10 comments/ 84905 views/ 62 favorites The Licker By: Bliss_Deveraux WARNING: This story contains sibling incest themes, bondage and some humiliation. * I had developed a terrible obsession with my step-sister's naked body. I couldn't wait to get my hands on it. It had been 3 years since Natalie and her mom Sarah came into our lives. As a young, perpetually horny teenage male, it had been both wonderful and torturous to suddenly have a beautiful young woman living in my home. Natalie was 16 when our parents met, and already showing signs of the beauty she would blossom into. It wasn't hard to imagine, looking at Sarah, but Natalie's body promised to be even lusher than her mother's. They were both brunette, with long dark hair with natural, large curls. Natalie's eyes were an ocean blue, Sarah's much more blue than green. They were both possessed of hourglass figures, though Natalie's looked at though her hourglass might gain quite a bit more sand in the top half than her mother as she matured. They frequently played tennis together, and each had slim and toned bodies. Sarah was 40, and could easily pass for 10 years younger. To intensify the situation, our parents kept making us hang out together, saying it would be good to build our bond as siblings. Right. Like that's the kind of bond I had in mind when I looked at sweet Natalie. But....she was great company. She liked to play video games, we watched the same shows on television - and on the frequent nights when our parents were out, she always made extra food for me when she cooked her dinner. Still, she was a gorgeous girl, and I wasn't above using my proximity to her to take advantage. Now that I was 21 and Natalie was 19, I felt more confident about really getting to KNOW her. I had developed an awful obsession with her pussy, and I wanted nothing more in the world than to give it a good licking. I knew she was still a virgin, and due to my daily shows I also knew that she kept her pussy totally shaved or waxed at all times. I appreciated that and I wanted to show her. I'm getting ahead of myself. I'll rewind, back to last year when they first moved in... She was settled into the room next to mine, and we shared a bathroom. Which meant that I knew that there was a naked girl in there in the morning, when I heard the shower come on. A hot, naked, wet girl. After wrestling with my (small) conscience for a month or so, I set about placing hidden cameras in the bathroom one Saturday morning while the house was empty. They had been easy enough to obtain as my friend, Thomas, had been working on making small, waterproof cameras for a school project, and he had been trying to convince me to field test a few to help his research. I wasn't sure what his purposes were, and I certainly didn't reveal mine - but for what other reason does a young man need such a camera? They were simple to operate, having the capability to be set on a timer, with motion sensors, or left to on. I did Thomas a solid for his project and set each of the three cameras to record on a different setting. Natalie usually showered at 6 am during the week, so I set the timer to to record a few minutes before 6, and to go for 30 minutes. I set all three cameras around the bathroom, hoping to get everything: undressing, showering, toweling off - EVERYTHING. I added a wifi transmitter to my room, close enough for the cameras and my laptop to work on the same unit. If everything worked as promised, the cameras would transmit / stream the footage to my computer. Late that night, Natalie came to my room. "Ryan?," she whispered very quietly. "I'm awake," I replied, sitting up in bed where I'd been with my E-reader. "I can't sleep," she confessed. "I think I have an addiction." "Seriously, Nat? It's like midnight." "Please? They're not even home, you know. No worries about waking them up." I was surprised that our parents still weren't back - midnight is kind of late for people their age, after all - but it wasn't unheard of. "Fine, we'll do it." She clapped her hands and cheered and danced around the room. I hurried to get the light on, hoping to watch her full tits bounce beneath her pj top. Mission accomplished, I thought, covertly looking at her nipples through the thin pink cotton. She was so naive. She walked around the house like we were all one big blood family. I turned on the Wii console and checked to make sure the game she wanted was in, a modern take on the classic Super Mario games. We sat on my bed and started a two-person game. A few minutes in, she starting talking, like girls always do. "I wish I could be a princess," she dreamily. "It would so cool to live in a tall tower with my own fireplace and servants...." "Yeah, and be kidnapped on a regular basis by evil men." "Not that part of the story! This is a kids game, but I know how that would work in real life." "You mean the politics? Ransoms? Not negotiating with terrorists?" "No! But they would take my virginity, and-" I dropped my controller. I didn't hear anything else she said after that for quite some time. She didn't seem to notice, intent on the game. So many thoughts were going through my head. It hadn't even occurred to me that a girl that looked like that might be a virgin. I was even more excited now that I knew I might be the first man to see her naked once I got footage on Monday! I finally snapped back into the conversation. "- and you know I'm not like, some zany religious freak. I just don't want to regret it. I have a lot of friends who did it way too fast, or with the wrong guy, or whatever. I'm not saying marriage. But not yet." 90 torturous minutes later, the parents were finally home and in bed, and she was finally tired. I locked the door behind her and quickly stripped off my pants, fumbling for my bedside lotion as I savagely pummeled my erection into submission. By the time Monday afternoon came around, I was ready to come unhinged. I raced home from my part time job and climbed the stairs 3 at at time. I locked my bedroom door and quickly logged into my computer, holding my breath as the folder I'd set up loaded. Holy shit, it was all there. Three different videos, all from different angles vantage points. I had hours to myself - Natalie was sleeping over at her best friend's house, and the parents would be at work for some time yet. I picked the timed video to start with. It was in the overhead light, and positioned looking directly down, giving a great vantage into the shower. First, she turned on the water. Once the steam started, Natalie stepped in. I felt my mouth drop open as I pumped lotion into my hand. She looked like a goddess. Her dark hair flowed over her shoulders and down her back as she let the warm water course over her body. With her head tilted back, my view of her fantastic tits was unobscured. She leaned forward, turning up the hot water and the steam increased. I hoped the steam wouldn't affect the camera. I hadn't thought of that issue, and this was such a perfect viewpoint! Her round ass was just visible as she grabbed the shampoo. I slowly stroked myself, enjoying this new experience. She was even better looking naked than I'd imagined. Even though the semi-see-through tops she wore around the house, I hadn't been treated to the full impact of her tits. It was so satisfying to look at her nipples, especially as she rubbed body wash across them. I watched as she carefully cleaned and shaved her pussy, removing stubble I couldn't even see on the camera. Then I was losing control of my own genitalia as I watched her thorough rinsing, shuddering slightly as the water touched an especially sensitive area. I grabbed my blue jerking towel from the desk drawer, putting it to use. Then she stopped. Natalie stood still for a moment, as if making a decision. She checked her waterproof watch, and then moved. My mouth dropped open again as I watched her remove the hand-held shower head from the wall grip. My cock rose as I considered the possibilities - but not for long, because she suddenly lowered herself to the tub floor. Once she finished adjusting the water pressure and started to aim it between her legs, I let out the breath I hadn't known I'd been holding. I watched as her thighs struggled to remain open against the instinct of her oversensitized flesh - she obviously hadn't gotten the water pressure perfect yet. Then she did. Natalie leaned back, in the corner of the tub, her lips parted in erotic bliss. Her pretty pink nipples were erect, and as I watched, she rubbed them with one hand. After a while she seemed to grow impatient, and moved that hand between her legs. It looked like she was spreading herself open, allowing the water to hit her clitoris more directly. It was a great prototype, but the camera wasn't quite up to that kind of detail at this stage. In a few moments more, she reached a climax, biting her lip to keep her soft pants and moans from erupting. My eruption was inevitable, but I had my handy towel. She rinsed off again and was done. I kept watching until the camera shut off 3 minutes later. I've been watching her ever since. And I've been planning. It's time. I made my move during July of summer break. Natalie and I were both home for a few weeks. She had decided to spend most of the summer vacationing and partying before she started college that fall. I was about to head into my senior year. I had completed an internship before coming home, shortening my summer but worth it in the long run.While I didn't regret my decision to double major in Chemistry and Biology, I was definitely looking forward to a summer of relaxing. Our parents went to visit friends for the four day holiday weekend. It was a particularly warm summer's night. Natalie had been hungover all day, and now that she was recovered, she wanted to go to sleep early. I stayed in the basement, watching television and going over my plan in my mind. Her light went out a little after 11, and that's when I went into action. I had hacked into the camera on her computer, and used it now to make certain she was sleeping. After 10 minutes of deep and steady breathing, I was convinced. I was also incredibly horny, having watched her t-shirt ride up as she slept, revealing a tiny pair of pink panties that suddenly became a part of my plan for the evening. My little step-sister preferred the night breeze to air conditioning or fans, and so always kept her window open on warm nights. Being on the second floor, and in a neighborhood like White Lake, she probably never even thought of anyone using it to get to her. I wasn't going to use it either, but it would serve as an excellent patsy. I was wearing a black t-shirt and cargo pants, with ample supplies, and a ski mask. I silently opened her door, a chemical-soaked rag in one hand. She awoke briefly when I dropped on top of her, but I had the cloth placed over her face before she could finish drawing breath to scream. She quickly lost consciousness, and I took advantage of a lack of resistance to move things along. I turned on the desk lamp, and after impatiently tugging off her t-shirt, I quickly secured her wrists to each other and the headboard directly above her, using padded cuffs. I tied a blindfold over her face, quickly unwinding her long hair from the bun she twisted it into for sleeping. I turned on her web camera, pre-set to stream to my laptop - I wanted to be able to relive this later. Then I slipped off her panties, stuffing them into her mouth as a gag. I did the same to her ankles at the bottom, but her legs I spread wide apart, giving me my first good in person look at the object of my intense fixation. Hot damn, she had a pink, lickable pussy, and I could hardly wait. I'd watched her give it a thorough, Jasmine-scented cleaning that morning after a brief run. Then she'd carefully shaved away every last bit of hair that had grown back in the past two days. But I forced myself to be patient. Instead of plowing my face between her legs, I drank her in. Natalie was gorgeous. 5'6", around 115 pounds, she had long, wavy dark hair that came to her waist. It was currently fanned underneath her unconscious frame. It added to the look, illuminated by the outside light seeping in through the window. Her eyes, currently closed, were a brilliant blue-green. Her lips were soft and lush. And her tits.... I knew from rummaging through her underwear drawer that she had bloomed into a 32 D. Her tits were fantastic. I gave them a firm squeeze, enjoying the feel of her warm, soft flesh under my hands. I reached down between her legs, fingers sliding over a smooth mound and reaching her moist candy center. Suddenly, I felt her shift and knew she was waking. I let her feel my full weight, a muscular 190 pounds, and then whispered in a very low voice that if she didn't fight back, I wouldn't hurt her. I just wanted to have a little fun, I explained, keeping my voice much lower than my usual tone. She started crying, resignedly, and I was able to move. Besides, she wasn't going anywhere and there wasn't anyone here to help her anyway. All she could do was exhaust herself while I made her sweet little slit into my dinner. I went back to her tits, sucking and squeezing them, enjoying the taste and feel of her nipples in my mouth. I could feel her squirming beneath me, which only served to turn me on more. My hand between her legs told me that my efforts were working -- she was getting wetter and wetter by the minute. I couldn't wait anymore. I made my way down her belly, taking in the feel of her smooth, toned abdomen, until I reached my target. I took a deep sniff -- she smelled delicious, like a forbidden treat should. I quickly knelt on the pillow I'd placed on the floor at the foot of bed, and used my fingers to gently spread her lips apart. She quivered, but trussed up on the bed as she was, there was nowhere for her to go. I took my first lick, right up from her tight soaking wet hole to her still-hidden clit, setting it to throbbing beneath its protective hood. I plucked it from that small safety, using my fingertips to keep her spread while completely exposing her pink clit. I moaned to look at it, and covered it with my tongue while Natalie moaned and whimpered behind her panty gag, her tears seeping from under the blindfold. I scooted forward a bit, getting a firm grip on her long, toned legs as I worked my tongue all around her deliciously wet pussy. I quickly decided that her oh-so-sensitive clit was my favorite spot -- and possibly hers too, if the muffled protestations were any indication. I rested my head on her thigh while my tongue swirled around her smooth pink nerve bundle. She tasted so good. I worked a single finger into her wet hole. She grunted in response; despite the lubrication, she was super tight. Definitely still a virgin. I was in heaven. I felt her pussy clench around my exploring finger and knew that she was close. I increased the speed of my tongue, and felt her clit throb as she came. She was still crying softly as I licked her cream. My cock was so hard, I thought I was going to explode. It was time for my release. After many agonizing hours, I had decided that I had a better shot of getting away with this if I didn't actually take her virginity. But I was still going to make her satisfy me. I climbed up the bed and straddled Natalie's slender waist, grasping her full tits in each hand. I slowly worked my cock through her soft cleavage, enjoying the feel of her flesh as I slid back and forth. It felt amazing - but it wasn't enough. It was too passive, and I wanted more. Palming one of her full, perky tits, I leaned forward to whisper into her ear in my affected voice. "I want to remove your gag. If you scream, I'll be forced to hurt you. Do you understand?" She sniffled as she nodded vigorously. I slowly pulled the panties from her mouth, setting them aside. "Is your mouth dry?" She nodded again, more hesitantly this time. I took the glass of water from her nightstand and helped her take a sip. Her body was still very tense but also a little calmer. "You're a beautiful girl. What's your name?" She hesitated again, biting her lip. "Anna." A partial truth - Anna was her middle name. I didn't really care. Natalie, Anna, Elizabeth or Joan - whatever she wanted me to think her name was, she was a hot piece of ass and I was going to make the most of this time. "Anna. That's a pretty name." I ran my hands across her chest, and she tried to shrink into the mattress beneath her. "I noticed earlier that you have a very tight pussy, Anna. Did you know that?" Her only response was her body shaking with tension. "Are you a virgin, Anna darling?" She bit her lip again, and it was easy to see that she wasn't sure whether the truth would help her or not. Growing impatient, I twisted a nipple with each hand, just hard enough to mix pain into the budding pleasure. She whimpered again, causing my cock to jump in reply. "Answer me. Have you had a cock inside your pussy?" "No," she whispered. I began to thumb her nipples in the silence that followed. "Do you want to stay a virgin?" She nodded quickly, and a loud sob hiccuped from her. "Please...don't..." "Quiet! Or I'll have to gag you again, and that will ruin everything." I kept my hands on her tits. I'd been waiting so long to touch them, and I just couldn't seem to stop. She squirmed beneath my touch, clearly uncomfortable with the attention her sensitive buds and breasts were receiving. "Please stop," she mumbled. "Alright." I paused for a moment, and then leaned down, pressing her tits together so I could lick or suck both of her nipples at once. She started to cry again, and I snapped. I extricated one hand from her boob pile and pushed two fingers into her super tight velvet sheath. "Shut up! You're ruining this with your fucking whining." Terrified, she clenched her mouth shut. She kept silent while I finger fucked her for a while. I returned to my feast on her sweet, erect nipples. Natalie wisely kept her mouth shut, save for a few quiet sobs that escaped. Satisfied, I spoke again. "Good Anna. I knew you could do it. If you do everything I tell you do, and you keep me happy, you will still be a virgin when I leave. Will you do that?" "Yes, okay," she nodded tearfully. "Okay. Have you ever given a blow job?" I saw her stiffen again. "N-n-no." "You're going to learn. I'm going to untie your hands, but first I'm going to teach you how to suck my cock. You'd better do a good job." "Okay, yes," she said, trying to gather herself. I adjusted the pillow behind her head. "No teeth, and use your tongue. I like a lot of tongue. Open your mouth." She opened her mouth, and I took a big handful of her long silky hair before feeding the first half of my eager cock into her face. "Use your tongue!" I reminded her sharply. "It's big!" She choked out with her mouth full. "Anna" was a quick learner. She was running her tongue up and down and around me like a pro within minutes. I'd been holding back for so long at that point, I knew I didn't have long. "I'm coming to come in your mouth," I managed to grunt out. I felt her try to twist away, and roughly tightened my grip on her hair. "You better swallow it!" I slammed into her throat as my balls emptied. Holy shit, it felt amazing. I'd never taken a woman against her will before, but the extra thrill of this encounter promised me I'd do it again. She sputtered as I pulled out of her mouth, trying to catch her breath. I took mercy upon her, wiping her face with the t-shirt she'd been wearing before. "That was good," I said soothingly as I cleaned her up. "You've earned some freedom. I'm going to untie your hands now. Don't get any stupid ideas. Your feet are still tied up. And I will hurt you if you try anything." She nodded slowly. She flexed her wrists and fingers as they came free - Or rather freer. Her wrists were still tied to each other, but not to anything else. "Thanks. My hands hurt," she whispered, so low I also missed it. "You sucked me good, so you deserved a little freedom." The Licker "Are....you going to let me go now?" I laughed, careful to keep my natural laugh from being too obvious. "No, Anna. We have some more things we're going to do together. Lots of fun things. But if you're good to me, I'll be good to you." Her hands moved to cover her exposed chest, but I grabbed her wrists and moved them. "Don't cover those. Don't be selfish." She was silent. It was fun to watch the emotions play across the bottom of her face. Body language spoke volumes, and I could read that she was pretty well broken at this point: As long as she believed I'd leave without harvesting her cherry, she'd go along with just about anything. Good. More fun, less trouble for everyone. "Anna. I like your titties. They're big, and beautiful. They're perfect. I bet all the other girls are jealous of you, aren't they?" I reached out and groped them again. "Anna, I asked you a question." "I don't know," she mumbled. "Speak up!" I was enjoying her discomfort almost as much as the feel of her flesh in my hands. She shook her head violently. "I don't know! I don't know anything!" "Quiet. Calm down. What size bra do you wear?" "A 32 D," she said clearly but quietly. She winced, and I realized my fondling had turned to outright squeezing without my noticing it. "You have melons," I told her as I eased up. "I need you to hold your melons." I positioned her hands to cup the outer sides of her tits, pushing them together to create a luscious valley. Then I adjusted the pillow behind her head, angling her face so that her mouth was right above that valley. Stepping back to check out my work (and give the web camera a clear shot), I admired the view she made, semi-trussed up and holding her tits for me. This was a dream come true. "Anna, it's very important that you don't move your hands, no matter what. I'm going to lick and fuck your melons and your mouth, and it's your job to keep me happy. Don't forget what we practiced - lots of tongue, no teeth." "I'm scared. I don't know if I can." "Then I'll tie you back up and fuck your tight little pussy instead." I punctuated my sentence by palming her mound, and surprised, she tried to wrench away. "No, no, I'm sorry! I'll do it, I'll do it!" To her credit, she never moved her hands. I climbed back on top of her and ran my tongue back and forth between her full tits. I didn't need the lube - my cock was fairly weeping pre-cum at this point - but I was enjoying it. "Open your mouth," I instructed Natalie as I slid my hard cock between her sweet melons. Her obedience added to the sensations of sliding from tit valley to mouth, and I closed my eyes. I was only really able to slide the head into to her mouth, but her tongue was so soft and wet that it didn't matter. When she started to whimper again, I looked down and realized I'd been so vigorous that I'd been slamming into the soft undersides of her tits. Bruises were beginning to blossom. I felt bad about harming such a magnificent example of female flesh, so I decided to change positions. "Anna, let of your tits. I'm going to lick your pussy while you suck my cock." I watched her face change again, her mouth dropping open in shock. I LOVED seeing the reactions on her face when I announced my next plan. I rubbed some of my juices from her cleavage onto her nipples before turning over. I gave her an experimental lick. She was wet, and still very tasty. I shifted position, lowering myself back into her mouth and making sure not to hurt her with my weight before burying my mouth and attention where it belonged. I pressed a thumb over her swollen clit. The slight pressure caused it to throb under my digit as I pushed my tongue into her wet, virginal pussy. She bucked up involuntarily, and my tongue was eased further into her delightful passage. Her tongue, at that minute wrapped around the head of my cock, froze in shock. I wiggled my hips to remind her to keep going, and she promptly did so. Her mouth was so warm and wet. I groaned into her, my tongue thrusting in and out, my thumb rubbing lightly across the surface of her delicate nub. Hungry for more, I slurped her swollen clit into my mouth, holding it firmly with my lips while my tongue licked at it. Her legs clenched, her body overwhelmed by my oral attentions. I quickly plunged two fingers into her juicy center, gently stroking her lust. I felt the spasm start in her center, and spread out to her entire body as she convulsed. Even her forced orgasms were beautiful. Her moans shuddered through me, from my sensitive cock head up. I felt my balls tighten as her lips and tongue worked me to a ferver. I exploded into her mouth, pumping her face happily as my fluids filled it. It was an unexpected pleasure to feel her swallow my juices around my still-semi-erection. Reluctantly, I pulled out. "Anna's" pussy was still seeping her wonderful fluids. "Have you had anyone lick your pussy before tonight?" "N-n-no, never!" I gave a short laugh at her tone. "Get used to it. I'm going to eat you until my mouth hurts and then some." I was ready for the next round of fun, and I repositioned her while I talked, thrilling from the expressions that played across her face throughout. "You're going to learn things tonight. It'll be better if you surrender yourself to me now, because I do control you. Your pussy is really wet, Anna. I know I made you come. And that's going to happen a lot more too. We won't be leaving this room until you satisfy me. And you'll have to go extra far to do that if you don't want me to wear your virginity on my cock for the rest of my life." When I was finished, Natalie's upper body was propped up by her pillows, her flexible legs forming an open diamond, knees flat on the bed, the soles of her feet touching each other. I sat on the foot of the bed, eager to watch the coming show. "Play with your melons, Anna," I instructed. When she hesitated - "This is how it's done." I leaned forward and hefted one, thumbing her responsive pink nipple. "I'll do it!" She cried out softly. I slowly stroked my cock as I watched my live-and-in-person-Natalie-Masturbating-Show. Natalie squeezed her full perky tits, running her hands over them again and again. "More," I ordered, "play with those sweet nipples of yours." She dutifully began to twist and fondle the erect tips, and I watched the flow of juices from between her legs increased. "Play with your clit." Natalie's finger slipped through her fluids for a moment before she stopped. "It hurts. It's really sensitive." "Put your fingers in yourself. Do it like you're alone." "I....don't do that when I'm alone." "Oh, for fuck's sake! Go back to playing with the melons, Anna." Leaning towards her again, I slipped a finger into her tight shaft, seeking her g-spot. When I added another finger, the volume of the whimpers and moans she was trying to stifle increased. After checking the line of sight for the webcamera, I slowly worked the ridged area inside her. "When you come, keep playing with your titties," I directed her. Despite her best efforts (again) to fight it, I pulled this climax from her as well. I licked my fingers, delighted by her taste. I wanted to drink from the source. I laid on my stomach, her ankles beneath my chest and pushed my tongue into the folds of her flesh. I ignored the tension I felt in her body until suddenly, she was trying to push me away. "No, stop, please! Please stop!" I grabbed her by the throat and pushed her back into the bed, scattering pillows everywhere. Holding her just hard enough to show I could hurt her if I wanted to, I spoke calmly. "You're a stupid, ungrateful bitch. Most females in your situation would be crying because they were tied to the furniture while the guy fucked their dry pussy. Or because they were bleeding from the ass. You're crying, fighting me, and for what? Because I'm licking your pussy?" I shook her a little make sure she was listening. "Get up!" I hauled her off the bed as she feebly tried to regain her balance. I pulled her into my lap, my cock sticking straight up between her legs when I was done. I gripped the back of her neck with one hand, using the other to spread open her lips and wedge my cock right up against her juicy wet outsides. She whimpered and I shook her again. "Take one hand," I breathed into her ear, "and wrap it around the part of my cock that's sticking up between your legs. Just like that....keep rubbing it." I directed her other hand to scoop the juices out of her hole and rub them on my excited member as well. I wrapped my hands around her tits, pressing on side of my face into her back, my hips moving up and down and grinding my erection against her pussy as she rubbed me off. I intentionally shot my load all over her chest, bending her over at the crucial moment to make sure it landed where I wanted it to. "I'm going to do everything I want to you, and you'd be smart to just go along with it so you don't get hurt." She was still crying but silently, at least, and seemed docile again. I untied her ankles from the bed. "We're going to go take a shower now, Anna." As we waited for the water to get warm enough, I sat on the edge of the tub, my legs open to accommodate Natalie's head between them. She was kneeling on the fluffy white bath rug, my cock deep in her face. I'd wrapped one of her small, soft hands around my balls, ordering her to rub them as she sucked me off. Natalie had learned this new skill of blow jobs very well, her tongue causing multiple contractions in my sensitive areas as she ran it over them. When I was close, I had her hold her melons up for me, as targets. I made the bullseye on each - her pretty pink nipples - and then generously gave her a pearl necklace as well. Yet another scene I looked forward to rewatching later. In the shower, I lathered up my hands and spread the soapy bubbles all over her delicious, perfect body. She shook beneath my touch, and more so when I told her to spread her legs. Carefully, I spread the lather around her nether orifices, taking extra care to be gentle. I detached the shower head to rinse her. I told Natalie to open her butt cheeks so I could rinse, and I could feel the humiliation from her when she did. It was a great view, and it inspired me to try yet another position of licking her box. After finishing the rinse, I turned off the water. "Anna, get on all fours on the tub floor. Put your ass in the air, and your head on your arms. Knees apart." She obeyed me slowly, still shaking as she lowered herself to the floor. She looked unbelievably hot like that, and I pounced on her quickly, dropping to all fours myself before nudging my mouth into her soft, smooth pussy. She tasted even purer now, almost like water. I licked all around her pretty pussy, making sure to press her clit in with the tip of my tongue while I reached around to fondle her wonderful tits. I heard her whimper, ever so softly. I had never licked a woman's asshole before, but here in the shower with a very recent cleansing, I felt no hesitation. I released her tits, pausing only to slightly tweak her nipples. I spread open her soft, rounded ass cheeks, exposing her tight little rosebud. I admired it briefly before leaning in to lap at it. Keeping one arm wrapped around her waist to hold her in place, my other hand worked its way around her pussy, tapping on her clit for a while and slid two fingers into her sheath. I fingered her vigorously while I licked her tight little asshole. She came hard, moaning and crying out as my fingers worked her insides. I pulled them out with a pop, and she collapsed to the tub floor, whimpering. I considered her for a while as she lay on the floor, and somehow found myself playing with those gorgeous tits of hers again. My cock wanted another go at her mouth, so I arranged us - me, lying on my back, her with her face between my legs. I reached to her pussy, taking some of her juices and rubbing them on my cock. Then, I told her to lick my balls while stroking my cock. What a fantastic idea. I'd never been able to get a girl to just lick my balls for as long as I wanted. They'd usually do a few cursory licks and then go stop. But Natalie did exactly as told - thoroughly licking my sensitive testes while her small, soft hand went up and down my hard, thick cock. I sat up so I could squeeze her melons and get a better view of her ministrations. Before I could believe it, I was ready to cum again. I put my cock back into her mouth and pumped vigorously, holding her head over me as I exploded into her mouth and throat. "Good girl," I said, stroking her hair as I recovered. I wrapped her in a towel before rinsing down the tub again, adding a bit of bleach just in case. I was confident that she wouldn't go the police, but I wasn't going to take any chances. "We're almost done," I told her in soothing tones as I guided her back to the bed. I tied her wrists back to the bed before she realized it, and she started to cry again. I shushed her as I ran my hands over her slender curves. It was getting late, and I'd given myself a time limit. However, I couldn't resist taking another session before I ended this wonderful evening. "I'm going to leave soon, and you'll still be a virgin. You're so close, so don't fuck up now. You understand?" "Yes," she whispered. "Good, you're a very good girl, Anna. Spread your legs open now." She opened her legs, pretty quickly considering that she really didn't want to, and I moved forward, throwing her legs over my shoulder and pulling her hips up in the air, closer to my face. "You're going to remember the way I ate your pussy for the rest of your life," I told her before I pressed my lips to her slit. She inhaled sharply as I mercilessly attacked her clit, using my fingers to expose it completely and covering as much of it as I could with my tongue with every swipe and lick. She came quickly, but I wasn't satisfied. I stole two more climaxes from her before I tore my mouth away from her sweet, innocent hole. As she lay there, panting, I moved up over her body, my cock again raging for release. I pushed myself into her mouth. I swiftly pumped yet another load into her mouth, not aiming for her throat this time. I wanted her to taste me, to leave the print of my fluid on her taste buds, before it slid into her stomach. I used her t-shirt to wipe my cock before stuffing it into my pocket and quickly dressing. I quietly opened her bedroom door. "If the police come looking for me, I'm coming back for your pussy and your asshole. Got it, Anna?" "I won't say anything. Please...." Satisfied, I removed her wrist restraints. By the time she got herself free, her attacker would be gone. I exited through the front door, quickly cutting through our backyard and into the basement through the back door. The tv was still on, very loudly. I wasn't sure Natalie would do next, but I wanted to be prepared. I arranged myself on the couch like I'd fallen asleep. About ten minutes later, I heard her walking around on the first floor. Then I heard her call my name. "Ryan?" She sounded so different. She came down the basement stairs. "Ryan,"she called loudly. I pretended to be asleep until she was standing over me. "Ryan," she sniffled, "please wake up." "What? What's going on?" I replied groggily, as she shook me. "Someone.....there was someone in the house,"she cried. I sat up at that. "What? Are mom and dad back?" "No. It was a guy. He came into my room...." I finally looked at her. She had pulled on a robe, and her face was streaked with tears. "What? Someone broke in?" "Yes. He.... I can't....." "I'm calling the police," I said, standing up and heading for the phone. "No!! I can't. He'll come back." "Natalie, what happened? Did he hurt you?" She looked very confused at that question. "I...don't know. He....I don't know." She gathered herself and then looked at me. "I want to call the police. But I'm scared. What do I do?" "Why are you scared? Tell me happened, Natalie." "A man came into my room. He did...things to me." She started to sob. "What....are you okay?" ".....I don't know. I....I don't really think I can talk about it." "But the police will need to know. They're going to have to ask us a lot of questions. And since I was asleep, I don't think I'll be much help. You're the only witness, Natalie." "You're right. I don't know what I should do." I pretended to think it over for a bit. "Let's do a test run." "What do you mean?" "I think we should do a mock interview. I'll be the police officer and ask you the kinds of questions you'd have to answer, and you'll just see if you can handle it." "....Yeah, okay. I guess we can try that." "These kinds of interviews usually last for a while, but we don't need to do the whole 3 hours." Her eyes widened before I could continue. "I'll set the timer, and we'll just go til then, so you can get a good idea of what it would be like." "Okay." Natalie took a deep breath. "How long are you going to set it for- Oh. You probably shouldn't tell me, right?" "Probably not. Just to make it as real as possible." "Okay, Ryan. I'm ready." I'd set the timer to 45 minutes, and also turned on my voice recorder. This was too good to pass up. I figured that between my natural intelligence and all the television I'd watched in my life that I should be able to come up with the questions needed for these specific circumstances. "Okay, Natalie. What can you tell me about what happened tonight?" "....Well, a guy came into my room." "Can you describe him?" "No, I was asleep. And he blindfolded me before I woke up." "Okay. Do you know anything else that happened while you were asleep?" "He...when I woke up, I was naked. And he had tied me up." "Okay. I know this is hard, but you answering these questions will help us catch him." "Yeah." "Good. What happened after you woke up?" "He was touching me and doing things to me. He said that if I did what he said he wouldn't hurt me...and....that he wouldn't take my virginity." "You said he was doing things to you. What was he doing?" "He was licking and grabbing me... My...my breasts and then he put his mouth...between my legs." "So your assailant licked and fondled your breasts and performed oral sex on you? How many times?" She was having a very hard time with my line of questioning, and her eyes were filling with tears. I was fighting my erection, as we both relived our most recent joint experience. "Many times these perpetrators have a pattern, and they will do this to many women. So the more details you can give us, that helps our chances of putting this guy in prison." "Okay. Okay, yeah. I don't know how many times." "Do you think it was more than three times?" She nodded vigorously. "Yes." "Did he seem experienced?" "What? How do you mean?" "Let me rephrase the question. Was the assailant able to bring you to orgasm?" "Yeah," she mumbled. "Thank you. Did he put his fingers into you?" "Yes." "In your vagina?" She shuddered as the memory went through her. "Yes." "In your anus?" "No,but....He licked it," she mumbled. "Did he put his penis in your vagina or rectum?" "No." "That's very fortunate. Did he force you to perform oral sex on him? "Yes." "How many times?" "I don't know. Several." "Did he make any kinds of requests while he forced you to do this?" "He.... told me that I had to swallow, to keep him happy. And he wanted 'lots of tongue'." She started to tear up again, so I pushed the box of Kleenex over to her. "When he was doing these things to you, did he seem to want you to like it?" "He told me he was going to make me orgasm by going down on me until his mouth hurt, or something like that." The Licker "What else did he say while all of this was happening?" "He said a lot of things. He talked about how I looked." "What did he say?" "That I was beautiful. He called my breasts 'melons'. He talked about how wet and....tight I was." Natalie stopped, taking a deep breath. "Can we stop, Ryan?" "Not yet, Natalie. Sorry. But you can take a quick minute." She stepped into the bathroom and quickly rinsed her face before coming back. She looked really nervous and her face was pale. "I'll try to wrap this up. How did he talk to you? Did he yell? Did he hit or hurt you?" "He was quiet unless I made him angry." She looked thoughtful. "There was this one part...when I wanted him to stop what he was doing and he jerked me around." "What was he doing that you wanted him to stop?" "He was...he had his mouth on my, you know. And he was making me....He, ummm, made me rub my boobs for him too." And it had been a most glorious sight. "Can you tell me if anything else stood out? Any other sexual acts, or specific words or phrases that might help us identify him?" "He had a really deep voice. And....he called...."she cleared her throat. "He said my breasts looked like melons. He, ummm, had sex with them. And he made me touch myself." Natalie started to cry. "Ryan, please, I have to stop. I can't do it." She stared up at me, her beautiful eyes shining wetly. "I can't do it. I can't call the police. And....I don't want to tell our parents either." I made soothing noises as I wrapped an arm around her shoulders. "Don't cry Natalie. It'll be our secret, don't worry. I'm here. I'll take care of you."