Chapter 8
Janet heaved is sigh of relief as the door closed behind her. She wasn't quite sure what she felt about the action that had been going on in the room. She had enjoyed it but the strangeness of it all could have been a part of that. Janet had never been one to let sex get boring. This was certainly different for her. Making love to another woman had always seemed a bit perverted to her.
For that matter, it still did. The sheer kinkiness of having Diane eat out her pussy while she licked and lapped at the other woman's cunt thrilled her. Having Jack stand and watch was an added bonus that she would never have thought of.
Jack and Diane had turned out a lot differently from the way she would have pegged them back in high school. She'd always thought of Jack as a real stud and Diane as the super straight who wouldn't go for anyone but the man she married.
Times change; so do people.
Janet glanced at her watch and was a little surprised to see only an hour had passed since she'd left Ron alone in the room. She doubted if he would even be up yet. The blonde sighed and figured she would go back to the room. Or perhaps she could change her clothes and get a quick shower. Freshening up took on a new concern for her. There was no telling whom she might run into.
Jack had been a surprise and so had Diane. Who knew the others she might find at this high school reunion!
She just thrust the key into the lock on her room's door when she heard an appreciative wolf whistle. She turned and saw Bill Matthews in the hallway, eyeing her from the top of her disarrayed hair all the way down her slender legs to her toes.
"If you like what you see, why not come on in and tell me about it?" she said. She recognized Bil immediately. He had been the one in the class who would have made it if anyone did. He was a genius. Period. She had always marveled at his brain and wondered how he had succeeded.
"Why not? I can't think of anything better to do, Janet."
"So you remember me, huh?"
"How could I forget you? You sat in front of me in math class. I know my cock must have banged itself into a bruised state of madness every time I thought of you. Ah, that lustrous blonde hair," he said, reaching out and stroking down the side of her head. She felt something stirring inside her.
This was unusual. She hadn't thought Bill looked at anything but his textbooks when he was in high school. It built up her ego thinking he had lusted after her then. If only they'd all known then what they did now!
It would have made life so much easier. They could have been more open, less afraid of getting turned down. From the manner most of these people acted, there would have been damned few people turned down over any request. All were horny and thinking the same thoughts -and all were too uptight over failure to make the first move. It was an education in adolescence for Janet, thinking of all her missed opportunities.
Like Bill. He wasn't unhandsome but she'd never thought of him as being sexually attractive. It might have been the aura of sheer intelligence hanging around him. He was smart. Everyone knew it." But what else was he?
She figured she might like to find out.
She ushered him into her room. She tossed her handbag onto the bed and said, "It's been a long night for me. You don't mind if I go wash my face, do you?"
"No, go ahead. I know it's been a long, hard night for you. You never made it back into the room."
She raised her eyebrows and looked around. "The maid might have made up the room already. They can be efficient, you know."
"She might have, but she didn't. Besides, I watched your door all night. You didn't come back."
Janet felt a little uneasy about what Bill had just said, but she tossed it off as being part of the paranoia of the 1970s. Everyone was uptight all the time over everything and everyone. Bill probably didn't mean he had been spying on her.
"What do you do for a living now, Bill?" she asked, going into the bathroom and shutting the door until only a tiny crack remained. She could hear his reply more easily this way. She began pulling open her blouse and washing carefully.
"Nothing. I tried college but it was so boring I dropped out. I just bozo'd around for a while. Got a few jobs but they didn't appeal to me. Pm working as a bus-boy now in an all night diner."
"Sure, sure, Bill," she said and laughed. "But what are you really doing?"
"I told you. Some of the stewardesses from the airport come in after their flights. That makes it nice for me. Otherwise the shift gets boring. I'm thinking of quitting. Some guy downtown said I could get a job parking cars. That might be more interesting. All those secretaries getting in and out of their cars and those short skirts they wear, wow!"
Janet dropped the washcloth and turned to see Bill's face in the crack she'd left between door and frame. She pulled her blouse shut and started to say something when he pushed the door open and said, "You're very pretty. You always were. And I know you're not like the others. Do you want to fuck?"
"Jesus, you're upfront about it, aren't you?" Janet had the impression something had gone wrong with Bill's head.
"I always was. But only a few ever appreciated it. You know, in high school I wanted to be an astrophysicist. I could hardly spell it but I wanted to sit up all night long and look at the stars. I got me a telescope and found more interesting things to look at."
"Like chicks undressing?" Janet said, feeling cold inside.
"Yeah," he said and smiled. "I knew you were one of the people who would understand."
"Oh, boy, do I understand!" she said. "How about you leaving me now so I can change clothes?"
"That's okay. I enjoy watching women changing clothes."
"But I don't like men watching me while I do it. So please leave. The door's still open."
"No, it's not. I locked it."
Janet was speechless. She had the feeling that whatever was about to happen wouldn't be the kind of scene she would have chosen if she'd been able.
"You invited me in. So how about let's get started?" He was already peeling off his shirt. She watched as he dropped his shirt to the floor and kicked out of his shoes. He didn't have a bad body but he had a pasty look of someone who never gets outside.
"I'm inviting you to leave. Look, Bill, it's been good seeing you, but . . . ohhhh!"
He picked her up bodily and tossed her onto the bed. She rocked to and fro, the springs taking up the shock of her landing. Involuntarily, she felt her legs drifting slightly apart and exposing her naked cunt. The blonde pussy fur surrounding it would still be damp from her previous sucking and fucking session with Diane. She felt the cool breeze from the air conditioner across her bush and shivered.
"Now that's what I like," Bill said. "A chick who knows what she likes, too."
He almost dived onto her. She fought him off, but somehow, the more she struggled the worse her position became. Before she realized what was happening, he had her wrists tied firmly to the head of the bed. She tried kicking him and this only played into his hands. He snared one of her legs and bound it to the foot of the bed with a strip torn from one of the sheets. Janet was quickly immobilized.
"What are you going to do to me?" she asked, fighting to keep her voice as calm as possible. She was trying to remember all the things she'd ever read about rape. One of them was not to fight off the attacker. The struggles spurred them on and made things even worse. She didn't know if it would work, but she was already tied up. It couldn't hurt her situation any.
"You know I always had a thing for you, Bill. You were one of the handsomest guys in any of my classes." She licked her lips and went on. "I'm just sorry we didn't get together sooner. You know, it could have been different. It still can be. So why don't you release me? You don't have to have my hands tied up."
"Sure I do. And I've read all the psych books about rape. Believe me, Janet, this isn't rape. Not really. I studied your personality a lot. You want to be dominated by a man. You are going to enjoy it when we get down to the hard and fast fucking. I think you're enjoying just being tied up now, aren't you?"
She stopped the words before they fluttered off the end of her tongue. She had been ready to deny it. If she wanted to play along with him and see if he would give up on this mad idea of raping her, she would have to watch what she said. But his words disturbed her. She didn't mind this as much as she'd thought she would.
She was helpless, yes, but the act of fighting hard against his actions had turned her on. The sweating and straining to keep him from fastening her wrists over her head had been fun in a perverse sort of way. And there was no denying that she had more than her share of perversity that day with Diane and Jack.
What was a little more to Janet? Besides, Bill was right. She was feeling especially sexy being tied up like she was. The woman couldn't explain it, but that was what had happened. She flexed her muscles and discovered she could barely move. Bill had done a good job when he tied her down.
She shivered a little when she realized that, no matter what happened, she couldn't prevent it. She was his captive, to do with as he saw fit.
Janet looked up and saw him shedding his pants. When he skinned out of his jockey shorts she saw his cock, hard and long and already throbbing with desire. Desire for her -because she was tied up on the bed.
"Let's get the rest of that useless clothing out of the way," he told her. She flinched as his fingers touched her body. She was still more than a little confused as to how to respond to this. She could scream and try to attract attention, but if she did he could easily gag her. One small shriek wouldn't attract enough attention to do her any good. And what if the cries did bring people bursting into the room? What then?
Janet didn't know if she wanted to press rape charges against Bill or not. That kind of legal action got messy. Attempted rape was even worse. And he could destroy her reputation in court. All he had to do was claim she had been demanding that he tie her up and that she had gotten cold feet at the last second. Who was telling the truth and who wasn't wouldn't matter to her bosses. They were conservative and any such publicity would result in her being fired.
Janet felt like a small, helpless animal trapped in the metal jaws of a trap. No matter what she did, she got fucked. The best she could do was lie back and try to enjoy it. And, strangely, she was beginning to feel stirrings of something more than just fear.
"Yeah, baby, this is the way I lie it. And I see you do, too." Bill dragged his calloused, rough hands over her inner thighs and moved upwards till his fingers poked against her pussy lips. His fingers parted her cunt lips and he didn't even try to be gentle about it.
"Ummmm, oh, please! Don't do this?'
"Why not? You're at my mercy. I'm the man and I can do anything to you that I want. Admit it, you want my cock!"
"Please, Bill, don't rape me!"
"Ask for my cock, dammit!"
She held her tongue. There .wasn't any way she was going to beg him to rape her. She strained and pulled hard at her bonds. They stretched a little bit without giving her any hope that she could break free. She was completely at his mercy -and he had no mercy. The bobbing prick told her he was intent on one thing and one thing only: rape.
"Beg for my cock!" he repeated. His hands gripped her upper thighs and he pushed down hard. She thought he was going to tear her into two pieces. The pressure on her snatch was unbelievable. She was a little stiff and sore already from all the fucking she had done this weekend, but the pressure he exerted sent lances of agony into her cunt.
What horrified the bound woman was that her pussy began going wild with this crude attention. It drooled and slobbered out its fuck froths, and she realized the sight of her pussy spitting out all those juices was turning Bill on even more.
"You do want my cock, don't you, you slut!"
She fought to get away from his hands and found herself pressed down into the softness of the bed by his weight. He had dropped fully on top of her. She sobbed softly now, realizing how inflated her tits were becoming. Fear and arousal seemed to produce the same symptoms in her body. The more her heart beat out its threatened tune, the more blood was pumped into her tits and extended them. Her nipples were round, hard little nubbins pulsating with lust.
Or fear. Or Lust. Fear? She couldn't tell and that made her even more uptight over this.
"Beg me for my cock, dammit, you cock-sucking whore!"
The words stung her. She didn't know what to do or say. His hands parted her pussy lips, and she felt his heavy bludgeon of dick at the gates guarding her inner fastness. With one swift lunge, he buried himself balls-deep into her cunt The shock waves from the sudden fucking passed through her body like a tidal wave inundating a beach. She almost passed out from the brutal fucking. She sobbed openly now, the tears running down her cheeks. The sight of the salty streams turned Bill on even more.
"You love my cock, don't you? You love the feel of it buried inside your belly, getting ready to fuck the shit out of you!"
"Yes, oh, yes!" she moaned, trying to remember what she'd been thinking earlier. Agree with him. Play along and do what he wanted. This would get rid of him as soon as possible.
"I've read those books, too," he said, reading her mind. "And I love the feel of a woman surrounding my prick. Your cunt's nice and hot, too. I want more. And you will, too. believe me, you will end up begging for more of my prick before we're finished!"
She felt his cock throbbing with virile life inside her fuck tunnel. Janet wanted to call him a liar, to say that she hated the feelings in her body. She would have been the liar if she'd said those things. She did love the feel of a man's cock. And being tied up added something special she couldn't easily put into words.
She wasn't responsible for anything done to her. She could simply lie back and enjoy the pleasurable feelings racing into her belly from her well-fucked cunt. There couldn't be anything wrong in this. She wasn't responsible; he was.
"Fuck me," she sighed. "Go on and do it!"
"I knew you'd come around. I've read all the psychology books. They didn't say this would happen, but it was a logical inference from the various theories expounded."
"Oh, shut up and fuck me!" she pleaded. She didn't want to hear any learned theories about female psychology. She just wanted him to fuck her till she couldn't take it anymore. He had worked some sort of psychological magic on her and turned her on. Now he could finish the job and let her get her rocks off.
He began slipping his prick in and out of her pussy. The turgid lips tried to cling and hold his prick inside. They failed. They fluttered in a wet, teasing embrace that made him fuck her just a little faster. She could hardly witlistand the feelings boiling up in her belly. This was totally out of her experience, and she was still confused as to what her true feeling actually were. She was frightened for her life. Bill had the power of life and death over her. Yet she couldn't really think he would harm her. But he was raping her. But was it rape? She felt her pussy churning with renewed desire at the idea of being tied down to the bed and having a man totally dominate her.
Had her position in the brokerage firm made her so cynical about men that she needed to be reassured that a man could dominate her? She doubted it. She enjoyed the company of men who knew that they were men, who were positive and firm and masculine. This arousal at being tied down and tucked had to be another segment of her personality coming out. She didn't know if she would ever get off on it in the long run, but there was no way she could deny she was responding -hard -to what Bill was doing to her.
Her hands were going numb from the lack of circulation, but she hardly noticed. So many more interesting things were happening between her thighs. She tried to spread her legs even more to give the man a chance to really, fuck her, but the straps holding her ankles prevented it.
"Ummmm, what are you doing to me?" she groaned. The thought that this could happen made her angry. The thought she was enjoying it so much made her mad. And even hornier.
"You tell me what I'm doing," he commanded. "Tell me!"
"Y-you're stuffing your prick all the way up into my poor little cunny! Oh, oh God, it's so big and swollen inside me. You're tearing me apart with that" cock of yours!"
"And wait till I really get fucking," he said with a laugh.
She closed her eyes and tried to sort out all the things rampaging through her tender body. She felt her tits expanding even more as her heart raced. The boobs filled with \blood and caused her nipples to spring entirely erect. The tiny buttons throbbed and the lightest touch against them sent thrills of delight into her chest. It didn't take much movement of the man's chest across her turgid nipples to make the woman think she was sucking in liquid fire into her lungs.
And her throat seemed to be covered with sandpaper. Each breath was rough and raw. She experienced the most sensation, of course, in her pussy. His cock stretched her tight cunt walls and made her feel as if he would rip her apart all the way to the chin.
She loved it.
She wanted more.
The man fucking her gave it to her. He had been fucking with long, powerful strokes designed to run his prick into her womb. Now he changed the tempo and depth of penetration. He fucked her with short, rapid strokes. The friction mounted between her pussy walls and his pecker. She was soon gasping for breath as if she had been drowned.
"I . . . oh, sweet Jesus, aaaaaaieeeeee!" Her entire body stiffened, and the familiar rictus of orgasm fully gripped her. Then she began shaking and feeling as if she would come apart at the seams. The bindings on her wrists and ankles, held her firmly in place. The physical exertion of straining against the bounds added fuel to her carnal fires. She experienced one of the best climaxes she had ever gotten.
And he didn't let her languish after she slowly drifted down from her sexual high, either. He kept up the short, rapid strokes.
"I'm burning up inside," she cried. "It's setting me on fire inside and I can't stand itttttttt!"
She came again. While her body was wracked by the ultimate in human pleasure, he continued fucking her. His prick seemed to be made out of hot steel. It was more the cock belonging to a robot than to a human. He seemed tireless and almost mechanical in his motions.
"Please," she sobbed. "This is too much r'
"It gets better," he assured her, the sweat from his face dripping sensuously between her tits. The tiny river of brine tickled and made her all too aware of her own body's responses to this rape-fucking.
Still, she couldn't deny she was enjoying the hell out of it. Bill had always been something of a genius. He had picked just the right things to do to her to make her edgy and uptight -and aroused as all hell. She knew there was a strong element of fear that went into her sexual responses. He played on those and released them along with her physical energies. She built up more sexual tension and that was fed by her renewed fears.
When the huge prick released them again, she came as hard as she had ever climaxed before.
She rode the waves of the orgasm and begged him for more. He seemed more than willing to give her what she wanted so desperately.
"Here it comes," he told her. "The freight train of fucking!"
He drove his iron-hard cock all the way up into her belly. She felt the thick knob of his glans press into her cervix. She sobbed and almost passed out when she came again. His cock spread her inner tissue as no man's prick ever had before. She felt filled to over-flowing. Her cunt lips tried to grip firmly down on the slippery dick and failed. The blonde tried a different tactic. She didn't want his cock leaving her alone and empty inside so she tensed the muscles the entire length of her fuck tunnel.
For a moment, she thought she had stopped his withdrawal. Then her own body betrayed her. The slick fuck fluids manufactured by her pussy lubricated his cock so well he was able to slip free of her clutches.
But the man panted out loud, "I never felt a cunt grip down on me like that. It was fantastic. You deserve this 'fucking, lady, you really deserve all I can give you!"
His hips exploded in a frenzy of fucking. She felt the friction between his pecker and her cunt walls mounting. Every second he fucked her, the heat built up ten times, a hundred times, its previous level. She was a forest fire inside. She melted -and then she exploded.
Her cunt smashed down on his deeply hidden fuck stick. She felt every single contour of his fine prick as she convulsed with a final orgasm. The big blue vein on his cock hammered out a steady beat of carnal desire. The way his balls slapped wetly into her ass told her of the trapped and boiling hot jism inside. And his cock expanded and spread her apart even more.
His white tide of sperm and semen erupted to cover the insides of her pussy. She struggled against the bonds all the while he was pumping fiercely into her eagerly sucking twat. And then it was all over. Too soon: Not enough.
"Don't stop," she pleaded. Her hands tried to get free and stop the man from slipping from between her legs. Her pussy felt hot and deserted, sticky with come and still drooling with lust. She had to have more of that powerful cock fucking her.
"Sorry, kiddo," he said, laughing at her. "That's it for the day. You're an even better lay than I thought you would be. There's some complexity to your head that I hadn't counted on. I had you figured for one of those dumb cunts who'd spread for anyone and who would be terrified of getting tied down and raped. I was wrong. And I apologize."
"Don't leave me like this!" she cried, wondering what she really meant. Did she want him to fuck her again? Or didn't she want to be left alone in the room, all tied up? She didn't have any answers.
"Don't worry about it," he said, climbing into his clothes. He reached out and unfastened one of her hands. "That'll be enough for you to get loose. Later. After I've left."
He went to the door, turned and looked at her, blew her a kiss and left.
Janet managed to get free in about five minutes. Her hands were still numb and she was too confused to work properly on the knots. But after she was free, she didn't know what to do. Should she report a rape? Even if she had enjoyed the hell out of it?
She thought of her job and she thought of Bill, a wasted life as a bus-boy getting his kicks in odd ways, and then decided she pitied him. He was already serving his time and he didn't even know it. She went into the shower and simply stood under the hot needles of water for a half-hour.