Chapter 1
Barbara Farrar stirred restlessly in bed. Her naked body stretched, thrusting her full rounded tits upward. The mounds of alabaster flesh were large grapefruit-shaped breasts tipped with cherry-like areoles. They were closely set.
She frowned as the sunlight streamed into the room. It looked like it was going to be another scorching July day. Frank, her husband, had left the previous day for one of his frequent selling trips. After five years of living with a man who was away half of the year, one would think Barbara had accepted this way of life.
During the initial year of their marriage, it wasn't bad. She enjoyed their sex life. Gradually, their idyllic marriage began to deteriorate. Barbara didn't lack any of the material things. Frank made a comfortable living. She had her own car. There was an ample allowance that allowed her to purchase smart clothing.
She felt like a kept woman. Frank wouldn't allow her to work. "No wife of mine is gonna work while I make a decent living!" he decreed.
She wanted a child. They tried unsuccessfully. Tests and examinations proved nothing wrong with them. Barbara felt frustrated by this development.
When Frank returned from his sales trips, their sex life was more of a rape than a lovers' interlude. Her marriage was an exercise in futility.
Many times, the thought of leaving Frank occurred to her. The lack of a job to be self-supporting and the benefits of her married life deterred her.
Barbara turned over on her stomach and gazed out of the window near her bed. It was a double hung window in an apartment house. She could look down into the room of the floor below through the upper half of the window. The bottom half of the window was curtained.
Her lazy eyelids opened wide at the sight across the courtyard in the room below. She held her breath as though the occupants would hear her. Barbara watched in rapt attention as the teen-age couple in the bedroom made passionate love. Her heart began to beat rapidly as she vicariously participated in the witnessed scene.
The young couple were no more than sixteen or seventeen years old. By comparison, they would consider her old at 25 years. They were nude. The girl had dirty blonde hair and small tits. The lack of larger tits wasn't a handicap. Barbara watched them as they greedily sucked each other off.
The boy's body was positioned inverted on top of the girl. Barbara watched her avidly move her voracious mouth up and down on the fleshy cock.
Barbara's right hand drifted unconsciously down to her cunt. Slowly, she rubbed the clitoris as she watched their lovemaking. She licked her lips in pleasurable approval, fantasizing changing places with the girl.
She was so engrossed in viewing the teenagers that she didn't hear the intruder come into the room. The cold metal against the back of her neck startled her.
"Don't turn around lady and you won't get hurt!" the voice warned her. "And don't make any noises or it'll be the last thing you'll ever do!"
Panic gripped her and twisted the insides of her stomach viciously. "Please, please, don't hurt me!" she pleaded. "If you want money, my pocketbook is on the dresser. The jewelry is in the box. Only don't hurt me! Just take what you want!"
A derisive snort answered her appeal. "For the time being, I just want you, lady. I'm gonna fuck you! You look like a real cool piece of ass!
"I warned ya, lady! Don't turn around!" the voice ordered her as she started to move her head.
She wanted to turn around to plead with her attacker. The object pressed against her neck jabbed menacingly.
"Lay down flat on your stomach!" the voice ordered. Barbara obeyed with anxious trepidation. "Oh, please, please, don't do this to me!" she begged. The adrenal glands were pumping wildly in fearful speculation of what this attacker would do to her.
A handkerchief was passed over her face and knotted in the back of her head. "Do you have to do this to me?" she asked, her voice breaking in a mild sob.
"That's just to make sure you don't accidentally see me," the voice answered.
In spite of the fear that filled her, she tried to maintain some semblance of calm. For one thing, Barbara concentrated on the voice. It wasn't the voice of an adult male. It was a boy. A teen-ager, possibly!
A hand grabbed one of her arms. She felt a bracelet of warm metal close about one wrist and another click fastened her arm to one portion of the head-rest on the bed.
"What . . . what are you doing?" she asked in a tremulous voice. Barbara started to twist her body about. The youth grabbed her other arm and pulled her back onto her stomach. He shackled her arm to the part of the headrest.
"Just take it easy, baby!" the voice told her. "You and I are gonna have a little party!"
Barbara jerked her arms in an attempt to free herself. It was a futile gesture. She was firmly handcuffed. Cocking her head slightly, she listened to the attacker's movements. The rustle of his clothing told her he was removing his clothes.
In the position she was in, the frightening suspicion of what was going to happen to her made her plead with her attacker. "Don't, please don't sodomize me!" she begged.
The boy laughed. "Sodomize you! Say it the way you would say it to your husband!"
"I . . . I . . . don't know what you mean!" she pretended ignorance.
He laughed again. "Say, don't fuck me in the ass!" he ordered.
This bastard is adding insult to injury, she thought angrily. There was only one thing to do. Obey him! "Please, please, don't . . . fuck me . . . in . . . in the . . . ass!" Barbara said it haltingly.
A derisive snort was her answer. "You got a lovely ass, lady! It's a shame to see it go to waste!"
He grabbed one of her legs and fastened a rope to it and tied it to the foot of the bed. Repeating the ritual, he soon had her spread-eagled and completely helpless on her stomach.
His hand reached out and cupped the soft rounded flesh of her exposed buttock. Barbara shuddered at the touch. Gently, the hand caressed the erogenous flesh. So far, it wasn't too bad! Aside from the rough treatment and the slight molesting, her attacker hadn't abused her too much.
Under different circumstances, the incident could prove to be very exciting and sexually exhilarating. Especially after the scene she had witnessed in the other apartment. Barbara was feeling a little horny. An extramarital relation could be a welcome relief.
She heard her attacker leave the room on padded feet. It wasn't likely that he would leave her this way. She wondered where he disappeared to and what he was going to do. This is crazy, she remonstrated with herself! Here she was getting raped and secretly looking forward to it! If anything, her attitude should be more fearful and distressed at the impending violation of her body.
Barbara heard the footsteps returning to the room. The boy was whistling. "Just in case you might get carried away and yell with happiness!" he said. He grabbed her head and raised it, twisting it slightly. A small handkerchief was pushed into her mouth. After that, he fastened a larger piece of fabric over her mouth to keep the gag in place.
She shook her head in a frantic effort to dislodge the gag. It was an unsuccessful attempt. A series of muffled sounds poured out of her mouth. "Mmmfff, mmmfff! Uhhhrrrr, Uhhhrrrr!"
Barbara's ass felt a gentle pat. "I know how much you want to be fucked, honey. Just relax! We're gonna have a ball!" the voice told her.
Her grunts of protest changed to whimpers of anguish and despair. "First, I'm gonna pleasure you a little!" he said.
A shudder rippled down her spine as he stroked a moist object down her back. She realized that it was a narrow paint brush. The contact of the wet bristles brushing along her spine sent erotic shivers coursing through her. The brush passed over her spine and slipped along the crack in her ass.
Her cunt started to itch a little in lascivious anticipation. Maybe, he wasn't going to fuck her ass! He continued to play the brush around her ass in gentle strokes. The brushing suddenly stopped. Barbara waited expectantly for the next phase of his attack.
She jerked her hips as a finger insinuated itself past the ass hole. That didn't bother her too much! Frank had frigged her ass hole many times. The finger pushed deep into the anal canal, massaging the tender moist tissues. Barbara found the act stimulating and exciting. She was slowly drifting into a state of blissful acceptance. This was crazy! Who the hell ever heard of getting raped and enjoying it!
He continued to frig her ass, sawing back and forth with his teasing finger. Aside from the discomfort of her trussed position and the gag drying up the saliva in her mouth, Barbara began to feel a sensual glow growing inside her loins.
The frigging stopped. A damp insertion of some object followed next. She tried to identify what it might be. It seemed greasy. Perhaps something with Vaseline on it! His fingers fumbled around the object impacted in her hole. Suddenly, she cried out! The cry was lost in the handkerchief that muted the sound.
It was more of the initial shock than anything else. She was now aware of what was imbedded in her rectum. Several Q-tip swabs dipped in Vaseline were in her ass hole. Her attacker had quickly jerked one of the swabs out. There was a momentary sharp sting. The slight pain rippled out in widening circles, diminishing in pain. Instead, the ripples seemed to change to an erogenous tingle.
Quickly, he removed the others. 2-3-4-5-6! There had been six swabs up her ass. As he removed each one, she jerked her hips at the shock. Barbara wondered what other perverse erotic thrills she would experience before this ordeal was over.
Her speculative questions were quickly answered. The youth got on the bed. She felt his weight as the mattress moved slightly. He was somewhere behind her between her splayed legs. His fingers grasped the cheeks of her ass and parted them.
Oh! No! she thought! He's really going to fuck my virgin ass! No, No! Please don't let him!
She mumbled through her gag. Her silent pleas and garbled entreaties went unanswered. The corona of his cock pressed against the sphincter of her ass hole. The tender flesh of the puckered brownish hole grudgingly gave way. Barbara's body tensed from the pain of the carnal penetration. The chords in her neck stood out in bold relief as she silently screamed.
Slowly, with steady pressure, she felt the hard cock move further into her ass. Within minutes, the sturdy prick was impacting her ass. His slight body rested on her back. From the contact of his body on hers, she judged her initial assessment correct. He seemed young.
His pubic hairs rubbed against her callipygian hillocks. He reached under her and squeezed her pliant gourds. Her ass hole seemed to be bursting from the pressure of the fleshy impaction. Barbara had an urge to move her bowels. She concentrated on holding back. Gradually, the urge passed. The initial dull pain of the penetration slowly disappeared. All she felt was a dull pressure on the sphincter and the presence of his shaft in her hole.
The boy released his hold on her tits. Raising himself slightly from her body, he began to start the slow rhythmic cadence of a fuck. Barbara was conscious of the movement. His dick withdrew slightly and then slipped back. She was thankful that he wasn't rough about it. It was uncomfortable but bearable.
The tempo increased. First he pulled back and then plunged forward. Her sphincter lips rolled outward on the upward strokes. As his prick thrust inward, the lips pushed in with his cock.
In spite of this unwelcome assault, Barbara found herself participating. She rocked her body in tandem with his fucking movements. Her complicity in the act surprised her. Despite her repugnance at being fucked in the ass, Barbara found herself enjoying it. A perverse lust enveloped her.
A lascivious sensuality took hold of her. Her pussy started to salivate, dampening from the erotic stimulation. She was emotionally involved now and thrilling to the voluptuous pleasure engulfing her.
Behind her, she heard the boy's labored breathing as he heaved his prick in and out of her ass. His movements became more animated. Barbara sensed that his orgasm was coming on. Soon, it would explode in her ass.
"Uhhrrr!" he growled in blissful release. Her sensitive anal tissues felt the strong contractions of his climax. She trembled slightly with ecstasy as the warm thick liquid of his cum spurted out. Under the blindfold, Barbara's eyes were closed, enjoying the newfound thrill.
The boy made a final thrust and collapsed his body on top of hers. She could feel his heart beating against her back. His warm breath against her skin brought new shivers of erotic chills coursing through her body.
Suddenly, she wanted him to fuck her in the cunt. She didn't want to appear too forward. If only that damn gag wasn't in her mouth! She would even suck him off if he demanded it! Barbara was unable to explain this reversal in feeling. All she knew was that she had a wild passion to indulge in an orgy.
The imbedded prick became flaccid. She felt it being withdrawn from her ravaged hole. As his soft cock left her hole, a final drop of cum dripped on to the closing sphincter. Her buttocks pressed together after the removal of the impaction.
"I betcha liked that, huh?" he asked rhetorically. "If I take off the gag, willya promise not to yell?" he said.
Barbara nodded her head affirmatively. If nothing else, it would offer her an opportunity to moisten her dry mouth. The damn gag had absorbed all the moisture and tasted horrible.
He removed the gag. She twisted her head sideways slightly. "May I have a little water please?" she asked.
"Sure! Maybe you'd like a cup of coffee instead?" he offered.
Her mouth was parched and had a lousy taste. The morning's events had prevented her from brushing her teeth. If she hadn't been distracted by the teen-agers fucking, she would have brushed her teeth. Barbara also felt the need to go to the bathroom.
"Look! I have to go to the bathroom. If I don't, I'll wet the bed. Have a heart! Let me go to the bathroom and I'll make us both a cup of coffee. I haven't had any breakfast yet," she told him.
There was a short pause while her attacker weighed her request. "If I let you up and take off the blindfold, willya promise to behave yourself and not try anything cute?" he asked.
Her head bobbed in anxious agreement. "Just let me get myself together. After that, you can do anything you want."
She felt her bonds removed. Removing the blindfold, she closed her eyes at the sudden change to light. Barbara swung off the bed shakily, chafing her wrists. With her eyesight back to normal, she surveyed her attacker as she hurried to the bathroom. He followed after her.
Her assumption had been correct. He was a young boy about sixteen or seventeen. Barbara was 5'9" and the boy was a little shorter. His long blond hair was disheveled. His eyes had a greenish hue. He was thin, slight in build with a narrow face. A crooked grin leered back at her.
"You're really built, lady!" he exclaimed in an obscene compliment. "Remember, no funny tricks!" he cautioned her.
She nodded. "I know, I know!"
Moving into the bathroom, she sat down on the toilet. He stood in the doorway. "You don't mind if I watch?" he asked. "I never seen a dame take a leak."
Barbara shrugged her shoulders. "Be my guest if that turns you on." His presence didn't inhibit her. Her kidneys were floating. A small fart gently rumbled in the bowl followed by a heavy outpouring of water. When she finished, she wiped herself.
Getting up from the bowl, she went to the sink and brushed her teeth. The little ritual freshened her mouth. After her ablutions, she went towards the kitchen. After a cup of coffee, she would be ready for anything.
Her attacker followed after her. Over the coffee, he offered a cigarette. She shook her head. "Smoking will stunt your growth," she refused.
He laughed. "Yeah! I can see that!"
"What's your name?" she asked.
The boy shrugged his shoulders indifferently. "I don't think you're gonna blow the whistle on me. I might as well tell you. It's Billy! What's yours?"
"Barbara," she answered. "Do you make it a point to go around raping women? By the way, how did you manage to get into my apartment?"
"Naw! I only go after special women. Like yourself. I seen ya around the neighborhood. You looked like a solid piece of ass. So I checked you out! I've been watching ya for a month. When I seen your old man leave, I figured it was okay for me to move in."
He held up a small bunch of keys. "My old man's a locksmith. He's been trying to teach me a trade." He grinned. "So far, it's come in handy."
Barbara was surprised at his candidness. So, the little bastard had hot pants for her! She was startled by the fact of the sudden change towards Billy. She was developing hot pants for him. Although she sat naked in the kitchen with him.
For some strange reason, her eyes wandered towards his sex piece. His cock appeared to be in a semi-dormant state. For all she knew, that was its normal size, semi-dormant or otherwise. It seemed to be about three inches or so long. His cock was thick and the foreskin almost covered the pink head. She laughed to herself. A detumescent uncircumcised prick reminded her of her roll-on deodorant tube. The small ball slightly protruding!
His hand moved lewdly to the fleshy shaft. With deliberate strokes, he massaged his dick. Fascinated, she watched the hand moving back and forth. "You dig my cock, huh?" he asked.
Barbara looked up into his grinning face. Her face turned red. He had embarrassed her, catching her in the act of admiring his cock.
"No . . . no . . . it's not like that!" she stammered. His discovery of her preoccupation with his prick unsettled her. She didn't know what to say. "Are . . . are you . . . going to do anything else to me?" she asked.
Billy continued to grin at her. He was mature beyond his years. "All you cunts are crazy for head after you get a taste for it!" he observed.
He continued to play with his dick until it became rigid. Barbara wanted to avoid looking at his sex piece. The carnal desire within her forced her to stare at it. His cock was a full seven inches now. It looked as powerful as her husband's piece and probably equally as devastating. She had already sampled Billy's prick in action.
A persistent tingle filled her snatch. Barbara had a lustful wish to have that lovely cock in her cunt. But she couldn't bring herself to ask Billy to fuck her. Her actions and silence betrayed her desire.
"C'mon! Let's get back into bed and I'll show you some more fucking!" Billy declared.
Barbara stood up and moved back towards her bedroom with Billy following after her. She knew what she was doing was wrong! The perpetrated rape suddenly fulfilled her desires. The act helped to assuage her conscience. At last, she had an answer to her problem. Her sex life would have new dimensions. New thrills! She needed teen-age boys to fuck her under the pretext of being raped.
She stretched out on the bed. "Are . . . are you going to tie me up again ?" she questioned him in a hesitating voice.
Billy grinned. "You'd like that, wouldn't you? Okay, if that's the way you get your kicks, I'll oblige ya!"
His perception secretly pleased her. It helped to complete the act. He didn't lose much time in shackling her to the bed. Moving closer, he cupped each tit in the palms of his hands and hefted them.
"Mmmm-hmmm!" he exclaimed in salacious approval. "You sure have a beautiful set of boobs!" He rubbed his hands over the resilient flesh. Pausing over the ruby discs that anchored the rubbery nipples, he rubbed the cherry tips. The palms passed over the nipples rapidly creating a tantalizing friction.
Barbara felt the small mammary tips harden. The friction sent little waves of pleasure rolling down to her venereal grotto. Her pussy grew damp with pre-coital juices. She closed her eyes to better enjoy the carnal bliss beginning to permeate her body.
"Hssss!" she sucked in her breath in appreciate enjoyment as Billy started to suck her succulent tits.
His mouth covered the stimulated tips with strong moist suction. Barbara felt the voluptuous thrills growing. She was relating the teenager's suckling her tit to feeding the child she longed for. A small groan of pleasure escaped her lips. "Ohhhrrr!"
He continued to squeeze and play with her tits while his mouth teased her with erogenous promises. Her body shivered in lascivious anticipation as one hand brushed downward over her stomach towards her hot snatch. Barbara arched her back a little to hurry the slow moving hand. His fingers passed through the tangle of her black pubic hairs.
"Hhrrrr!" The brief exclamation of ecstatic delight leaped from her throat. It was a short low cry of approval.
The exploring fingers reached the hardening moist node of her clitoris. Billy began to play with it. He rolled the venereal papule between his fingers. Deep in the roots of her clitty, Barbara felt the incandescent glow warming her cunt.
"Mmmmm!" she emitted a low moan. She didn't care what he thought. He was offering her the opportunity to enjoy this orgiastic sexual feast. She intended to enjoy this moment to its fullest.
His tactile exploration passed into the fleshy crevice of her pussy. She closed her eyes to better savor the bliss. The fingers dipped into the throat of her cunt. With deliberate strokes, the fingers leisurely frigged the damp folds of flesh, encompassing them.
Barbara moved her pelvis in tandem to the slow massage. Her ass moved up and down in a unhurried sinuous cadence while Billy continued to tease her with this erogenous play.
With wanton abandon, she surrendered to her carnal desires. Her throat continued to emit little whimpering groans of piquant delight. For the first time in a long time, she was experiencing a delirious sensual moment. She wanted it to last forever.
Billy continued to stimulate her anxious snatch. Barbara responded to his exciting fore-play. The incandescent glow was no longer a spark. It started to burn with an erotic heat. Deep in her anxious cunt, she felt the start of an orgasm. Her body began to jerk and heave with an increased tempo. Without warning, Billy removed his tempting fingers.
"Not yet, baby! I don't want you to cum yet! You was almost there!" he told her.
She opened her eyes and looked at him. He was kneeling in the space between her parted legs. Her face betrayed her disappointment and frustration at being denied the sexual release she needed.
"Don't look so disappointed!" he chided her in an assuring tone. He reached down and shook his prick at her. "I'm gonna give you a beef injection that'll pick you up," he promised.
His fingers parted the hairy lips of her sweating pussy. Placing his prick against the opening, he drove the hard flesh forward. His cock effortlessly disappeared into her venereal slit. A low sigh of ecstatic bliss from Barbara answered his penetration.
"Ahhhhrrrrrooooo!" The groan was low and sensual.
"Good, huh?" he asked. Billy began to slip his meat pole in and out of her box with unhurried motions. On the slow descent, he grounded his pelvis. His fleshy pestle crushed her vaginal mortar and produced ecstatic shivers to shake her body. Barbara was amazed at this youngster's sexual prowess. He probably had lots of practice.
It didn't matter how many girls or women he fucked. All that mattered was that he was fucking her now and doing it well. Oh, that heavenly cock, she thought! At least he knows what to do with it besides pee through it!
Billy continued to rotate his hips in measured action. Barbara responded with her own complementary movements. Gradually, the two moved in rhythmic tandem. The awkward position she was in made it difficult for her to fully appreciate this artful fucking. She was compensated for it by the thrilling ecstasy that flooded her body.
From time to time, Billy broke the tempo of his strokes. Deeply imbedded in her hungry twat, Billy would rub his groin against Barbara's clitty. The rough bristles of his pubic hairs scraped the tender tissues of her sensitive papule. During these brief interludes, the thrill of this contact became more intense and voluptuous.
He added variety to his fucking by suddenly pumping rapidly. His ass bucked violently as he shuttled his cock back and forth in animated effort. Barbara reacted with her own frantic thrusts of her hips. As suddenly as he started, he stopped. The unannounced variations were frustrating to Barbara. She wanted to protest his teasing. Yet, in spite of his treatment, the erotic tingling in her cunt remained constant.
Billy dallied with her for some time. She was surprised at his sustained effort. He had maintained a hard-on for at least ten minutes. Every indication pointed towards a prolonged and satisfying fuck. Something her Frank failed to do!
As if to contradict her evaluation of her attacker's sexual ability, Billy started to fuck in earnest. His prick moved in and out of her twat with a steady beat. She sensed that he was no longer toying with her. This was it!
Picking up the tempo from his movements, Barbara bounced her ass up and down. A hot flush of lascivious ecstasy heated her flesh. She took over the cadence, increasing the pelvic thrusts. Billy was unconscious of this transition. She realized she had taken over control when he started to match her tempo. In a short while, their heated bodies were shaking from their lustful efforts.
Every pore in Barbara's body exuded perspiration. The morning heat combined with the fire of her passion drew the moisture from her. Her body bucked in wild abandon as the throes of this violent fuck seized it.
Every nerve fiber within her tingled with a luxuriant prickle. Her body was a valve with tremendous pressure building up inside. Her cunt was a fuse box with a heavy overload. Any minute it would pop! The erogenous sensation that attacked her nerves was vivid and vibrant.
"Ohhhrrr!" she groaned in ecstatic expectation. "I'm almost there! Fuck me, fuck me! Faster, faster! Oooooooo! Billy! That feels so good! Oh, what a wonderful cock! Fuck me, harder, harder!" she urged.
Billy responded to her exhortations. He grunted as he exerted more effort to satisfy her craving.
The voluptuous piquancy of the orgasm grew stronger inside of her. Her nervous system began to vibrate with an erogenous pulsation.
"That's it, Billy, that's it! Oooo! Oooo! I can feel it cumming! I'm cumming! It's shooting! Oh! Oh! Keep fucking, keep fucking! Don't stop, don't stop! Oh, you motherfucker!" she cursed in spirited appreciation. "I'm cumming, I'm CUMMMMMMMM-INNNNGGGG! AHHRRGGgggrrr!" She screamed out in an expression of anguished delirium. The cry diminished into a deep gurgle.
The lascivious turbulence of her orgasm continued as another orgasmic wave swept over her. Her respiration was rapid as she gulped in large mouthfuls of air.
Billy continued to plow into her snatch with violent fucking thrusts. Barbara felt his body tremble, heralding the strong orgasmic discharge. She felt the thick emission of his glutinous cum mingling with her own discharge. Her overly sensitive cuntal tissues relished the strong contractions of his climax as his virile prick poured out the thick love juices.
At the onset of his climax, Billy made a final shove, sending his dick deep into her box. His body lay upon hers, his head cushioned against her ample tits. Inside her twat, his deeply buried cock subsided its throbbing climactic contractions. The discharges diminished. He remained prone on top of Barbara, sexually spent.
They remained in this pose for a brief time. She, still spread-eagled on the bed; he, resting against her body. There was a soft watery popping sound as he withdrew his deflated dick from its resting place.
"I betcha you really dug that scene, huh?" he asked. "I betcha the next time I come here, you'll be begging me for more!"
You're a real conceited bastard, she thought! "You're pretty sure of yourself," she answered. "What makes you think I won't report you to the police ? Maybe the next time you come here, you'll be arrested!"
He gave her a short derisive laugh. "You ain't gonna tell the cops, Barbara! I could tell by the way you were fucking that you really got a big charge out of me doing it to you. Naw! You're gonna be dying to get laid again. You're so hot now, you're sizzling!"
Billy slipped off the bed and dressed. He removed the cuffs and restraints from her arms and legs.
"Don't bother to let me out. I know the way. See you around soon, honey!" he said and left the room.
Barbara watched the departing figure. The whole affair was wild! A young kid unobtrusively slips into her apartment without her hearing him; fucks her with practiced skill and leaves. Instead of feeling degraded or ravished, she had a feeling of satisfaction. The incident had filled her with sexual gratification.
Best of all! The episode was committed in a manner that salved her conscience. She didn't promiscuously seek a carnal alliance. It found her in the guise of being raped.
She suddenly realized that she was sticky from the perspiration. A thought occurred to her. She looked out the window at the apartment below. The teen-agers were still at their lovemaking. Barbara shook her head and smiled a little at their stamina. She wished Frank showed that kind of enthusiasm.
A sixth sense caused her to look up at the window directly across from her apartment. Her eyes caught sight of a grinning man. The realization came to her. Her window shade had been up during the entire session with Billy.
Her face flushed. She pulled down her shade with an angry jerk. Sonovabatch! she thought. That's all she needed now! One of her neighbors to come over to sample her honey pot.
Barbara's temporary anger changed to a state of bemused contemplation. Maybe that wasn't so bad after all! If he was considering fucking her, he would rape her! And that's what she wanted! She hurried into the shower to wash away the dried perspiration on her.
The smile returned to her face. It had been a very exciting morning. She knew it would be repeated and she was looking forward to the next time.