0 comments/ 6486 views/ 0 favorites No Plan By: cloud_chaser Chapter 1 This time there was no plan. At least that she was aware of. As far as she knew, this morning and afternoon were going to be quiet, spent reading a nice book till it was time to pick up the kids after school. The evening would be spent cooking dinner and helping her daughter on a school project, then getting both kids off to bed sometime around 9:00pm. After that she was going to vegetate in front of the TV watching her favorite show, "Two-and-a-half Men", until she drifted off to sleep for the night. Her husband was traveling on another two week business trip so she was by herself again. She mulled over the possibility of calling her long distance lover, but decided not too, he was at work and she didn't want to intrude if he was busy. What she didn't know, was that today was going to be anything but quiet for her. That by the end of the day she would collapse, utterly exhausted yet satisfied, into her bed. Chapter 2 All hell broke loose in her life at exactly 9:02am. She received a call on her mobile from her lover. He sounded soooo good on the phone this morning, "Good morning beautiful" he said deep in her ear. He always had gravel in his voice during the mornings and it caused her pulse to race just hearing it. "Got any plans today?" he asked. Thinking this was just normal chit chat, she responded that no, she didn't have anything really going on. "Good", he responded "I want you thinking of me today sweetheart, do me a favor and go put the silver bullet in your panties again, just like last time. I can't do anything about it, but you won't forget me for the day...". He laughed quietly as he heard her slightly gasp, then say yes, she would! They chatted again for several minutes, then he pleaded off to attend a meeting. As soon as she hung up, she ran upstairs and dug around in the back of her panty drawer for the "Silver Bullet", as he called it. It was a remote control vibrator about the size of a tube of lipstick, but shaped like a bullet. She carefully took it out of the drawer and put it in the bottom of her panties and pulled them up. She then repositioned it so that it was between her folds and the tip of it was just touching her clitoris. She didn't have the controller for it - he did. He was a half continent away and couldn't use it. But the thought of him buzzing her whenever he wanted excited her. She never had any control of when, where, or how long. It got her wet just thinking about it. Chapter 3 She couldn't help but remember the last time she had the bullet in her panties. It was the first time in over twenty years that she'd seen her lover. They had planned it in detail. She was aware that he would be in town and had been prepared, she thought. She had been hesitant at first, but had lost all control as he totally seduced her, pulled her into a climactic experience that had her knees shaking at the memory of it. He'd led her into a world that she couldn't pull herself away from - didn't want to leave. It made her feel wanted, bold, and alive. He'd led her on a chase around town, drenching her panties at the torture the bullet provided when he felt like it. She'd purchased items in stores that had her shaking at the possible intended use. She'd experienced a massive orgasm with him while she was blindfolded in a hotel room, only to find another woman assisting when she'd removed her blindfold. She was addicted to this man, and the effect that he had on her. Chapter 4 She couldn't help it. She had the bullet in her panties for half an hour when the urge to leave the house, to relive some of the excitement from last time became too strong. This time, unfortunately, he wouldn't be around. She slipped on her heavy, knee length winter coat and went to her car. She backed out of the driveway, and automatically drove to the mall that she had visited last time. This time she leisurely entered the front doors and just wandered around. She decided to visit the bench from last time. As she sat down on it, she felt the bullet push further into her folds, nudging her clitoris. She slowly and carefully rocked slightly on the bench, stimulating herself at the feeling and the memory. She suddenly stopped, realizing that anybody watching her would be wondering at her actions, would probably guess that she was aroused. With cheeks flushing, she quickly got up and moved further into the mall, walking past the "Adam & Eve" store, laughing at the lubricant she'd purchased before and how he had made use of it. Further down, she walked by the Sears store. She had bought rope there last time. She had been almost terrified at the possibilities, but nothing had ever happened with it. He had just used the thought of it to heighten the experience, the danger of having no control of the situation. Chapter 5 The memories were still strong in her mind as she walked back through the mall and decided to stop in at Younkers to do some quick shopping since she was out anyway. A nice sweater dress and Yoga tights in the petite section caught her attention and she decided to try them on. As she was walking into the dressing room, the electronic doorbell "bing-bong"ed at her, and almost instantly the bullet came alive. She yelped and dove for the fitting room to get the bullet out of her panties before anybody heard it - or her. As she opened the stall door - it stopped. Humm, she thought, must be the transmitter had the same frequency. Not really a big deal, it reminded her of her lover - which was why she was here anyway. She decided to leave it in. She tried the dress and tights on. They fit well. Very well. Almost too well. She decided to buy them. At the counter while paying for them, she asked if they would cut the tags off so she could change into them for the day. They did and she changed afterwards, thoroughly enjoying her complimentary buzzz in the process this time. Chapter 6 She left the store in her new body hugging outfit, self conscious that it showed every curve, and much more of her legs than she was really comfortable with. Today was special though. It was worth it. She was feeling sexy and didn't mind if others knew. As she was heading to the front doors of the mall, the bullet buzzed again. Her first thought was that another store alarm had set it off, but realized that it hadn't happened before. It stopped. She took another step to the front doors - and it went off again. "Mother of God" she thought turning around, this was getting out of control. She started walking, legs shaking a little, heading to the mall restrooms to remove the torture device. It stopped again. Whew - she thought. She couldn't handle the buzzer too much, it was just too stimulating and could get her off quickly. She reached the hallway where the restrooms were without the buzzer nibbling away at her again. She was walking down the back hallway and had just reached the coat racks stuffed with winter coats - when it hit her full force. The bullet blipped once, twice, then took on a life all of its own. It had worked its way even further into her tender folds and was pushed hard against her clitoris. She suddenly realized that she wasn't going to make it to the restroom. Not even close. Chapter 7 She saw a small alcove behind the coat rack and dove at it. By the time she made it there she was pumping her hips back and forth and had her hand under her coat and on her mound, which just intensified the feeling. She could't help it, she pulled up her dress and slid her hand down the front of her tights and touched herself. Her clit was swollen tight, protruding from its hood at the front of her folds, and pulsating to the tempo of the bullet. She was drenched and on the verge of an orgasm within moments. The stimulation, her lover this morning, the danger of getting caught in the mall, it was all too much for her. She felt the throws of the orgasm inside her stomach start. She slipped a finger in herself and started pumping quickly. Within moments the orgasm ripped through her hard, leaving her gasping for breath. She realized that she was soaking wet and could smell her own musk in the air. The buzzer magically stopped, it's job done. She grabbed it and slipped it in her purse, readjusted her clothing and coat. Christ, she'd done it. She'd actually masterbated in PUBLIC. She was almost appalled, but at the same time, emboldened by her success, and at not getting caught. She began walking quickly toward the exit again when her purse buzzed. This time it was a different buzzzz - she recognized it as her phone. She pulled her phone out to see she'd received a text message. It was from her distant lover. She read "Was that as good for you as it was for me... :)" Chapter 8 She drifted to a stop, staring at the message, stunned. What the hell?? She quickly looked up and around to see if he was there. She couldn't see him. Then it hit her -she wouldn't see him, ever - unless he wanted her too. He had been a trained observer. A professional, trained by the Army at stealth before returning to college and attaining his degree. Was he here? Now!!?? This morning he'd been half a continent away, at work, in a meeting. Or had he? Had he actually flown his plane here again for a meeting and not told her? Was the call this morning a smoke screen? Christ - he had to be here now. He had set this up, known all along what she would do. The prompt to put the bullet in her panties was all it would take to get her out of the house and primed for some fun. Chapter 9 She practically ran to the car, dialing him in the process. When he answered, she was gasping for breath, mostly from excitement. "Are you here?" she asked. "Mmmm, why do you want to know, lover...?" was his quiet response. She could hear him chuckle low in his throat. She knew it. He WAS here. Watching her. She looked around, knowing it was hopeless, but wanting to see him anyway. "Please," she whispered "I need to see you again." Chapter 10 He had told her to meet him in the same hotel, same room as last time. She didn't need to stop for anything this time though. She scrambled in her purse for her car keys, almost dumping it on the ground in her haste. She finally found them in her coat pocket. Frustrated, her hands were shaking so hard she had to use both of them to push the unlock button and get the key in the ignition. The car screamed out of the lot towards her forbidden pleasure, her one vice. Drugs could never have as strong as an effect on her as he did. Her body yearned for it. Chapter 11 She stood in front of the room door trying to calm herself. Her hair was a tangled mess, mud was on her boots and covered the bottom of her coat. She'd ran across the hotel parking lot, not caring about the dirty snow and mud that splattered around her. She had one objective - get their fast. After several deep breaths and a moment to calm down, she knocked. Out of habit, a double-tap three times with a short space between each, automatically slipping into the previous plan. He answered, just as he did last time, opening the door slightly and holding out the same soft black blindfold made of cashmere. She slipped it on. Chapter 12 He carefully pulled her into the room and took her coat off, laying it across the chair by the entryway. She started to tell him how much she missed him, wanted him, desperately needed him. She wanted to hold him. Before she even got a word out he put his finger across her lips and said "Shush lover, I know, I feel the same way". She almost cried at her urgency. He had a candle burning, she could smell it. It was vanilla and gave a nice sweet scent to he room. He also had music very quietly playing, It was appropriately Eta James "At Last", and set the mood perfectly for her. Its quiet sultry tones reverberating in her bones. He leaned over and lifted each her legs in turn, removing her boots and her tights and panties. She supported herself by putting a hand on his back. She knew that his head was close to her while down there. It immediately caused her to start getting damp in anticipation. Nothing. Once done he took both her hands and carefully pulled her towards the bed. She knew right where it was, the memory was seared in brain. She had fantasized about that room many times in the last six months since their previous meeting. He leaned down and slowly began lifting the sweater dress, making approving noises as it advanced up her hips, exposing her waist, torso, her breasts incased in a standard "cover it all" white bra, and was finally carefully pulled over her head - making sure the blindfold stayed in place. She was quivering by the time he reached around her and undid the clasp on the back of her bra. He pulled the straps down her shoulders and arms, letting her breasts swing loose. She wanted him to immediately take her in his mouth and suck on her hard pebbled nipples. She knew that he wouldn't though, that he would take his time, practically driving her insane before he took her offering. He led her over to the bed with both hands, when she was in front of it he carefully put her hands on it and asked her to crawl to the front and lay on her back. She did. After she was on her back he walked around the side of the bed, took her right arm and moved it to the edge of the bed, then wrapped a thin scarf around her wrist tying a square knot. She felt something cold against the inside of her wrist and heard a metalic snick. This... was different. She hadn't experienced it before. He then quietly padded around the other side of the bed and did the same thing with her other arm, then both her legs. She was tied down on the the bed, splayed out with her legs wide open, no way to hide or protect herself. She knew that she wasn't in any danger from him, but neither could she resist anything he wanted to do to her. She felt a hand press down on the bed, right between her legs. It didn't touch her, but was so close that she could almost feel it. It was almost touching her folds. She wanted to feel it, she wanted to have it touch her, caress her, stroke her. She wanted to feel him as he aroused her so intently. The hand left the bed and she moaned at the disappointment. Suddenly a set of lips latched on the inside of her knee, sucking on it, stroking it with the tongue. The tongue slowly moved up the inside of the leg, swirling around and carefully moving in circles that gradually became larger. Her hips began pulsing, back and forth. She kept hoping that he'd accidentally bump into her with his tongue, but he didn't. She arched her back and thrust herself at his tongue but he stayed far enough away to torture her, yet draw her back. It took a moment for her to recognize it. She was so intent on the tongue that had worked up to within six inches of the inside vee between her legs, she was so excited, that it was a shock to her to realize that another set of lips and tongue were doing the same thing to her other leg and had made it to the top of her pelvis. They were soft and she could feel slight breathing on her skin from the owner. She whimpered, shifting herself around, not knowing who was there, what to expect, knowing that she couldn't get away from it if she wanted to, yet not really wanting to. The lips down by her vee suddenly nestled in on her core. They attacked her swollen clitoris causing her to jerk and grunt, grinding herself into them. They sucked and the tongue flicked her. Her stomach was shaking violently and her thighs were trembling. Her breathing was in short gasps. She could feel it. It was starting. Suddenly she felt the lips leave here vee and she almost cried at the loss, only to have both her breasts pulled into a mouth from each side, and two hands slowly crawl their way down to her vee, one with long slender fingers slide into her, the other set of fingers found her clitoris again and started stroking her in circles, then back and forth. She was going to cum. She knew it. She was excited beyond caring about anything, she just knew that she was going to cum, long and hard. She did, arching her back and pulling at her restraints, letting out an unintelligible groan that lasted for an eternity. Hands, fingers, lips and tongues helped keep her at peak until she started feeling light headed from lack of air before finally coming down from the high. Two quiet voices softly whispered words of encouragement, joy and satisfaction into each of her ears. She was so very sensitive that any slight movement, anything touching her skin or nether regions caused her to cringe from hyper nerve endings. Both her lovers eventually moved away, allowing her to drift off into a stuporous light sleep. Chapter 13 When she awoke, it was to find that she was being spooned from both sides. She was holding on to him in front of her, somebody was behind her with a hand on her, cupping her breast, lightly breathing in her ear almost drifting off. She decided to just let herself relax and enjoy the moment, the closeness of these two that caused her such an orgasm. She knew that it was a woman. He'd introduced that aspect into their relationship last time momentarily without her knowledge. The woman had helped make her cum, but she hadn't realized it till afterwards. She was glad that it was after-the-fact, because she didn't think she would have relaxed enough if she had known before hand. This time she had a feeling that he may take it further, but not too far. He had hit the sweet spot this time, literally... After some time, she moved her hand down and felt him. He was hard, just waiting for her to recover. As she stroked him, he started groaning and rolled over to her. She gave him a deep kiss, tangling with his tongue, and continued to play with him, rolling his balls around in her palm. Eventually she moved her lips down and sucked him hard into her mouth. She could feel the blood rushing through him, the veins throbbing. She continued to play with his balls, rolling them around between her fingers. Her tongue clipped the ridge around his head, flicking back and forth across the most sensitive part of him, the vee at the front of his head. Suddenly, she stopped, aware that if she took it too far that he would cum in her mouth, would probably fill it to overflowing the way he was groaning. She could already taste the salty pre-cum starting. She stopped. It was her turn to play him now, drive him crazy with lust after her, make him experience one of his own orgasms, one he would never forget. Chapter 14 She suddenly realized that the woman was still there, behind her. The woman had kept a hand on her breast the whole time. She'd slowly massaged it, getting a nice response from the nipple as it hardened. She tried to see the woman but couldn't see much of her in the darkness. She could see her shadow and a lightness of her body, but nothing more. She didn't want to talk, didn't want to know a name, didn't want to know what her voice really sounded like beyond the whisper she'd heard earlier. She did want to know what the woman felt like though. She reached over with her left hand and put it on the woman's stomach. It was firm, she could feel the sinews, but there was also softness there as well. The woman sucked in her breath at the contact, not expecting it. She moved her hand slowly up the stomach, feeling it tighten and pull in. She could feel ribs, then suddenly brushed up against a breast. Not a large one, smaller than her own actually. She didn't know what to do. She wanted to touch it, just to make sure that it was real, but she didn't want to embarrass herself. She wan't gay. She was curious. She finally moved her hand up the breast. It was exquisitely soft. She was amazed at how soft it was. She didn't think that her own felt like this when she touched them. She moved her hand further up the breast until she felt the hardened nipple. She heard a quiet gasp at the contact. She felt around the nipple, could feel the skin wrinkle up around it. She was curious about it, wondered what it would taste like, how hard it would be between her lips, what would happen if she sucked on it? Would the woman moan? Another thought flitted through her mind, but she refused acknowledge it. She wouldn't even admit to herself that it had even been there. What would happen if she touched...? Would she enjoy it? She blanked the thought out. No Plan She couldn't do it though, it was just too far for her. She told herself maybe, someday, if the situation was right, but not now. She only had a limited amount of time and had other plans for lover. She stopped and put her hand down. The woman understood, groan laughed, and rolled from the bed leaving her and her lover alone to continue. Chapter 15 He had stopped everything as she explored. He didn't want to intrude on her, her questioning. He didn't want to embarrass her at her inquisitiveness. This was all about her, her fantasies, her needs. He just enjoyed watching her relax and explore her shadows. A darkness moved from the bathroom and a flash of light strobed across the room when the front door opened and quietly closed behind the silent visitor. As she rolled back over to him, he could see the flash of white teeth and a smile in the darkness. She was all his now. For the next couple of hours till she had to return to her world again. Chapter 16 She reached over and pulled him to her in an intense embrace. "Thank you" she quietly whispered. He moaned back, "my pleasure" as she grabbed around his hardness. And he was very hard, ready for her. She wanted him again, but could tell that he was overly excited at this point, that it wouldn't take much of her encouragement for him to release. The next time he would last longer and be able to please her till she was ready to let go herself. She didn't want to be rushed this first time with him though. She decided to pleasure him. She wanted to watch the power she had over him. She turned the bedside lamp on low... this, she wanted to see... Once again, she started stroking him slowly, only this time she kissed each of his nipples and slowly worked down his stomach, just like he did to her. Give him a taste his own medicine she grinned. She ran a tongue around him, running it up to most sensitive part - causing him to pull in his breath and groan loudly, partly crunching up, his stomach muscles were in a slight quivering spasm. She had him, and he knew it. She fondled him with one hand as she started to stroke him with the other. She could see that he kept himself trimmed, there was very little hair to interfere. She suddenly engulfed his sack in her mouth causing him to tighten his grip on her shoulders, she could tell he was close. She could feel the soft the skin in her mouth and started to lightly suck on his sack and manipulate his balls with her tongue, only to hear him groan that he couldn't take it anymore, that he was going to release. She gripped him tighter and stroked a little harder, and watched as his face blanked out and a white hot jet spurted all over his stomach and chest. She could feel his sack contract in her mouth as he started, she continued pumping him, slowing down over time as he completed. Afterwards she could feel his sensitivity, he jerked like a fish on a hook every time she moved, touched him. She owned him. They both decided that a shower was in order, knowing that it would lead to further enjoyment. As they entered the bathroom and he turned on the light, she watched him as his eyes moved over her, enjoying her movements. He moved over and started the shower while she tidied up. She joined him in the shower several minutes later, and they began washing each other. He thoroughly soaped her down,including her hair, turning her around and around, enjoying the feel of her beasts, bottom, feeling her mound - making her moan again. For her part, she made sure that she enjoyed herself as well, reaching around and grabbing him while he was washing her back. It made her feel good to have him stutter in his movements when she did this. She had an effect on him, as strong as he had on her. They got out of the shower and took time drying each other before moving back to the bedroom. She was ready, she needed him again. Badly. He stopped her before she got back into the bed, instead guiding her over to the dresser, asking her to face and lean over it. She did as he asked, looking into the mirror on the wall watching him as he positioned her, spreading her legs, and ran a hand up between them. He watched her watching him, could see the whites of her eyes, her breathing, her anticipation - and moved his head down behind her. He could smell her excitement, he used his left hand to play with her while he pushed his tongue into her folds. She started pushing herself back towards him, wanting to feel his tongue in her, but he pulled back and moved it around the freshly washed area. Her excitement ratcheted up even higher as he moved his tongue all around her, but never touched her core or plunged her depths. Instead, he started to move backwards, upwards, slowly moving around, he moved his hands up and pulled her cheeks apart and her legs about gave out when she felt him circle her anus. She groaned loudly and pushed her bottom out further, trying to expose herself even more, wanting him to continue, to plunge. He swirled his tongue around her instead, listening to her groans of excitement increase, feeling her legs quivering in anticipation. He moved his tongue in closer, then moved both of her hands back to her cheeks and had her pull them as far apart as she could, fully exposing herself. He moved his hand up between her legs, touching her clitoris causing her to jump. He moved his head back down, and touched the back of her folds, dipping himself into her, then he made a slow nodding move with his tongue, moving it around - working his way all the way back up to her ring, touching it, playing with it, slightly pushing into it. Her breathing started to become ragged, she pushed herself back into him, wanting more, wanting to feel him exploring her. He moved his head in and out, slightly plunging his tongue in, increasing his tempo, at the same time moving his hand over her clitoris, rubbing it in a circular pattern, occasionally sliding his fingers down and into her. She was so wet, so ready for him. She groaned that she wanted to feel him in her - wanted to see him in the mirror as he entered her, asked him to hurry. He stood up, reached over on the dresser and used the lubricant on it to get them both ready, then he leaned down and using his middle finger slowly worked into her, careful not to hurt her. She closed her eyes, let her jaw drop slightly and breathed though her mouth, exhaling, and began pushing back on him. She wasn't going to cum like this, but she wanted to feel him, watch him, enjoy the moment as he entered her and pleased her. After she was ready, he carefully positioned himself behind her and put himself against her as she pushed back. He let her determine the speed and depth. She grunted as he made it all the way through, held up for several moments as her muscles relaxed, then slowly started stroking him back and forth watching him in the mirror the whole time. She could see his eyebrows rise up, his mouth open, she watched him in the mirror as he groaned at her tightness. He enjoyed her so much, she wished that she had a video of it so she could relive the experience again later on by herself. They continued until she was ready to move to the bed. She needed him, she needed release, multiple times, with him. She was always sensitive after the first time and could experience her high multiple times and wanted it to be with him, now. When they entered the bed, she held up both arms to him, beckoning him to come make love to her. They started slow, but quickly built their tempo until she could feel her release starting. A warm tingling in her stomach quickly worked its way down until she felt it engulf her, she could feel her muscles clamping and releasing. After her breathing returned to normal, she rolled over on her side and said she had one more left in her, she was still very sensitive, but that she wanted to enjoy herself for a while. She rolled on her stomach and pushed her bottom into the air, she wanted him from behind as it always filled her up and the sensation of him filling and pounding into her like that was just what she needed. He straddled her from behind and carefully spread her lips, entering her nice and easy due to her wetness. He pushed into her all the way, feeling the very end of her, he could feel her moan as he totally filled her. He began stroking her, nice and easy, slowly building his tempo. He continued until her breathing started to get jagged, until she was groaning loudly that she needed to come. He pulled out and rolled her over, stared into her dark eyes, and slid easily into her. She clamped her legs behind him, pulling him further into her, her hands were on his lower back, urging him to continue, to bring her to orgasm, to make her release. He quickly built his tempo again, staring into her eyes as she started breathing hard, taking quick shallow breathes, on the verge, she closed her eyes and he crushed her lips with a long hard kiss as she came, her muscles clamping - back arching. He quietly came at the same time, continuing to stroke her, but slower and easier as she worked through her release. As she finished, he slowed to a stop but stayed deep in her. She opened her eyes again, looking at him. He kissed her forehead, her cheeks, her chin, and carefully her lips. They stayed like this for several minutes, not saying anything, just looking at each other, enjoying the closeness, the tenderness, the togetherness. Chapter 17 After returning from the restroom, they crawled into the bed and laid on their sides facing each other, quietly talking, stroking each other, both aware that the time was quickly approaching when she would have to leave, to start up her life again. She had to pick up her kids at school and return to her daily routine. He rolled onto his back finally and she laid her head on his shoulder, quietly breathing as she relaxed. He loved hearing her breathe, feeling the tickle of it in his ear, he wished it could last longer, but knew that it couldn't. He also had to return to his life, he had a routine that he lived to and enjoyed as well. This was a part of his life that was his alone however. No one else but her shared it, it was one that he never would share except with her. He cherished it and hoped that it would continue for she filled a part of him that was otherwise empty. The End No! Please! No! Caitlyn was one of those rare women. She was amazingly beautiful, yet completely without any idea how pretty she really was. She came in at just below average at 5'4" tall; her thick lustrous red curls flowed down her back to the slim line of her waist. To be honest if she were a different person she would be a thick girl. Her constant on the go lifestyle, ensured that she never gained much excess weight. What extra pounds she did carry were distributed in the best of places. Her breast were very large, at 38EE she was only a couple of sizes away from having to get them custom made. Her waist was a trim 24 inches around, but her hips came in at a curvaceous 40 inches, most of that taken up by a tight, round bubble butt. Her thighs, and calves were strong, and toned, just a little thicker than Caitlyn probably would have preferred if she were able to reconstruct herself. Her alabaster skin bruised easily, but other wise was blemish free. Individually her facial features were too much; her nose too sharp, her lips too full, too pouty. Her cheekbones too high, her chin too stubborn. Her eyes too large, the green too vibrant. Yet they came together to form a wonderfully symmetrical face that was gorgeously attractive. Unfortunately Caitlyn could only see the individual features, not how they came together. She had no confidence, and constantly gave off the air of a victim. For every victim, there is always a predator waiting to pounce. The predator that entered Caitlyn's life was named Neil. Neil was all that Caitlyn was not; he was tall, 6'9", he was very big, it was all muscle, not an ounce of fat but he was a huge guy, broad of shoulder with massive biceps and tree trunks for legs. His hair was dark as the blackest midnights. His skin darkly tanned. Individually his features were perfect. Yet together they didn't balance out. Even beyond that, his smile was quite feral, as if he were always hunting. Neil met Caitlyn one night in their neighborhood's grocery store. Everything about her called out to him. To Neil she was like a gazelle to a lion. He struck up a conversation with her, asking her help in picking out a steak. He managed to parlay that into an invitation to join her for dinner. Though in all honesty, Caitlyn never actually asked, though Neil made sure that she believed that it was her idea. Once in Caitlyn's apartment, Neil reverted to form. He stalked her into the kitchen, and as soon as she had finished putting away all of her perishables, he struck. He stalked forward, pushing Caitlyn back as he did so, stopping only when her back hit the refrigerator door. With hands around her chest, under he large breasts, he picked her up and kissed her deeply, fiercely. He nipped at her pouty lower lip before trailing kisses over to her ear. Neil bit down on Caitlyn's ear lobe before whispering ominously, "big tittied slut like you. I just know you are gonna give me one hell of a ride. Shit baby I think I'm in love with your sexy ass." "No! Please! No! I'm not...I've never. Please I'm not a slut. God please stop." Caitlyn really had no clue how this had ended up so very wrong. She'd thought she had finally met someone nice. Just looking at him had made her feel special. Yet now as his hands were groping her ass and his lips once more covered hers in a harsh kiss, she was quailing in fear. She just hoped that her first response to his calling her a slut had not been noticed, or if he had noticed, maybe just maybe it could get her out of this mess. "You've never what? Never been fucked like you really need? Or wait never been fucked at all?" Neil wanted to know for himself. So he bunched her long skirt up and under one of his huge hands, with his other he ripped off her sun dotted white panties. He used his legs to force hers apart; his large hand trailed up her thigh, savoring her silky skin. Neil's fingers found the thick lips of her vagina, and Caitlyn's one secret vanity. She waxed her nether regions, legs, and underarms obsessively. "That's really fucking sexy. Most women I know have so much bush, I can't see the forest for the trees. But not you. Shit honey I may actually have to eat your pussy." But Neil brought himself back to his purpose. He shoved one thick finger into the tight, semi wet heat of Caitlyn's cunt. When his finger butted against her maidenhead, Neil smiled voraciously. "Fuck baby, you really are a virgin. I haven't had a virgin in years. Oh but shit I'm not only gonna fuck you. I'm gonna keep you. You are perfect for me. Little, cute as hell...lips that should remain wrapped round my dick, an ass that's begging to get fucked, plus you're a virgin. Yeah you are mine." Caitlyn resumed her struggles. But her wriggling only served to make Neil just that much more aroused. In her attempts to get away, Caitlyn was pressing her big breasts into his chest. Her nipples pulled tight in fear, mimicked arousal. Her hips were grinding forward, heaving, and bucking. Trying to dislodge herself from the fridge door, so that she might run. All she succeeded in doing was stimulating Neil's already stiffening cock. "The harder you fight, the more I want to fuck you. The harder I want to fuck you. Keep fighting, you're really turning me on." Neil warned her, his voice was low, dangerous, sexy. Despite his warning, Caitlyn found herself unable to stop. She kept fighting, denying that her body was responding to his words and his kisses. As she fought, Neil managed to strip her completely. He stood back and let her feet slide to the floor. Despite her nudity Caitlyn tried to slip past Neil and make a run for the door. Neil reached out a massive hand and grabbed her flying ponytail. He used it as a tether to drag her back into his arms. "On second thought I think I like you just as feisty as you are." Neil's mouth latched onto her neck, sucking, marking her. An act of possession. Neil forced Caitlyn to the floor of her kitchen. His hand moved back between her legs as his mouth focused on her big, fat breasts. Neil roughly fingered her tight, only nominally moist pussy. He bit his way around the tops of her tits before he finally began to lick and suck and bite at Caitlyn, long pink nipples. Caitlyn lay trapped; she still squirmed and wiggled trying to get free. Each time Neil would thrust a lengthy, thick finger into her dampening cunt; she would squeal in a most exciting way. "Oh, oh eeee!" Perversely Neil did not intend to allow her to get fully wet. He just wanted her moist enough to get his dick in. the thought of raping her dry, tight pussy and still making her cum...it made his cock get even harder. Moving his hand from the apex of her thighs, Neil raised up a bit, pulling cruelly on the nipple he still had clasped between his teeth, and unbuttoned his fly. He worked his 9x3 inch cock free. He once more forced Caitlyn's legs apart, leaving many finger shaped bruises. Kneeling between her pale thighs, Neil lined the head of his cock up with her tiny opening. Giving her a pitiless smile, he started to fuck his way into her body. Pushing forward, then retreating half a length, and again forward. Until finally he was balls deep in the tightest cunt his dick has ever had the pleasure of knowing. Even as he realized he was out of dick, he noted that she was out of vagina as well. The tip of his cock brushed teasingly against her cervix. "See it's a perfect fit. You've got just enough cunt for my cock. And damn you pussy is fucking tight. Fuck. I'm definitely keeping your sexy little ass. Shit." Neil wanted to go slowly, work Caitlyn from victim to slut. But her body felt so good writhing under his; rippling around his cock with more and more lubrication. Caitlyn was getting wetter and wetter as she was getting fucked. Her nipples were so hard that every time they pressed against his chest they sent a sharp thrill through her body, straight to her clit; an organ which was doing a fair amount of rubbing itself. He was pulling almost all the way out leaving only about half the head of his dick in side her. Then he was plunging back in and grinding his pelvis into hers stimulating her clit internally and externally. Suddenly something so surprising and yet amazing shook its way through Caitlyn's body. She screamed out as her first ever 'real' orgasm flew through her nervous system with such intensity it caused her whole body to seize and arch. Her torso twisted, dragging her nipples across Neil's chest that just drew out her orgasm even more. "Shit yeah, come on you little slut. Cum on my cock. You are mine now. No one will ever make you feel like this again. Damn I'm gonna blow. Fuck I hope I knock you up. Shit if not we'll just have to do this again and again 'til I do. Then again we're gonna do this over and over anyway." Neil didn't try to stop his own orgasm from rocking though him. He had done what he set out accomplish. Caitlyn had come first and had a teeth rattling cum at that. As soon as he finished cumming, Neil pulled out and forced Caitlyn to her knees. She was shaky and still riddled with aftershocks, when he commanded her to suck him back to hardness. The newly deflowered virgin had no experience, but Neil enjoyed that. Teaching her through his words and his hand wrapped in her ponytail directing her path and speed how to please him. Caitlyn pleasured him with her mouth for over half an hour, before he finally allowed her to pull away. Once he had returned to full hardness, Neil reached up to the counter and grabbed the olive oil Caitlyn had pulled from the bags right before he began his assault. He opened it quickly and poured some over his dick. Grabbing Caitlyn by her hips he positioned her on all fours in front of him. "Now baby, now comes the hard part." Holding open her round, taunt ass cheeks, Neil managed to force himself to go slow and allow her to get used to each centimeter. Soon enough Caitlyn's body started to regain the earlier pleasure. As Neil reamed out her tiny little asshole, Caitlyn could only able incoherently. It felt really good. She would never have imagined how good being taken, being fucked against her will, could feel. She enjoyed not having any responsibility. It was freeing. Though she knew she should keep fighting, when Neil's finger's found and began to tease and pinch her nipples, Caitlyn once more found herself adrift in a sea of all consuming pleasure. Neil fucked Caitlyn though several more orgasms. Noting that she still tried to fight each and every one. That just made them all the more sweet for him. Finally it all became too much for him. The situation, and the stimulation combined to make him cum so hard the head of his dick actually hurt. Yet the intelligent bastard reached under his thigh and held himself so that he experienced the orgasm without the ejaculation. Pulling out he grabbed Caitlyn's ponytail and dragged her back around. Shoving himself deep into her throat, Neil used Caitlyn's mouth to clean his dick before shoving himself back into her tight little cunt. Over and over she came 'til finally Caitlyn was beginning to come down when she felt the wash of his jism splashing against her sugarwalls. It was so hot and felt so good she lost her self once more to the waves of pleasure that her rapist so enjoyed bringing her. She screamed out his name, and they both knew she was now his.