms of 
heights and knew he had become involved in her pleasure, in hearing and 
seeing her explode with, joy. He was not going to stop now. She was already 
tuned to nerves sensitive to lingering desires and could only lie in wait, 
ready to receive all ecstasy. The heating powers drove Wendy higher, higher, 
higher. The tremendous hunger for this sex, this sucking and eating and all 
else held the goddess on her true throne as her lover nipped, lapped, bit, 
and gnawed at her clitoris. 

"B.B.Buckkk ... ssstop ... don't ... I ... I.I.I ... .iiiiieeesssss...." It 
exploded, exploded, again, again, again, exploded, AGAIN! Wendy hung on as 
her sighs banked off her walls in a hollow, shallow, distant voice. Her clit 
stormed her brain with sexual excitement through her spine, giving off 
distinctions of each physical reaction. More force than ever contracted and 
relaxed more often than any other moment throughout her body. Her vaginal 
muscles and pussy lips twisted, relaxed, and contracted involuntarily clear 
up to her heart, neck, and the back of her head. "NNNnnmmmmeeee ... 
eeemmmmoooo ... oorrrrr . . 

Wendy found a new ecstasy as her entire being expanded and contracted to 
tighten against the pleasures of his tongue. The muscles of her spine 
tightened around her ribs and pulled at her breasts pacing with furious 
panting to the lashes of his lapping at her clit. Her heart ran wild as 
Buck's teeth scraped and gently scraped her key with a precise pressure. 
Every new move on his part merged to shake her soul and stimulate her 
boiling brain. 

"Oh, hell ... I never felt this good ... so Yucking great ... oohh ... 
oonnnnmmmm ... so mother-fucking fantastic ... aahhhnnnmmmm ... mmm...." 

The goddess began to lay back and lose herself in thought as her lover 
continued to roll his tongue around her pussy lips, her clitoris, her 
vagina. Her heartbeat accelerated with her heavy breathing as she moved 
through a less powerful climax. She expelled all the air from her lungs with 
a heavy sigh, relieving herself of her overexcitement accumulated to send 
her heart on a rampage. Her attention was on the spastic intensity she 
experienced with sensations within her thighs, abdomen and neck. 

"Oh, Buck ... you are fantastic ... FANtastic! I ... I need you ... I need 
your dick inside me ... I need your tongue all over me and in my cunt ... on 
my tits ... in my mouth...." 

"Do you love me, Wendy?" Buck laughed while lapping up the last of her 
juices from around her anus. 

"I ... lluvvvv fuckkkkkiiinnnggg ... s.s.suckkkiiinnggg ... eeeatttiiinnggg 
... sex ... uh ... uh ... sex...." 

Wendy finally collapsed, so relaxed, so restful. Her heart thundered against 
her ribs, wanting to explode, until it slowed to normal in her wonderful 
fatigue. Buck was nothing less than a stimulating sight conveying visual 
sexual excitement with his ten inch erection standing at attention. He had 
not satisfied himself, interested only in how she responded to his open 
aggression. He whole body, face, mouth, tongue, neck, tits, belly, pubic 
hair, pussy, clit, vagina, ass, thighs, calves, feet, and back, became one 
great erogenous zone. 

"Do you love me, Wendy?" 

"I ... don't know, Buck." 

"Can you?" 

"Yes." 

The goddess realized that her habit of responding easily and having multiple 
orgasms were in favor of her captor. As she let him crawl over her nakedness 
with kisses, the queen wondered if these were undesirable habits or 
repressed desires. 

She saw no way to overcome her need for him now. He had replaced her 
loneliness with conditional favorable attractions, then reconditioned her 
body to accept her desires for sex and a great need for his type of sex. 
Naturally, he had used several means of force such as spanking and tickling 
but each had led to a favorable sexual response. 

Buck knew exactly what he was doing, now tugging at her nipples, still rigid 
and very much alive to his command. He was exercising the new responses as 
often as possible and voluntarily. She could tell herself that she did not 
need him at any given time but her nipples, her cunt, her flesh would react 
against her and call for him. By supplying this unusual sexual demand, all 
of her desires and fantasies would associate themselves with him. 

Wendy stroked the curls of the teenager who had destroyed her entire 
illusory world. His tongue was slipping through her lips, still holding the 
taste of her own love juices. She sucked it in greedily as he fondled her 
beautiful tits and placed her hand over his huge, gigantic cock. She was 
his. She belonged to this prick. She would never again settle for nightly 
walks, teasing, flashing. She rolled over and felt the palpitating phallus 
throbbing heavily in her hand as she climbed on top of Buck and guided the 
dick into her sopping wet pussy. She wanted this, never wanting to stop, not 
able to get enough now. 

The repetition of his sexual domination and the success of his activities 
provided reinforcement regularly within the last eighteen hours. 
Non-reinforcement of the loneliness, or even her own illogical thinking to 
avoid sex, was becoming extinct. She realized that, in her 
self-manipulation, she had let her energy run down, sink lower, run out. She 
had almost wanted to become accustomed to this state of hypertension, to 
accept loneliness as her normal condition. She was taking masturbation for 
granted and not giving any thought to a chance for a new mate until Buck 
plunged his prick inside her pussy. Before this, she had actually ceased to 
notice life outside her teasing fantasizing. Wendy had never considered rape 
a possibility. 

The inner tension from walking among men who could not have her, who she did 
not permit herself to have, continued. In her room, she stared blankly at 
her mirror, her mind grinding away at her loneliness, her empty pussy, her 
cold titties, her ruined beauty. She was almost a vegetable in a zombie-like 
state, dying. It was this cock that had awakened her. 

The goddess felt her stud arch upward and met his eagerness. "Yes ... 
yeeessss ... fuck ... fuck me ... fuck me now...." Wendy searched his eyes, 
nose, cheeks, and found his mouth while rubbing her pelvis against his. His 
dick slid into her hot, wet channel and filled the hole between her legs. 
"Uuunnnmmmm ... Buck, you're so mother-fucking huge ... so cocksucking big 
and mother-fuckjng great ... uh ... uh.uh.uh.uh ... ooohhhnnnnnaaaa ... 
soooo bbiggg and goooooddd...." 

The queen gasped as her rapist entered her with all ten inches by cupping 
the full cheeks of her fantastic ass and pulling her body down to his. She 
spread her legs and straddled him as he arched his hips slightly to give her 
one long thrust. Wendy felt the folds of soft sensitive pink flesh within 
her soft cunt push aside as the gigantic ten incher shoved its way through 
the clasping wetness. 

She forced her tongue into his mouth, it was no secret that he was awed by 
her new passion. The goddess was becoming too much for him. She pumped and 
fucked on the cock with her hotly clasping cunt while burying her teeth into 
his neck. Wendy pulled his fucking fingers between their sweating bodies and 
offered her thirty-nine inch breasts to him for his enjoyment, squeezing, 
teasing, pulling, pinching, playing. 

The widow experienced the new sensation of giving, fully and completely, of 
herself, her body. The complete concentration on sharing her pleasures put 
all of her sense of purpose into fucking him instead of the other way 
around. She became extremely excited by the high level of vital feedback 
filling her brain, her body, her soul. 

The kneading fingers set off her nipples while her pussy was catching fire. 
Now Buck knew just how sensitive her titties were and Wendy squealed with 
satisfaction. Electrical shocks from the friction took over her flesh as the 
queen's green eyes flowed in response to her own sensations. The clasping 
tautness of her own nerves maintained a grip on her new desire to dominate 
the eighteen year old who dared to fuck her. Her rage was openly displayed 
in her moaning. 

"Un ... uh ... uh ... uh.uh.uh.uh.uh.uh.un.-un.unnnnhhhhmmmmmmnnnn...." The 
goddess was enraptured with the boy's muscular, sexual, sensual body and the 
stimulations she received when he moved his hips in unison with her aching, 
wanting, needing pussy. She guided the thrusts of his prick in and out of 
her velvet tunnel and rubbed her swollen clit with the silky head 
maddeningly. She dug in to bite, claw and thrash above him with an 
animal-like cry of need. "I ... I. I. I. I . I . .iiiiieeeeeeaaaahhhhhh ... 
h h h u u u u u n n n n nm m m m meeeeee ... eeeeennnnmmm." The gravel-like 
whiskey tone came from within the deepest regions of her soul as she 
stiffened her muscles for the first waves of her orgasm. The climax washed 
over her, taking her breath away, and began to build again. "UH ... uh ... 
uh.uh.uh ... uh ... un.un.un.un ... unnnn ... UN!" 

Wendy was after Buck, trying to bring him off, but her own excitement was 
keeping him erect and strong. He was not moving a muscle. She felt her 
wonderful titties give into his fantastic fingers, then his mouth as he 
began to swallow deeply, harder, tonguing the nipples as if his life 
depended on it. Every nerve between her clit, through her spine, and into 
her tits were expanding, stretching, tingling, and twitching in shuddering 
movements. The spasms were shoving the air out of her. Wendy was thrashing 
wildly as she cried out again, clawing and gnashing, face to face with the 
flames, squirming with her needs while enjoying her bodily responses. Her 
breathing raced to a high-pitched scream as she dug her fingers into Buck's 
hips in an effort to shove his prick even deeper into her spasming pussy. 
"Uh ... uhhhhiiiiiieeeeee ... eeeeeuuuuuuh ... uh.uuhh!" 

The scream dropped to a low, moaning bass groan as vibrations from the 
orgasm pounded at her brain and drifted off into harmless waves of purring. 
Buck was playing with her clit, her titties, her ass, her desires, every 
dream, wish, and fantasy which he had turned into need. Wendy shuddered 
strongly against his sweating flesh as he withdrew his still swollen prick 
and rolled over to kiss her. 

"I ... I ... f ... f.f.ffff ... fuck ... fuck ... ffummmmmmeeeee ... eemmm!" 
The queen gave into the kiss and dropped back onto her pillow, her body 
exhausted and her flesh wet with her own sweat and their combined juices. 
She sobbed softly and rolled into his extremely comfortable embrace. 

"Easy, Wendy. Just relax and think. Rest." 

"You sonofabitch bastard. I wanted you but ... you wouldn't give me ... any 
... you ... you...." 

"You wanted my dick. You wanted to dominate me. No, Wendy. I want you to 
want me, love me, not just sex. Dogs fuck. Even worms have sex, lots of it. 
I want us to be different, to be so very special. That's it. Relax." 

But Wendy was not relaxing. She was putting this unusual relationship 
together, giving advantages and disadvantages and weighing all of it with 
what she had before Buck forced his way into her home, her pants, her pussy. 
Everything said he was winning. The goddess realized that tiredness, 
overtiredness, depression, boredom, and defeat within her stagnant world 
constituted a vicious circle that had to be avoided if she was to survive 
with a healthy efficiency. Her self-centered world offered a privacy in 
which to die, to rot away with her own finger massaging the beauty of her 
sensuous clitoris. 

Buck was offering an awful lot of successful fucking, sucking, fingering, 
massaging, scratching, eating with love and sharing. She could no longer get 
enough of his sensitivity nor his fucking. Her pussy, tits, legs, mouth, and 
body said yes. 

This teenager's experienced muscles had the effect of immobilizing her 
logically, repressive mind, gave her subliminal powers to rule over her 
whole personality. He had produced the revelations of beauty and horror. 
Wendy no longer limited herself to letting the wind blow her hem up to give 
a flash of thigh to a young boy standing alone on a corner. She was a 
Superwoman, able to strip in front of a room full of men, to give blow jobs 
to half of them while letting the other half fuck her. No matter what he 
decision was, she was never going to be bored again. Still, she did doubt 
that a room full of men could do as much for her as far as satisfaction and 
appeasement than the eighteen year old who had already proven himself. 

With Buck, Wendy had opened her mind to subliminal powers and meanings. For 
the first time in thirty-four years, the goddess had let her mind shed its 
defenses, throw away her shock absorbers, dissolve her insulation. She now 
had a wider, more meaningful need for sex with seductions being similarly 
motivated. The queen had become a slave of her own needs and Buck's desires. 
She had taught the teenager that it was more fun making love to the 
aggressive, highly energetic, glamorous, challenging victim than to the 
placid, domestic little girls he was used to. Wendy was used to being 
independent and high-spirited, a fight cat battling for her place in 
society, but she had never felt like a feminine siren until now. 

The queen began squirming around Buck until her pussy was near his mouth 
while she faced the ten inch love muscle. When the glistening head of his 
swollen prick touched her lips, she opened her mouth slightly and licked out 
with her tongue. 

"Yes, Wendy, it's yours ... lick it good, baby ... lick it all ... all 
over...." 

"I need you, Buck, and I'll suck this mother-fucker until all the cum you 
have left is in my tummy!" She licked the tactile surface of her toy, then 
laved it wetly. Her power was growing from the way the cock was standing 
straight out for her from his hairy balls. Wendy took the dick in her hands, 
felt its pulse, made love to it, and caressed it dreamily while her mind 
viewed her circumstances for her. 

She knew that Buck's development of a mere will power over her was basically 
futile. Sex was only the spearhead of his purpose, and that his main purpose 
was to be with her. Since everything was concentrated on this purpose, she 
could turn the role's around at any point, dominate him, make him do her 
bidding for hours on end. 

She wanted to feel this prick deep inside her right now. She swallowed, 
licked her lips, then ran her mouth over the entire, throbbing length. She 
withdrew, felt Buck shove his hips forward slightly, and let the swollen 
silken head disappear into her hotly sucking mouth. Then she drew in more 
and more of the smooth shaft as it tickled the roof of her mouth while her 
tongue worked underneath for the sensitive veins. Finally, the head nudged 
the back of her throat. 

It was no surprise when Buck took her head in his hands and reminded her to 
breathe through her nose and relax her throat. It was almost natural now. 
Wendy could feel the head of his penis begin to slide even further into her 
constricting muscles. There was no gagging nor choking, but a pure pleasure 
of having this cock in her mouth, down her throat. She squirmed until her 
pussy felt his tongue and, as he withdrew slightly, she lapped the underside 
of his dick. She was taking the length of his prick, all ten inches, into 
her throat without him shoving it, excited by his words. 

"Suck me off, baby ... lick my prick ... suck it deep inside you and don't 
let any of the cum escape your sweet mouth...." 

She permitted him to stop eating her and slowly shift positions until he was 
kneeling in front of her. She placed his hands on her face and let his hips 
stroke in and out, moving the cock up and down her hot, cocksucking throat. 
She loved it! She loved him, and they both knew it. 

Her lips were ovaled obscenely while enjoying such a sensuous love. When he 
withdrew it to the head, Wendy sucked wildly, sucking her cheeks in to hold 
her grip and suck it back down her throat because it was hers now. 

Wendy realized the true direction for consciousness lay in a knowledge 
expansion, something she had attempted through reading but something she 
could not bring a practical application to. Now she had a wider grasp of 
relations of her world by illuminating and supplementing lunar insights of 
her world in her subconscious. Her problems were sexual before she developed 
her mental shield. Her family believed sex was a forbidden word. Sam made it 
worse by restricting her activities in a time when free love practices were 
common. 

Her problems were sexual during her invisible shield. She could not be 
unfaithful to Sam, even two years after his death. Her own teenage daughter 
thought she was square. There was a bitterness between the women because 
Wendy had been on Sam's back about ignoring her in bed. Now the child would 
rather be on her own, with friends her own age who were already sprouting 
sexual reputations. 

But Wendy found a purpose for going on through this rape, in all this 
sucking, fucking, and eating. She had found a male to share her desires 
with, one who would teach her to be human again. She was in no hurry to 
bring Buck off. She wanted this dick in her mouth for the rest of the night. 
It was hers now. He was hers. 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

Buck had been standing for what seemed like eternity. He had moved to this 
position when his dream-lover decided to take her own sweet time sucking off 
his prick. He looked down at her kneeling position with a shock at what had 
come over her. Her auburn waves floated down over her large tits and his 
balls. Her ass quivered with every little thrill she found in giving him 
this blow job. A sensuous thrill of his own was in watching what had been a 
very suppressed personality taking his ten inch cock like a champ. It was 
sliding deep into her throat, then withdrawing to its head very slowly, in, 
out, in, out, down, up, down, up, again, again. 

Windy was on her haunches, squirming comfortable and alive with desire. His 
semen was already rising but he had a lot of practice for staying power. But 
his knees began to tremble as this sensation washed upwards from his legs 
where she was caressing to the pit of his stomach where her hair brushed 
him. 

He began fucking her mouth faster and faster, deeper and deeper, his huge 
balls swinging freely and slapping her on the chin. It was exciting to do 
what he had dreamed for years but could have died right then if she did not 
enjoy it so much. He then tensed and held her with his dick buried deep in 
her throat. The contractions wrenched his body and his cock erupted in great 
spurts, gushing over the soft lining of her throat. 

Wendy swallowed as the constricting muscles of her throat took all he could 
give. The milky fluid sent great waves of pleasure coursing through her 
spasming body. Feeling the heated organ being pulled from her throat until 
only the head remained in her mouth, she swallowed time and time again, not 
wanting to lose one precious drop of the love potion she had stirred all by 
herself. The sticky cum poured down her throat. She was able to taste the 
faintly acrid fluid as it washed over her tongue and filled her cheeks. Then 
came the final climax and Buck withdrew his limp muscle. The goddess felt a 
great emptiness, as if he had taken something very precious away from her. 
She realized it would be a greater emptiness if he walked out on her now. 

"You were great, Wendy." 

"I ... I did it ... myself, Buck." She almost sounded childish. 

"Great! I mean it." He felt good for her. 

"I can get that mother-fucker up again." 

"I know, baby, but I have lots of ways. Besides, why stop now?" 

"Buck ... about us? I've been thinking. . . ? " 

"You really know where my greatest hang-up is?" 

"Right here, you hungry mother-fucker!" She held her tits close together and 
let the crevice lead to her large nipples angrily in between the large rich 
mounds of her breasts. "Take all you want. Suck them, eat them, bite them, 
fuck them if you want. I want you to." 

"The satin's wet, Wendy. Let's strip the bed.. . . " 

"And what?" She had already thrown the pillows on the floor. "You'll see." 

Wendy did all of the work. "Now what?" 

"Get on your knees and face the head of the bed on your face." 

"You horny sonofabitch." She laughed, remembering how he had entered her 
pussy so deeply from this position previously. 

"Are you ready to admit you love me, Wendy?" 

"What the hell do I have to do to prove it? You've done every mother-fucking 
thing in the book.. . ? " 

Suddenly, panic set in as the goddess felt him spread her legs lewdly and 
press his mouth between the cheeks of her ass to lick her crack wetly with 
his hot tongue. He was kneeling behind her, glaring at the tightly puckered 
flesh of her asshole. With the drapes drawn, it appeared much darker than 
the surrounding flesh. He licked the growth of hair lightly growing about 
the fringes. Wendy dropped the shock and picked up the pleasure as Buck 
kissed her wetly, then dragged his tongue from the bottom of her pussy 
upwards and forced the tip of his tongue into the tightly clasping orifice. 
The queen shuddered and began to breathe heavily as he continued the 
procedure thirty-four times. Everything was for the number of her age. 

"Oh ... oh Buck ... oooeeessssss ... nnniii ... I ... wha ... what are you 
go ... going to do ... doooooo?" 

"Shhh!" 

His tongue slipped in and out of her as if fucking her. It worked its way 
back down to her pussy, lapped in and out, then dragged the hairline from 
the bottom of her pussy to the heat of her asshole. Flames of new desires 
flared in luminous intensity to set her spine on focus from fires in her 
belly. Now it was the queen's ass that was standing out, dominating 
the.scene. She wanted to object but her throat thickened with the immediacy 
to whine and whimper to the pleasures. Her brain darkened with a wild 
impulse to get away, strike back, stop him, but an overwhelming urge to 
prove her love for him and to accept the sensations being drawn between her 
cunt and her ass forced her to stay put. Her perspiration built from a 
steady growing climax she was never aware of before. 

Buck pushed the large, heavy, round buttocks apart and stared at her pink 
puckered ring. The light hairline seemed to stop around the edges. His lover 
pushed her ass up tight on his mouth. He stuck his tongue in as far as he 
could and inhaled. The anus rested at the suction of his lips. 

"Aaannn ... nnnmmm...." Wendy felt the tickle of Buck's tongue running 
across her anus and shivered with the delicate stimulation. The 
experimenting caresses of his tongue were following the circle of her anus, 
learning it, wetting it to gather up the taste and feel of her flesh down 
there. Then her hesitant fears turned to sheer ecstasy as a free hand moved 
through her reddish-brown bush to give a gentle push against the heated lips 
of her cunt and enter, his finger snaking along straight to her clitoris. 

"Oh.. . ! " Wendy gasped when she felt the tongue dig where no sex member 
had ever been before. 

"Oh, yes, Wendy! I've been dreaming of fucking your ass for years and I 
don't care whether I go to jail or hell for this, I've got to fuck this 
fantastic ass ... I'm going to fuck you up the ass, Wendy!" 

"Uuugggnnnooo ... oh ... oh, no ... oh, please don't ... don't fuck me there 
... Buck, I'll do anything but ... oh, no...." The goddess was lost between 
objecting and reactions toward the tongue worming into her tightly clasping 
asshole. Her body stiffened under the thrust of his wet member. Then the 
second sphincter opened and he jammed his face into her open ass to thrust 
deeper, trying to bury his tongue deep in her asshole. With his hand playing 
with her clit, Wendy did not want him to withdraw. When his second hand took 
a hold on her heaving tit, she gave in. 

The queen felt her rectum fill and bit her lip until the pain of his forcing 
subsided. He withdrew his tongue to continue with further stimulations. When 
the stroking took over again and again, she knew it was not fear but 
excitement that heated her ass. She squealed as the finger made itself at 
home with her clit, slowly climbing into her vagina a few times, then 
returning to rub the key. Wendy was cringing in anticipation, knowing what 
he was going to do, being kept off guard by not knowing when and his two 
pleasure-giving hands. Every nerve was on end, waiting, receiving. 

"Relax, Wendy." 

"I ... I can't!" She was conscious of the fires tormenting her insides. A 
swift flow of tortured veins tightened on her full, expanding ass. 
Increasing desires became tension reaching for the ultimate. Her hips were 
already moving to the stroking finger in her snatch. The goddess was setting 
herself up for another orgasm, anticipating it with eagerness. She shoved 
back into his nose, the licking tongue, the nibbling mouth. She gave in to 
the gentle push of wetness against her hole. Millions of small stimulations 
merged into one growing sensation. Her consciousness hung on by degrees. 

"Oh ... oh yes ... ooohhh yeeeeeesss ... eat me, Buck ... eat my ass!" Wendy 
could feel the flowing wetness of his tongue as it softly slipped around 
inside of her asshole. It was a gentle swirling sensation throbbing through 
her spine to her brain in tremendous proportions. Buck was reaming her, 
imbedding his life into that fantastic ass he had watched for years, finding 
out now that it was still virgin and all his. He was massaging and loving it 
as the goddess wished. Yet her hips and wide spread legs swam under his face 
from the pleasures she was receiving from his fingers. 

Buck was paying little attention to the moaning with his interest on the 
beautiful pink pucker she was offering him. The initial bitterness had 
disappeared from the taste and the hole was begging for his tongue. He 
probed the wet member up hard and felt the cheeks give way, then the muscle 
part around his tongue. It was a tight voyage, squeezing him tighter as he 
climbed higher. Suddenly, he did not push hard. The drawing power of her 
muscles sucked his tongue in. 

Buck was going out of his mind, slurping up all he could steal from her 
hole. It had been years! He drove his tongue deep and let it slide back out. 
It was thrilling to be this intimate. He pulled on her hips and tried to 
hold her squirming ass still while his tongue whipped with greater and 
stronger lashes inside her pink, tight hole. He mounted his attack, wiping 
the cheeks of her heavy buttocks with wide sweeps of his tongue and kisses. 

Wendy was thrilled and extremely excited. She felt the moisture in her mouth 
increase as she felt the silky smooth head of his prick snake up her inner 
thigh. The ten inch shaft was at full force, standing out from his giant 
balls and thick black hair. She remembered how fantastic her mouth and pussy 
felt when filled with this beautiful phallus. The queen's thighs grew warm 
around her deliciously waiting pussy lips. When the expected hand moved 
across the cheeks of her ass, she drew a deep breath. Buck was massaging, 
caressing, rubbing, soothing each cheek, loving her ass. 

"Are you relaxed?" 

"I ... I don't know?" But it felt great. Pleasant waves of tingling lust 
flowed along her spine to her brain, making the fine hairs around her ass 
and on her neck stand out with excitement. 

"Just relax, Wendy." 

"I ... I can't." 

"Do you trust me?" He slipped his fingers deeper into the crack of her ass, 
caressing, rubbing, soothing her spine. 

"Y ... yes?" Wendy gasped as his hands and fingers concentrated on heating 
her insides, knowing just where and when to touch. A ringer was playing 
across the sensitive tissues of her hole, not shoving, probing nor hurting. 
It was circling, petting and tickling to stimulate her pussy. When Wendy 
felt him spreading the cheeks of her ass and the warmth of his mouth on her 
crack. She bit her lip and moaned as the tongue slipped in. No pain. 
Pleasure came with the ease with which it entered her. The goddess tried to 
relax, attempted to loosen her anus and take away her natural resistance. 

The widow trembled and squirmed as the tongue swirled around several times 
to give the circular lip of her asshole a thoroughly wet coating. She was 
writhing with both humiliation and pleasurable shock. Then he pulled her 
head down between her legs, the position he had watched her use to suck on 
her own nipples with, and let her look at the reflection in the 
mitten-cleaned glass. The heaviness of her ass was shaking slightly. The 
white cheeks had a darker lining where her short-shorts had stopped the sun. 
Her anus was clear with a red heat from all of his playing and licking at 
the proud flesh. Her cheeks were parted and a wet line was drawn from her 
anus to the bottom of her eager pussy. 

Buck moved to kneel behind her again and let her glare at his swollen prick 
as he reached for her tits. Her breathing went wild as he cupped his 
favorite toys to squeeze them. The rush of blood inside the queen's head 
helped her embarrassment with this humiliating position. She knew her captor 
wanted these activities to be as crude and obscene as he could get away with 
but she found an unexplainable excitement building within her. 

Her gasping had been replaced by a constant, deep moaning in her throat. Her 
pussy was sopping wet and her asshole was just as hot with anxiousness. She 
let out the moan when Buck dropped one hand down to finger her snatch. The 
firm, full tissues cried juices of passion as his finger slid deep into her 
vagina, then returned to wiggle her tissues and tantalize her clitoris. 

"B ... B.B.Buck ... I ... oh ... oh.. , . . " 

"Easy, baby. Just open your cunt for me. I'm going to fuck you dizzy." 

"Yes ... yes ... oh, y eeesss...." Wendy's clit begged for attention, 
extremely sensitive to the friction she was receiving. She let the penis 
enter from the rear but it was still climbing when she expected it to end. 
Her brain jerked with each pounding. A new lust built on her violent emotion 
with magnificent control. A breathless whine told that he had brought her 
this high before near unbelievable stimulations. Sensations reached an 
extremely high intensity as Wendy attempted to hold on. His uninterrupted 
foreplay converted shock into new sensations. Her vaginal walls contracted. 

B. B . B . B u u u u u u k k kkkkeeeeee ... eeeiiieeeaaahhh ... 
uuuhhhnnnmmm...." The goddess never expected the full ten inches to be 
forced to pace in her from this end. It had parted her delicate hole so 
gently but was now racing with her heartbeat. She gave a low groan from deep 
within her throat as the driving prick ripped fiercely into the shuddering 
pit of boiling lava. Then he let the dick slide out of the spasming orgasm 
to ride from her pussy to her anus. 

"Oh, yes, Buck ... fuck me ... fuck me good ... Buck! Oh! Oh, no, not there 
... please don't ... don't fuck me there! Bu ... auuuggg!" Wendy felt the 
tight grip he placed around her waist, then the smashing force of his brutal 
prick as it broke through the first of the taut muscles. The mammoth dick 
separated her ass cheeks with a hot, jamming force to push the smooth head 
past the constricted clamp of her assaulted hole. "P ... p ... please ... no 
... not back there ... no.. . . " 

But the attack continued. The queen's consciousness flowed in an 
ever-developing and more vivid stream. Wendy had been here before, arching 
as a nervous dynamo, jumpy with her hunger to respond. She now held her 
concentration steady on the phallus deep inside of her ass, contemplating 
the strengths and weaknesses of the cock which had penetrated her vulnerable 
hole. Its power surged as acid streams of sensations flowing into her blood, 
pouring along new nerves in her rectum, poisoning reservoirs of logic. A new 
wave of desire blurred her reasoning. The tightening responses in her 
rectum, in her pussy, and in her nipples were overwhelming. Her sphincter 
felt as if bathed in molten lava. Sheer sensuality of sodomy thundered 
through her being. 

Wendy tried to relax. She knew the power and size of that fantastic cock but 
she could never picture his enormous muscle in her ... in there! First, she 
felt loose and wanted to piss, then pain was jabbing inside her belly and 
she wanted to die. Now there was a kind of pleasure shooting up her spine, a 
pleasure she never knew existed. She spread herself wider as Buck jabbed 
with short stabs against the restraint of her anus until it started to 
release and accept the gigantic entry of the prick. She arched as he shoved 
deeper into the revolted tissues of the rectum. Her grip tightened instead 
of loosening as she was trying. Her muscles twisted, hugged, and fought him. 
Then she clamped her sore asshole tight to squeeze the infuriated prick. 

Buck was fascinated by the appearance of his entry into the ass he loved so 
much for so long. "Easy." 

"I ... I ... Ooohhh.. . ? " 

She felt the long stab as Buck drove in as far as he could, six inches with 
four inches to push with. The sudden thrust plowed the dick to her painful 
depths inside the trembling hole. "Unngg ... ggn ... ummmmmmnnnmmmmmm...." 
It hurt, being so big and hard. The anus felt like it was ripping, tearing, 
shredding around the prick. Then it was hot, as hot as her pussy and 
nipples, and the agony heated and melted away the same way it had when he 
fucked her pussy, her throat, sucked her tits, and ate her cunt. 

Wendy squealed with a begging delight. A flood of gushing cream covered his 
finger and spilled from her vagina and sent her trembling hot thighs into 
spasms. The goddess threw her ass back into his balls and felt the prick 
muscling inside her. The deeper it went, the better it felt. She now knew 
why some women preferred to take it up the ass. The more of her rectum that 
swallowed the thick, heated penis, the greater was her orgasmic pleasures. 
Buck gave her ass a dozen driving thrusts and exploded from his own 
friction. The queen sucked in a deep breath and experienced the hot cum 
being poured into her ass and seeping down her twitching anus into her 
trembling pussy. 

"Oh, yes ... yeeesss ... ooohhh eeeeeesss ... oh yes ... oh yes ... oh!" 
Wendy drifted into a terrible frenzy. She closed her anus on the six inches 
the young stud could get into her. She wanted the other four. The queen was 
forcing her mind to meet his punishing charge. Buck shifted the weight on 
his knees to slam his prick from side to side inside her but Wendy was 
clipping her heavy ass to send streams of pleasure back along his embedded 
cock. "I ... I ... oooaaahhhhhhnnn...." She was jarred by the overwhelming 
climax and almost collapsed as the orgasm shook her whole being. 
"Oooaaammmnnn ... nnnaaaiii ... oh yes ... yeeesss ... oh ... oh.oh.oh ... 
un.un.un ... uh.uh.uh.uuuhhhmmmmmmnnnaaa." She was swaying from side to 
side, building on his partial erection, bringing him up again. Her auburn 
waves splashed against his sweat and swept the bed under her. Her tits 
bounced in every direction as her pussy gurgled with the abundant flow of 
love juices. Her panting was exhales of unexpected pleasures, each exhale 
ending in a heated sound. The queen's heart jumped in anger. Then came the 
pressure from his full erection. "Yes, Wendy?" 

"Oh yes! YEEESSS! I want you to fuck me up the ass ... give me all you've 
got ... yes, Buck ... yes ... yes ... oh, yeeessssSS.. . . " 

Again she felt him spread her ass cheeks and his tongue was licking her hole 
lewdly. Her expression turned to fascination as he rubbed his prick all over 
the tight anal ring. Licking her lips in anticipation, she spread her legs 
wider. But Buck did not tell her he was going to try to get all ten inches 
up her ass. He shoved forward with his hips and the swollen head lunged to a 
depth he had never reached before, stretching his lover's tightly clenching 
asshole. 

"Ohhh ... no ... noooooo ... you're tearing my ass apart ... b.b.b.Buck, 
you're killing m.m.m ... kiiillliiinnnggg mmmeeeeee...." But Wendy accepted 
another inch of prick into her stretching asshole. She shuddered under his 
rougher thrust and relaxed another ring of anal muscle. Then the pleasure 
ran up her spine again. He was reaching under her to slide two fingers into 
her pussy. She was dripping wet and sucked his fingers into her vagina with 
the fantastic spasms. 

"Ummmmmmmeee . . .eee.o.o.mmmmmmnnnnn ... yes ... yes ... yes ... YES!" The 
mmmmmmmm up her ass and swirled into chaos. The pleasure was maddening but 
her concentration was essential to memorize the experience. Wendy's nerves 
and anal muscles squirmed and lightened around the throbbing, pulsating 
member. New flames flared in incandescent violence to eat at the furious 
pace of the pounding cock. Sodomy influenced the atmosphere while the act of 
being fucked up the ass added to each of the other games Buck found to 
explore her with in the last part of the second day. 

"Come on, Buck ... more ... give me more ... deeper ... yeeesss...." The 
goddess wondered how many more man or men had sat with their pricks in their 
fists and dreamed of fucking her from behind, wanting to bury their cocks 
deep in her heavy, shivering, aching asshole with obscenely dressed 
fantasies. Now Wendy was fully aware of the fact that she was as guilty as 
her rapist with this act as a feeling of sudden exhilaration. The dick 
pumped in and out of her rectal opening while his huge balls slapped the 
back of her thighs. With his fingers stroking in and out of her heated 
pussy, it was like a double fucking. There was no way of stopping herself 
from the building orgasm with the pumping members going full force. It was 
also clear that she could no longer call it rape. She was as cooperative and 
as willing as Buck was horny. 

"Ugnnn ... ughhhnnnnnn ... oh.oh.oh ... yes ... yes ... fuck me ... fuck me 
in the ass, Buck ... I ... I ... want it all the way in ... noowww. . . ? " 
Her wild craving tore at her pulpitant muscles. The prick was all the way up 
in her and climbing its last inches, throbbing as a part of her being. Her 
defiance to hold back the orgasm expanded her breast muscles. Her clit, now 
under the control of his two inserted fingers, gave in to him with its 
abundant supply of nerves. It erected and relaxed again and again with 
extremely sensitive passions. The speed and depth of his cock up her asshole 
was furious, intensifying sensations. Her stomach muscles pulled. Breathing 
disturbed the apartment's deafening tranquility. The tenseness flaming along 
the nerves in her spine was pressing with unrelenting strength. 

"Oh ... oh ... uuuggghhhnnnnnnaaaiii ... I ... I ... feel you in my asshole 
... fuck ... fucking ... fucking m.m.m.mmmeeeeee ... oh ... oh ... I ... 
OHHH!" Wendy stiffened and gave way to her orgasm as her pussy splattered 
her juices all over his fucking fingers. When she shivered heavily, she 
tightened the muscles in her asshole. Buck tightened his own contractions to 
stop his own climax. When she felt his fingers dig into her hips, she bucked 
beneath him and held on as her tightly clenched asshole tried to milk his 
aching prick dry. Waves, waves and more waves passed over her. 

Wendy slumped forward and sobbed lightly as Buck withdrew and shot his cum 
all over her back, buttocks, and thighs. She heard the obscene popping sound 
as the cock was pulled from her hole and she felt suddenly empty, losing its 
filling warmth. His mouth was on her legs immediately. The world gradually 
faded and her consciousness became reflex. Wendy was beat. She wanted to 
drift off to sleep. Her mind was eliminated, results of her sexual 
excitement. She had gone through this before but only with Buck. She knew 
there was nothing to fear because Buck was here. 

The goddess could hear her seducer breathing heavily. He was sucking the cum 
from her thighs while chewing on her muscles. She let him slip his tongue 
back in to get the juices from her pussy and ass. She could not hide the 
quiver her ass made when he licked, bit, kissed, and tickled her heavy 
buttocks. As he crawled up her back with the tip of his tongue, then the 
width of his sweeping wet member, she wanted to put the last twenty hours 
together. 

"What about us?" Buck wanted an answer. "I want to rest, Buck." 

"You're still being a bitch. I want to rest, too." 

"If it will make you rest better, I want to work something out but I have a 
few things to think over first." 

"Where's the problem, Wendy? The neighbors?" 

"Screw the mother-fucking bastards who try to tell me how to live. You're my 
prick and you'll be fucking me, not them." 

"What then?" 

"Where's Cynthia?" 

Buck stretched out on the bed beside her and rolled to stare at the pictures 
hanging around the room. Wendy lifted her head to his silence before he 
decided to tell her the truth. "I don't know." 

"What?" A slight grin came over the widow's face, half relief and half 
confusion. 

"Your mother and her other grandmother took her to Canada for a week without 
telling you." 

"No kidnapping?" Wendy started to laugh through her wet auburn strands 
hanging over her face. 

"No kidnapping. No rape. No break-in. You invited me in an exclusive 
seductive manner, seduced me, asked me to stay over, and made me do your 
bidding." 

"And I have no case, Buck?" 

"It's all your apartment, your drinks, your pictures, your satin sheets, and 
everything." 

"How long will this go on?" 

"I'm really hoping I'm good enough to make you want me to be here all the 
time ... which I will if you ask, Wendy." 

"You're good enough. I'm thinking it over, but ... what if I screamed right 
now?" 

"You would end up in jail for false arrest. But, assuming I don't want you 
to scream, do you know how strong I am?" 

"I know all about your knockout punch. What you're saying is that I'm the 
one you've kidnapped and this is rape!" 

"You've learned a lot tonight, Wendy." 

"Well, Buck, first I'm going to get some sleep because you fucked me 
bone-tired. When I awaken, we're going to shower and eat. At that time, I 
want some answers. There's no doubt that I turn your dick on nor that you 
may even love me. There's a good chance that I may like you enough to keep 
you ... but a lot of the action don't make no mother-fucking sense." 

"Right, baby." 

"And stop calling meee ... eeemmmmmm! UM! UM!" 

Buck had waited until he caught his breath. Wendy was tired and her guard 
was down again. He rolled on top of her and slid his growing erection inside 
her anus. The muscles were relaxed enough to get past the first anal ring 
before she squeezed her asshole shut. He pulled it out with the popping 
sound again. 

"I do what I want when I want to. I don't explain sense until you start 
coming half way." 

"Ummmmmmgggggg?" Wendy fought to free her face from the mattress and was 
surprised that he not only let her up for air but rolled her over face up. 
She realized that by letting him fuck her up the ass, she had given in to 
the ultimate, that everything she had and was had been given to Buck. 

Instead of the fight she was going to give, the goddess felt his hot, 
pulsating prick against the palm of her hand. There was little fear and 
plenty of desire. The throbbing dick in her hand represented all that she 
had longed for over the last two lonely years ... and possibly from the time 
she witnessed the rape of her best friend at the age of fourteen. There was 
no longer any fear of the unknown gnawing at her. 

When her stud made no move against her, she closed her green eyes and began 
teasing the penis to its full erection. Wendy closed her second hand over 
the cock and rubbed the sensitive flesh of the head. Her fingers fondled and 
explored the whole length of the ten inches. It was all hers for as long as 
she wanted it. It was less than a subtle change that came over her. The 
queen licked her lips. Her breathing became more rapid and shallow. Playing 
with his dick was only a hint of how aroused she had become because of his 
sometimes gentle, sometimes rough, guessing games. 

Unlike normal fear Wendy would experience with rape in the immediate 
present, Buck was going to force her to always anticipate future harm with 
something always unexpected. It would be new. It would be constant, yet a 
constantly changing state of pain-pleasure anxiety. 

Wendy was left with the problem of establishing a pattern for bracing 
herself with. Buck's mood was mild, then intense, occasional, yet continuous 
with a sexual flare. When he ate her, played with her, kissed her all over, 
the goddess could control her own aroused desires with the mild and 
continuous state. It was the belt, brush, tickling, and various forms of 
fucking that made her question each new sound, each new move, each 
unexpected bite. An intense sensation multiplied the orgasm by a hundred. 

But the goddess knew her reasons for questioning were justified. Her 
rapist's activities contained dangers seen and unseen, a strong possibility 
of the loss of her shield and the knowledge that she could never rebuild it 
again. Now it seemed her immediate deep discomfort changed as her conditions 
changed. There was always a lack of means to take precautions against the 
inevitable fuck once Buck got into her apartment but now she not only wanted 
him to fuck her, but also to continuously make love to her, to her body, to 
eat her tits and pussy, and to fuck her pussy, mouth, and asshole as much as 
possible. 

As Wendy manipulated the steaming flesh of her seducer's prick, she let her 
excitement rise with the precious jewel she was stroking. She stroked the 
satin shaft and felt the pulse throbbing hard for her. The queen moved her 
pussy closer to it and forced her hip forward to thrust her thick mat of 
pubic hair over its head. She buried the head in the growth above her pussy 
and began an external masturbation. When she finally spread her legs wide, 
the silky head came in contact with the moist flesh of her boiling pussy. 
Wendy felt her young lover's hands on her tits as she slowly rubbed his dick 
up and down the length of her snatch. 

"Oh, yes ... yes ... ooohhh ... yeeesss ... uuuhhhh.. . . " 

"Say you love me, Wendy." 

"Uuuhhh-hhhaaahhh ... yes ... yes ... ooohhh ... eeeeeessssss.. . . " 

"Say it, Wendy. I want to hear you say it." 

"I ... doooooo ... ooohhh ... yeeessssss ... I ... ooohhh...." She moaned to 
the heat of his cock against her burning flesh, letting him stroke her 
begging cunt more deeply. A finger worked between the moist folds to find 
her clitoris beneath its fleshy hood at the top of her pussy. She began a 
slow rotating motion with her hips to his soft fondling. Unexpectedly as 
always, he gave a dozen deep quick thrusts with his finger inside her vagina 
and set her insides on fire. Then he slowly ran his finger over the 
hair-lined lips of her pussy to make her purr. 

She wondered how he could read her desires so well and manipulate her soul. 
It could have been a dozen different reactions to his stimulations. An 
overlong reaction, senseless responses, no response at all, repetition of a 
previous response, a defect in a response made previously, misunderstandings 
of his orders, or a repetition of an order verbally would tell him exactly 
when he had touched upon any hidden desires sucking on her brain. He knew so 
much about her now. She did not want to let him go. 

Wendy shivered as Buck threw his leg over hers and kissed her passionately 
as she writhed beneath the fingering. The hot prick throbbed warmly on her 
thigh, pointed toward her pussy, as his tongue speared into her waiting 
mouth. She swallowed when he moved from her lips but she grabbed his head 
and returned the loving kiss. His finger fucking stepped up, lifting her 
hips slightly as he gave deeper thrusts into the moist, clasping muscles. 
The kiss broke to take in more air and the goddess gasped out her pleasure. 
"Oh, fuck ... it's so mother-fucking fan ... tas ... tic ... oh.oh.. . . " 

The green-eyed queen forced his mouth to her tit and sighed when he sucked 
the nipple into his mouth greedily, still caressing her begging clit. She 
liked the way her flesh responded to his caresses. Wendy loved the feel of 
his hands moving over her tits to her smooth belly. As the fingers touched 
the reddish-brown bush above her pussy, she spread her legs wide. Buck 
closed his entire hand over her cunt. Then his mouth came back to receive 
the second nipple as a finger entered her pussy. Her tit was being loved 
passionately while she arched her cunt. Buck found the clit and massaged it 
first on one side, then the other, then the head. He moved his mouth to her 
navel and tongued her wildly as her moans became words. When his lips 
finally reached her pubic mound, words became sentences as she threw her 
hips upward. 

"Yeeessssss ... kiss me ... kiss my pussy ... eat me ... eat my pussy ... 
ooohhh ... uuuhhhmmm ... eat my pussy you cocksucking mother-fucking 
mother-fucker ... oh yes ... oh yes ... oh yes ... ooohhhhhh ... 
yeeesssSSSSSS!" 

Moving around between Wendy's widely spread legs, Buck lowered his mouth to 
her inner thighs and kissed his way up to her crotch as he reached up and 
took both tits in his hands to play with them tenderly. As the onslaught of 
verbal desires reached him continuously, he touched her pouting, wet pussy 
lips with his lips, then with his tongue. The queen's begging made him lap, 
suck, and tongue her cunt wildly. But his cock was swollen to its full 
length and he wanted to shove it somewhere. He knew exactly where, and the 
surprise was perfect. 

"Oh, yeeeeeesss! Eat my fuckin pussy ... eeeEEETTT MMEEEeee ... wha? OH! OH! 
B ... B ... B.B.B.B ... Buuuckkkkkk?" 

But as Wendy realized which position she was being rolled over for and what 
was going to happen, she stopped struggling and relaxed. A swift move on her 
part let her take his prick in her hand and guide it toward that puckered 
ring of muscle between her abundant asshole cheeks. It was the ultimate 
submission! The goddess bent forward on her own volition, then gasped out 
her pleasures and desires as the silky head of his swollen prick entered her 
tightly clenched asshole. 

"Uhhhnnnggg ... oh ... oh, Buck ... fuck me up the ass ... uhhhhhh ... shove 
your cock deep ... deeper ... all the way ... fuck me in my asshole ... deep 
... deeeeeeperrr . . uhhhnnnoooooo....." 

Feeling powerful, Buck dug his fingers into her heavy hips and jammed at 
least six inches on the first thrust. He felt his dick being sucked in by 
her anus. She even raised her ass higher for a few more of his cock's inches 
when he reached around her leg to enter her sopping pussy with his finger. 

"YEEESSS ... OH ... oh yes ... fuck me up the ass ... ooohhh ... finger-fuck 
my pussy until I come ... oooooo ... ooo ... make my clit feel ... soooooo 
gooooood ... ooohhhaaa....." 

Buck knew she was his now. Her sex drive became attached to many substitutes 
during the last two years, and now it was reprogrammed to work for him. Any 
erotic picture, pornographic descriptions, erotic clothing and other objects 
now in this apartment will force her to remember him, desire him, need him. 
Any remote games involving embracing, caressing and tickling, even a simple 
act such as dancing, will remind her of his satisfaction. 

Wendy felt her ass filled with his throbbing cock and began to rotate her 
hips as he withdrew until only the swollen head was left inside. He gave her 
a sudden deep thrust and slapped his heavy balls against her fantastic 
thighs. The goddess let him know she wanted all he could give. 

"Uhhhnnnmmm ... yeeeeeesss ... fuck me ... fuck me up my ass ... .deeper ... 
I feel you in me ... you're inside me ... I love it ... love it ... love it 
... ooohhhHHH ... YEEEEEESSS!" 

Buck held on to her thrashing hips as she shoved back to his throbbing 
prick. He reached around to fill his hands with those beautiful titties. Her 
nipples were standing out. He cupped them as she squirmed and writhed more 
frantically with his stimulations. Wendy ground her pelvis against his stiff 
prick. She reached down and stroked herself rapidly as she pressed her body 
back. Then he took hold of her full hips and jammed his cock deep into her 
ass. 

"Buck! Oh ... that's fantastic ... ugnnnmmmhhh ... sooo fucking great ... 
fuck me, Buck ... fuck me hard and deep ... ugggnnnmmmhhh...." Wendy was 
fingerfucking herself wildly as Buck withdrew only to lunge and bury his 
dick in her ass. He withdrew, lunged, withdrew, lunged. "Yes! YEEESSS! 
Ooohhhhhh ... fuck me, Buck ... give me that delicious cum ... ooo ... shove 
it all up my ass ... I love it ... I love it ... love it ... love ... love 
... I ... I'm c.c.commmmmmmmmiiinnng!" She shuddered and gasped for breath 
as Buck hunched forward, crushing her tits in his palms with her orgasm. He 
felt his own juices rising and stiffened against her ass. She cried out with 
joy when his prick erupted deep in her bowels, shooting off the heavy load 
he had held back too long. Wendy quivered, threw back her head, and went up 
on her toes. 

"Buckkkkkk ... ughhhhhhnnnmmmmmm ... commmmmm ... fuck me ... I'm c.c.c ... 
commmmmmiiinnnggg...." Then she fell forward with the last of the waves. 

Buck withdrew his empty cock and dropped beside her on the bed. He slowly 
rolled over onto his back and Wendy crushed her mouth on his, pressing her 
body against him, kissing him passionately. 

"Sorry, baby. I'm only human I've got to rest ... rest ... rest....." 

"Shhh!" 

"Got to rest ... sleep.. . . " 

"Shhh! It's okay, Buck. Rest. Sleep." 

 CHAPTER NINE 

It was well past sunset when Wendy went into the bedroom to awaken Buck. She 
had replaced her white 100-watt bulb with a dim blue bulb. In fact, the 
whole house had been changed around to give off the least amount of shadows 
during their activities. 

"Buck?" 

"Hmmm?" 

"Buck? Time to wake up. I want you to eat. I have to take good care of my 
new lover." 

"What time is it?" 

"Who gives a fuck. It's just you and me the rest of this one week before 
Cindy comes home." 

Buck did not stir at first, still trying to clear his head. He had gone too 
long too fast and done too much too soon. Wendy knew this and was giving him 
a hand by wiping off his face, arms and chest with a cold wash cloth. It was 
hot out tonight. He was going to get up. 

Wendy let him pull at his right wrist, then his left. It made him open his 
eyes very quickly. She giggled as he pulled harder but the belt held firmly. 
The leather was tied to the center post near his head, holding his hands 
together. 

"What is this?" Buck's tone was panic. 

"Original, too. This way, when I want to roll you over for a particular 
reason, the leather does twist nicely." 

"Wendy?" 

"Mrs. Street! I haven't decided how long I want to keep you yet ... if at 
all. But until I do...." She stepped forward in the blue light. The goddess 
was wearing a formal evening gown of red satin. The black pumps, waist belt, 
and scarf told of the black petticoat, matching bra and panties, a red 
garter belt and silk stockings. She twirled lightly to let the gown flow and 
purposely threw the material up to show off her underwear. "Well?" 

"Going somewhere?" He was still struggling to free himself. 

"No." She sang. 

"I don't get it." 

"You will." Wendy laughed. "Remember that spanking you gave me? Here's the 
brush, right where I can reach it. We go fifty-fifty with this affair. If 
you object to my wishes, discipline will be in order." 

"You're ... you.. . . " 

"Watch it, you horny mother-fucker! I found out something else while you 
were shoving your prick up my ass. You're ticklish also. I intend to put it 
to use when I rape you." 

"You don't understand, Mrs. Street. I ... I did it because I love you." 

"I know. And now I love you." She pulled his head back by his hair and 
kissed him passionately. She forced her tongue into his mouth, past his 
teeth, around his own tongue. She tickled his lips, inside his cheeks, the 
roof of his mouth, the back of his throat, then swallowed his tongue by 
sucking it into her mouth before finally letting him breathe again. 
"Delicious." 

"You smell great, Wen ... I mean Mrs. Street." 

"Thank you. My new bath water has a perfume." She ran her hands over his 
chest until she reached the elastic of the silk panties she had made him 
where she had worn them, at the most enticing point of his body. "These silk 
panties and stockings are mine but, since you're so fascinated by them, 
you're going to wear them until I say differently." 

"I ... I knew what my game was, but don't know what your game is at all." 

"It's simple, really. I love to be looked at, watched, glared over hungrily 
while I'm teasing. You know it. So I'm going to put on a show for you 
tonight that is going to almost make you blow your cool and shoot your load. 
Almost." 

"Al ... almost?" 

"You need a rest, Buck, or at least your cock does. I may need your mouth 
later." Wendy could feel the full erection trapped inside the silk begin to 
throb with pulsating contractions for her. "My, but you're hot tonight. I 
better put out the plates. We should eat the main course before the meat is 
overdone." 

"I ... I don't.. . ? " But he watched her dance out of the room. 

Wendy Street was playing the same game her infatuated lover had been 
successful at. Now it was her turn to prove she was as sexually attractive 
and erotic as he was with her imagination. In fact, her erotic performance 
was proving sensational. 

The goddess had been left totally fulfilled. She decided that she could 
safely reverse the role to make Buck twice as good tomorrow. She was going 
to offer him little but show even less. His curiosity would meet this sort 
of stimulation with sensitivity now that she had fallen in love with him. 
His infatuation for her had not gone unnoticed but it was not safe for her 
to make any type of move first. She only had to make sure her panting did 
not give away her desires too soon. The clothing would regenerate his erotic 
dreams, a gown tonight, shorts and a halter tomorrow. These dreams would 
emphasize desires and stress his needs now. He would be ecstatic without 
really knowing why. 

The queen danced back into the room and placed her leg over his erection 
without touching him yet. She straightened an invisible line in her 
stocking, knowing he could see nothing more than shadows. 

"Do you take cream in your coffee, Buck?" She giggled. 

"Come on now, Wendy?" 

"Mrs. Street, and the next slip calls for the brush. I may as well tell you, 
my horny captive," she patted the erection, "I am not going to give you 
any." 

"Any? Any what?" Buck did not like being confused, being dominated by the 
woman he loved, being made an ass for something he could not decipher. 

"Any anything, you sonofabitch. You're going to sleep with that 
mother-fucker at full staff all night. You're not going to shove it in my 
pussy nor my ass nor my mouth until I decide where and when I want it ... 
sometime tomorrow ... or the next day ... unless I change my mind tonight." 

Her suggestions were made through touch, both painful and pleasurable. She 
had learned a lot from Buck in two days. Now her observations would uncover 
flaws that she would capitalize on. Wendy wanted to extinguish responses 
leading to annoying results immediately. Her love had to reach beyond 
pleasure. To be satisfying, their activities had to fulfill needs, do away 
with loneliness, and be a two-way street at all times. 

"I only have one problem, Buck." 

"What?" 

"I want to make this work, I really do, but Cindy's coming home at the end 
of the week and she'll be here for a few more of her teenage years. You're 
right, I do love her ... and she's being a bitch right now. She could ruin 
everything." 

"Why don't we talk about it?" 

"Untie you?" 

"Sure." 

Wendy started to laugh. She pulled his left leg up and already had something 
there to tie his knees up with ... Cindy's bras. She was still giggling when 
she tied his right knee up, leaving his shoulders to support him and forcing 
him to stand on his head, almost. The pat and stroke she gave the hard ten 
inches hinted what the position was for. She began stroking the silk 
stockings on the back of his legs, over his inner thighs. 

"Like that, Buck?" 

"Unnnnnn!" He did not want to weaken but the silk was driving him wild and 
his new captor knew it. 

Wendy caressed the silk over the long shaft of his hot rod simultaneously. 
"It better not go off, Buck." 

"I ... I can't help. . . ? " 

"I can!" She squeezed the neck around the head firmly as the panties started 
to show a spot of wetness. She stopped him before he started and held him 
off. "You're lucky." 

"Am I?" His sigh was far from relief. 

"Sure. You almost ate your supper before I'm done heating it." 

"What?" Then the rapist realized his ten inch prick was hard and erected 
fully, hanging straight down, staring him in the face. 

The goddess pulled the panties up to his knees and pulled up her gown to 
remove her own panties. She made sure Buck saw everything. She placed one 
half over the head of his swollen prick and the second half over the first 
half of the silk. She began a slow stroking motion with the top layer 
without moving the first layer. "Don't worry, Buck. You won't be ready for 
at least another hour. Oh, you're ready now ... but I'm not!" 

"W ... W ... Wendy?" 

"Remember that when I get to the brush. This is a Japanese trick I read 
about. I did a lot of reading in the past two years." 

"P . . .P.. .PLEEEEEEZZZZZZ. . . ? " 

"I have a plan. I'll say it once. You will repeat it word for word at the 
end of the whip you left me. Do you understand?" 

"W ... W. . .unnnnnn!" 

The goddess kept the slow torture going, knowing he could not go off until 
she released the layer of silk next to his flesh. She loved the game, the 
life, the love. She giggled with his half moaning, half begging for the 
pleasure. Wendy had felt sexually dominated with her mind and body as he 
believed she would always respond in his favor once her spirit was broken. 
But she did not want to be a timid, helpless, dependent lover. Now it was 
her turn to use the discipline he had taught her to satisfy herself 
according to some arbitrary schedule. It would be simple to ignore Buck's 
natural rhythm for her own drives. All she had to do was deny him, shut him 
off. 

Wendy watched her victim beg for relief. His black eyes were unusually wide. 
His eyeballs were protruding somewhat as he panted. The speed and strength 
of his heartbeat had increased as she increased the stroking. His blood 
pressure increased and made his face hot next to her knee. The light rows of 
hair near his anus stood out. He was breaking out in 'goose bumps.' 

The queen tightened her grip gently on the first layer and began a smoother 
beat with the second layer of silk. She noticed Buck's breathing rate and 
depth constantly changed. It sped up. It slowed down. It became deeper, then 
slow but shallower, and remained more irregular in rhythm. He was inhaling 
slower but exhaling quicker. Buck had broken out in a cold sweat. His mouth 
was dry. 

Wendy removed the layers of silk so very gently and left his burning prick 
hanging rigid. "Now you know what I went through every time Sam stuck his 
cock in me, shot his load, and left me so damn cold. You wouldn't do that, 
would you, Buck." 

"I ... I love you, Wendy." 

"That's going to take you into my own special tickling ... but now you have 
permission to call me Wendy. Don't touch that thing. It's loaded and has a 
hair-trigger." 

"Touch it how?" He could not move. 

"I think you'll leave before Cindy gets home. You'll slip in on my signal 
and you'll be going through our delicate underwear at the time of your 
capture by us." 

"Sounds great." 

"I'll lead the sex trap as you fall into our hands but we want Cynthia to 
think it's her idea. I'm curious to see what she comes up with, especially 
after seeing the size of this thing." 

"How far are you going to let her go?" 

"As far as she damn well pleases ... under my protection. At a given signal, 
I'll turn you loose and you capture us as if getting even with her." 

"How long before we tell her the truth ... .about us?" 

"As soon as she joins our fucking orgy." 

"And how long do I have to wait before I enter the scene?" 

"Give me a week with her, Buck. I want to try out our brush and tickling on 
her little ass." Wendy stood over him, having the rest of the week to do as 
she pleased. "I'll bet no matter what I do, that mother-fucker blows up in 
your face." And with that, she bent over and stuck her tongue into his 
puckered anus. 


THE END
