4 comments/ 47114 views/ 21 favorites Resistance is Futile By: texblondie Penny sat as still and quiet as she could, no longer sobbing, no longer fighting the ropes tied so tightly around her wrists and ankles. She didn't press her tongue against the gag in her mouth anymore, either; it only made her start to choke, and she wanted to be utterly silent, some small part of her hoping that they would forget about her, that no one would come back and make good on the threats they'd left behind. Drying tears stained her cheeks with their high-boned perfection, and her big tawny brown eyes were swollen and red-rimmed from the crying and wordless begging she'd done earlier. Her dark brown hair was tousled and hung partially in her face, wild and uncombed, and her clothes stuck to her body, sweat running between her ample breasts. It was hot in this dark room, but she was too scared to care about her comfort level at this point. She was more worried about her life. Penny's father was into some bad stuff, she knew, but she hadn't realized it could be dangerous for her and the rest of the family. She'd assumed she was safe, tucked away in her college dorm on the tightly secured campus. But last night, at the frat party, she'd been kidnapped. It wasn't one of the huge blowouts with group orgies and drunken brawls, just a few friends getting together and dancing, laughing. She'd thought it was safe. Now, she regretted having gone, looking around at the room, the only light a sliver of sunlight peeking through a black curtain over a tiny window. In the dim light, it looked like a fairly standard motel room, and that made her nervous but not nearly as nervous as the fact that she was strapped to the bed. Her wrists were bound behind her back around a post on the headboard, and her feet were tied slightly apart to rungs on the footboard. It was a vulnerable position any way you looked at it, and when her captor had left with that sinful smile of his, she'd lost all hope of coming out of this safe. Even as she thought about it again and wondered just how much money her father owed the man, the door opened, and bright light filled the doorway around a silhouette. She couldn't see anything but the bright light and a dark shadow of a tall, muscular figure, and she had to squint at the sudden light, wondering just how long she'd been in here, having lost track of time. The man stepped forward and closed the door behind him, and Penny's first reaction was relief, for this was not the man who had bound her. It was another man, one she didn't know but who felt slightly less evil. Then, he took another step toward her, and she flinched, her nerves tightening her muscles again, her stomach clenching in fear. He spoke, his voice deep and raspy, coming from a long throat set above a chest so muscular it stretched the cloth of his black T-shirt so that the seams looked like they would tear if he flexed at all. "I'll take the gag out and give you some water if you promise not to scream." His lips were full and moved sensuously, seemingly out of place in a very angular, masculine face. Penny felt weak, and she wanted the gag removed, needed moisture in her throat, so she nodded, weakly, hoping he wasn't taunting her. While he seemed less frightening than the other man, he still had an aura of strength and malice. He moved toward her, seeming to hesitate a moment, then settled on the edge of the bed, almost gingerly. He reached for the lamp on the bedside table and turned it on, the light giving off a dim glow in the still darkened room. It wasn't much, but it allowed her to see the man more clearly. His eyes were midnight blue, so close to black it was eerie, and his hair was dark waves that fell just over his eyes. He flipped his head, tossing the curls back in an almost feminine movement and yet still seemed utterly masculine and...scary. He reached out both of his giant hands, and they snaked around behind her neck, working at the knot in her gag until it was loose. He drew the cloth down, removing it from her mouth slowly and letting her work her jaw a bit, trying to moisten her lips and remove the stiffness. He stood and moved across the room toward the mini-fridge she could now see, reaching in and grabbing a bottle of water. He opened it, then came back to his perch on the bed and held it to her lips. The water trickled in, and Penny almost choked, trying to swallow past the dry lump in her throat. He backed off, giving her a moment to get control of herself, then offered more. She drank greedily until the bottle was only about half full, then pulled away. A splash of cold water landed on her chest before he pulled it away, and she gasped at the sensation. He sat the bottle on the nightstand and reached out to touch the spot where the water had landed, just above her nipple, and she jerked away, though she couldn't actually avoid his touch because of the bindings. His fingertips brushed across her breast, and he muttered, "Sorry about that." He didn't pull his hand away but rather trailed his fingers down her stomach toward the space between her legs, his touch gentle but unwelcome. It made Penny whimper slightly, and she asked, her voice a coarse whisper, "What do you want from me?" He smiled, a cross between a predatory snarl and an embarrassed grin. "I want your body." He palmed her, through her jeans, his hand large enough to cover her, and he squeezed lightly. It made her whimper again, and he made a shushing noise. "You don't have to be scared of me." She shook her head, and when she spoke, her voice was slightly louder but very shaky with emotion. "I don't even know you, how can you do this to me?" The man withdrew his hand quickly, as though a snake had bitten him, and he frowned. "Eric, my name is Eric. I should have introduced myself." He offered his name and apology politely, as if they were meeting at a club or a party, and it only served to make Penny more apprehensive. What was this man planning to do to her? If he was going to be so kind, so careful in the way he addressed her, could she talk him out of touching her again, or doing anything more? "Please, Eric, please don't hurt me." Her voice was pleading, groveling, and she was not ashamed. She didn't want to be used by a stranger. "Please, I'm sure my father will do whatever you ask to get me back, just don't hurt me." The shock that registered on his face confused her briefly, and she stopped talking. "But I'm not here about your father. That's Nick's territory. I just want you." As he said it, his voice gentle, he reached out again, this time caressing the side of her face. She inhaled, sharply, a quick breath, and held very still, not wanting to do anything that might encourage him, including resist him. It was so hard, so difficult to be still and quiet when all she wanted to do was scream and curl up into herself as far away from his touch as possible. She tried again to put him off, using his name. She'd read somewhere that, if you used names and addressed people personally, you were more likely to get through to them. "Please, Eric, I want to go home. You don't know me, and I don't think you want this from me." He smiled sadly and shook his head, tossing around those soft-looking curls. "I think you underestimate your appeal, Penny." He scooted back, more of him on the bed, until his hip was touching her thigh. "Now, I promise I won't hurt you, or at least I'll try, but I think you'll feel better if you just don't fight me." His smile warmed slightly. "In fact, you might find that you're even attracted to me, that you want me, too." Penny wanted to protest but couldn't find her voice as he stood, then crawled onto the bed on his hands and knees, toward the foot of the bed. When he was even with her feet, he turned toward her, his knees straddling her calves, and he began to crawl back up the bed toward her, his hands running up her legs. Her entire body tensed, and her voice screamed inside her head, NO!, but she couldn't seem to make the words come out her mouth. He sat back on his heels just above her thighs, and his hands cupped her breasts through the thin cloth of her shirt and lace of her bra beneath. She whimpered quietly, unable to hold it in, and his eyes met hers, full of pleasure and wonderment. His voice was a whisper. "So soft, so firm, so perfect." He squeezed gently, found her nipples and brushed them with his thumbs over and over. A satisfied smile grace his lips because, even through her terror, they hardened in response and stood at attention. This seemed to encourage him, and he reached toward the hem of her shirt, lifting it so that only the sheer lace of her black bra covered her. His gaze on her breasts was appreciative, and he bent his head down, his lips closing over her left nipple through the thin material as he suckled at it. Penny cried out and closed her eyes tight, denying that this was really happening, even as her back arched in an involuntary response. One of his hands caressed her stomach, the other still on her right breast as he nibbled at her through the lace, then used his tongue to push the lace out of his way so that he could taste the puckered skin around her nipple. He let out a moan, and Penny whimpered again, a whispered, "Please don't," escaping her lips. He stopped, pulled away, and looked up at her, meeting her eyes with an intense pleasure on his face. "I know you like it, I can feel it. Don't fight it." His fingers toyed at her nipples as he spoke, pinching them and rubbing them. But Penny didn't want it, couldn't help but fight it, tears beginning to stream down her cheeks again. He sighed and reached around her back to unclasp her bra. "I know you can enjoy this," he whispered against her neck as he released the hooks. Then he frowned, realizing he coldn't take it off without untying her. He caught her eyes again and said, "I want you to cooperate, Penny. I want you to enjoy this, and I need to untie you. Will you behave for me?" He was going to untie her. If she just promised not to fight him, he'd take the ropes off. If she was loose, she could fight him and run. She had to lie, had to tell him she'd do what he wanted, so she nodded, not speaking a word, and the relief on his face was almost as frightening as his desire. He stayed pressed against the front of her as he worked at the knots in the rope behind her back, finally releasing her wrists. She didn't have time to move away; he caught both of her wrists, one in each hand, and drew them forward slowly, moving them around her body so that her hands rested on his hips. Holding them there, he heaned in and kissed her, gently, like a caress, as if he were trying to draw her out of herself and into him. His tongue pushed through the firm line of her lips, tasting the inside of her mouth and drinking deeply of her. She didn't fight, but she didn't kiss him back, either. When he pulled back, he was breathless, and she seemed to be having trouble breathing as well. He used one hand to lift both arms over her head and the other to draw her shirt off, then lowered her arms so he could slide the bra down them. When her chest was bare, he pulled his own shirt over his head and tossed it to the floor. He reached with one hand to cup her cheek, and his eyes glittered with adoration. "So beautiful." Penny had hoped to see that look on some man's face one day, but not here, not like this. She didn't know this Eric, and he was forcing her against her will. That was rape, no matter how much he thought he adored her or how beautiful he might be. It was wrong, and she was scared and angry. She wanted to fight and couldn't, wanted to say no but knew it would do no good. Even as she thought it, he pushed her back down to the bed, laying her on her back and pressing his body over hers, the bare chest of his flesh hot and heavy against her own. Lower down, she could feel the hard heat of him inside his jeans, pressing against her lower belly, and that startled her even more, caused her terror to grow into a tightly clenched ball in her stomach. This was going to go all the way, she thought in despair. She struggled beneath him, unable to be still and let this happen, but he caught both of her wrists again and pinned them to the bed above her head with one hand as his mouth and free hand began to explore her bare chest and stomach, touching, kissing, nibbling as he moved lower and lower. "Please," she whispered again, praying that he would hear her and heed her desperate request. Instead, he reached his hand between her legs, still bound and spread a few inches apart, and began to massage the warm, private area between her thighs. She felt more tears rolling down her cheeks, but she no longer felt hopeful, no longer held out the slightest hope that she might stop this. Instead, she tried to find a quiet corner within herself to hide, so she could pretend it wasn't her but someone else that was being touched so intimately. Eric released her wrists, shifting his entire body lowered so that her bare upper body was suddenly cold without him pressed against it. His hands worked deftly, swift and easy, unbuttoning her jeans, then tugging them down, along with her panties, until she was completely exposed. Penny let out a long moan of humiliation and desolation as he just lay there and stare for a long moment. Then, his mouth dove in between her legs, and he used his hands to spread her thighs wider, giving him better access to the warmth of her center. His tongue plunged deep inside, and the sensation of it was so raw, so intimate, that she gasped and came up off the bed. He laughed, and the vibration of his lips against her made her shiver. This wasn't right, she thought. She was afraid, angry, hurt, confused; her body should be in shock, unable to respond to his touch in any way, especially in this way. Even as the thought filled her mind, it was shattered by teeth, closing ever so gently on her clit and tugging so it was just this side of painful. "Eric!" she screamed, wanting to beg him to stop and unable to say any more. He took it as a sign of encouragement, and his tongue began to work again, lapping at her, diving inside of her, and Penny had to close her eyes. She tried to think of other things, of the paper she was working on for her anthropology class, of the birthday party she was planning for her roommate, of the fact that she needed to wash her car. Anything to get her mind away from what was happening to her. But those thoughts were vague shadows in her mind as Eric's tongue found her clit and two of his fingers snaked up inside of her, curling around and testing her. She whimpered, this time from a mixture of fear and sensation that, in other circumstances, she would have called pleasure. But there was nothing pleasant about this scenario. "I'm going to untie you legs so I can get your pants off." His voice was lower, hoarse now, and he spoke so that his breath tickled over the parts of her he'd been licking. She wanted to think the moisture between her legs had all come from his mouth, but somehow, she knew that her body was betraying her mind. "Will you keep behaving if I do?" Penny had the presence of mind to realize that he was offering to free her completely of the ropes, and that she would be able to kick and fight and run if her feet were untied. She nodded vigorously, hoping he would be convinced, and that was all he needed. He jerked the ropes free, then pulled her pants off completely so she lay entirely nude on the bed. He stared down at her as he began to work his own jeans, his fingers fumbling slightly in his excitement and anticipation. She took the second she had and shot up in bed, kicking at him, and tried to roll to the floor. Before she could get away, he caught her ankle, using it to tug her back toward him, then closed his hands around her waist and hoisted her back up onto her belly on the bed. He pinned her with his body, grabbing the back of her next tight in one hand, and leaned in so his mouth was an inch from her ear. "You lied to me." He used his grip to turn her head so that her cheek was pressed against the bed, and he licked the cheek that was exposed. "I told you to cooperate, that I didn't want to hurt you. Why couldn't you just enjoy this?" What was she supposed to say? Sobbing now, she just shook her head. She couldn't say that her own reaction was what scared her, that it wasn't him and the situation anymore but the fact that she might truly enjoy some part of this in a sick, twisted way. He moved his hand to the small of her back and pressed down, holding her in place as he worked his pants off, then lay back down on top of her, using his knees to push her legs wide apart. She screamed, his forcing her movement actually hurting. She could feel his hard shaft pressing against her buttocks, and she braced herself for what she was sure would come next. Instead, his free hand was suddenly massaging between her thighs again, hard and rough, and one finger snaked up inside the center of her. "What are you so afraid of, Penny?" he asked, sitting up and straddling her legs, his other hand firm on her back as he worked her until she was dripping wet. "Are you a virgin?" And that thought made her whimper harder. His hand stilled, one finger still inside her, his palm pressed tight against her, another finger firm against her clit. "Jesus, you are, aren't you?" He hesitated another moment, listening to her sobs, then began to tease her again, a little more gently this time. "Don't fight it, Penny, it'll hurt more." But now, it wasn't pain she was worried about. She didn't want to know how many other women this Eric had abused in this way, but she had to think it was a large number because his touch was just right. It was almost intoxicating to the point that she bordered on that pain threshold but couldn't help feeling aroused by the work he was doing. She didn't want to be here, and she wanted to fight her body, even as the intensity built in her lower stomach like something ready to explode. He pressed his body back on top of her as he began to move not one but two fingers in and out of her, the moisture now so thick that it made wet noises. He began to murmur against her hair. "Your pussy is so sweet, tastes so good, and you've denied it to everyone until now. It's so warm and wet and ready to go, it's just begging me to take it. Let yourself go, Penny, ride the pleasure. Just cum. I want you to cum." His fingers picked up speed, and a third one joined the first two. Penny screamed, wordlessly, and she writhed on the bed. No, she thought, no, I won't let it happen. I can control at least this much of the situation. But even as she thought it, his other arm pushed its way under her, and the fingers on that hand began to toy with her clit until she had no sane thoughts left. The word no still screamed through her mind, but she no longer understood what she wanted to say no to. The orgasm crashed over her, and she screamed, over and over, as his fingers kept digging at it, drawing out the pleasure in a way Penny would never have believed possible. She bucked against him, rode his hand, and he held her down with his body, his laughter breathing down her spine and making her shudder even as the waves of orgasm quieted. As soon as she realized what had happened, she felt guilty, dirty, and she tried to pull out from under him. His hands came down hard on her shoulders, and he wiggled himself down between her legs so that she could feel the head of him touching her, pressing against her opening. "Oh, we're not done yet. Now it's my turn," he told her. She opened her mouth to protest, but he rammed into her, all of him deep within, drawing a cry of pain from her lips. Her hands clawed at the bed, trying to shed some of the hurt, but she didn't have time to recover before he slid almost all the way out, only the very tip of him still inside her, then shoved himself deep into her again. There was less pain this time, but it still hurt. Resistance is Futile Corey Cooper wrote this journal on his laptop in two places, the first part sitting on the throne of the bathroom in the motel room he was brought to, and the rest at home after his battery gave out. *** It was somewhere around 4 in the morning when I finally gave in to the fact that I wasn't going to be getting any sleep, and while the man sleeping beside me wasn't helping with his occasional snoring, the truth is that I never could sleep well in any bed but my own. The lumpy mattress was no help either and the pillows were as flat as pancakes as well. The sheets were rough and very messy, although to be fair they were clean when we got here. 'Here' is room 14 of the Skylane Motel, a seedy looking motel on Central Avenue in Colonie, New York that I was very familiar with. Not from having stayed here, but because my school bus passed by it every day for 4 years to and from high school. Those days were now behind me, and now I had graduated to a motel bed for sex. Considering that my only other experiences with guys had been one time in the woods and another time in a van, I suppose the Skylane Motel was a step up the ladder, albeit a modest step indeed. If I were to write a Yelp review about the motel, I'm not sure it would be accepted but it would go something like this... Two stars - The bed was awful and there was a stale smell in the room, although part of that wasn't the motel's fault. The shower was the best part and was big enough for two. Don't know how much it cost because the man that brought me here paid for it, but I guess if you're looking for a place to do just about anything that can be done to an 18 year old inexperienced kid, this is as good as any. Probably too long that way but it's the way I felt. I suppose I could wake up Alex and ask him the price, but that wouldn't be fair because if you could actually fall asleep in this thing, good for him. Another question I could ask would be, "Say Alex, what your last name?" since he didn't offer it and I was too intimidated to ask. I get intimidated a lot, and whether it's because I'm only about 5'6" and 125 pounds or so or because it's just the way I am, I don't know. I guess I take after my Mom in that respect, although since my father - and I use that term loosely - took off so long ago I wouldn't know what he was like because my memory doesn't go back that far. My mother doesn't have much backbone and I don't either. Maybe that's why these older guys hone in on me, because all three of the guys I've been with have been much older than me and sense that I'm easy to manipulate. The man who took me into the woods to explain how oral sex works was probably on social security and the man in the van likely wasn't far from it himself. The man in the van actually made me show him my driver's license to prove I really was 18 before he sucked my dick because he said I looked like Bart Simpson, but the man in the woods didn't care how old I was even though that day happened to be my 18th birthday. I think it was that date when I decided that I might as well give up the idea that I was ever going to find a girl, because I had little luck. Maybe they sensed that I wasn't really all that interested in the opposite sex and was just going through the motions to appear "normal" to the world, especially Mom. I liked guys. So in the five weeks or so that passed since that day at Cook Park it seemed like I had been making up for lost time, and it all led up to this. Room 14 of The Skylane Motel. It was almost sad that college was ahead of me and my high school days were over, because passing this place would have given me a chance to announce how I spent my summer. "Hey, it's The Skylane!" I imagined myself saying to the gang on the bus. "I spent a night in room 14 there with a man named Alex. Didn't know his last name though, but that guy was something. He did stuff to me that I never thought I would do!" That scenario was preposterous of course and would never have happened, because I kept my mouth shut and my eyes straight on the bus all the time. Even that wasn't enough to keep from getting bullied sometimes, but if they sensed I was gay or even unsure of it, Corey Cooper's life would have been even worse than it was. Alex knew my whole name and just about everything somebody could learn in the course of about an hour in the beat-up Toyota he picked me up in, after asking for for directions as I stood at the bus stop in front of the Library. The fact that I got into the car was ridiculous on my part because they guy looked a little rough, although since it was about 6 in the afternoon he had a right to have 5 0'clock shadow on his weathered face, but regardless he was a stranger. "Don't get in the car with a stranger!" was one of my mother's favorite tunes, but it didn't sink in apparently. Alex didn't say he lost his puppy and wanted me to help him find it though, and that was something Mom had cautioned me about, nor did he offer me candy. He was just lost. "I grew up around here but it's all changed so much," Alex had told me. "I've been away for a while, but I remember that the place I'm looking for is near Mohawk Mall." Apparently he had been away for quite a while since that place ate the wrecking ball when I was a kid and was reborn as another indecipherable maze of stores, but I knew where he was headed because I didn't live that far from there. I mentioned that and Alex then offered to give me a ride, and that way he could make sure he got where he was going with me as a guide. That would save me bus fare as well, Alex told me, and so I agreed, throwing my backpack in the back seat and hopping in. So I knew that Alec was from here but away for a while, I guessed in the army or something but didn't ask, and that was all I knew. By the time we were drinking beer in the car at Cook Park, Alex knew everything about me except my social security number. "I can tell you're a lot like me," Alex said as we drank nasty lukewarm Coors Light, and when his hand landed on my knee I jumped but said nothing. "You're lonely and can use a friend. I'd like to be your friend." "Okay," I remember saying. "Does your Mom know?" Alex asked me as I drained a beer. "Know what?" "That you like fellas," he explained, and I guess my eyes must have popped out because I hadn't said anything about that during my rambling, but couldn't find words to protest. "It's okay. I do too," Alex told me. "Been a long time since I've set eyes on such a sweet thing like you. You look so pure and sweet. Bet you don't even shave yet." That wasn't quite true because I did shave, about once every week or so, usually running the electric razor over my face so Mom didn't think that her gift wasn't appreciated, but the cheek Alex rubbed with the backs of his hairy fingers was a lot softer than his hand. "Don't have a place here yet," Alex told me as his hand went back onto my leg, higher up my thigh than before. "I would like us to go someplace where we can get comfortable though. Would you like that?" I mumbled something about not being sure, and he asked me - told me more accurately - that it would be great if I called my mother and told her I was going to spend the night at a friend's house. The decision of whether I would go with him had apparently been answered. "That wouldn't be a lie either, because we are friends aren't we Corey?" he asked me, and after I sorta nodded and kinda shrugged he asked, "What's the matter babe? You were so bubbly and chatty and now you're all tight-lipped and stern looking." "Scared," I managed. "Of me?" "Of everything," I admitted, which made him laugh, but then I confessed that while I guessed I did like fellas what I lacked was experience. My manner made it obvious so I didn't need to add that I lacked confidence as well. "You have done things with fellows right?" Alex asked, and I guessed that if giving and receiving head twice in my life qualified, that was true. "Kinda." "That's nice. They were lucky boys." "Men. They were older men." "I can see why," Alex said as his hand moved up further, and while I was tempted to say that if he was looking for something not only would it be tough to find but was on the other side, I said nothing. "Let's find a room, maybe get a pizza and you can call your Mom. Sound like a plan?" That was how armed with most of a 12 pack of beer and a pepperoni lovers Pizza Hut pizza, a 50 something man with a duffle bag and a petrified 18 year old with a backpack went into room 14 as darkness set in, with me sort of trying to be stealth because I didn't live that far from here. "Mrs. Cooper!" I could imagine some nosy passerby telling my mother, that idea doing nothing to ease my nerves. "I saw your Corey going into a motel with a man and a pizza!" In any event, the door got closed behind me with the medley of the slamming door, the snap of the lock and the tinkling of the dead bolt following right after. "A little background noise," Alex said as he turned on the boob tube, and as he peeled of his windbreaker I was a bit shocked at how big he was, since in the car he seemed not much larger than I was. It wasn't a case of being all that much taller, since he might only 3 or 4 inches taller than my 5'6", but he was probably 50 pounds heavier and most of that seemed to be muscle as his tight t-shirt showed. Alex's bulging biceps and forearms were like Popeye's, with part of a faded tattoo peeking out the bottom of his short sleeve, some kind of military insignia that I couldn't make out because it was faint and hidden under a lot of coarse looking hair. Hair peeked out of the neck of his t-shirt too, and along with the five o'clock shadow that seemed to be growing with every passing minute, made him look even more frightening, although I admit that it also turned me on a bit too. Opposites attract and all. Sitting at a wobbling little table in chairs that were way older than I was, we ate about half of the pie, with Alex consuming most of that while I nibbled on one slice like a church mouse, causing my new friend to encourage me to eat more. "Not real hungry," I told him, and that wasn't really true but I feared than anything that went in might come back out fast. "It'll make a good breakfast," Alex told me as he rose and went over to the bed, peeling down the blanket and testing it by sitting. "Not bad. A hell of a lot better than I'm used to," Alex declared, and I wondered whether he had been sleeping in army barracks or maybe in the dirt of some foreign land because from where I was sitting I could see the sway of the mattress. "You look fresh as a daisy but as for me, I've been in the car much of the day," Alex told me as he moved across the room and peeled the snug shirt off his ripped upper torso, and after tossing it aside leaned over and raised his elbow to sniff his bushy armpit. "Going to shower. Want to join me?" "No. Thanks." "Maybe later," he winked, and when he saw me staring open mouthed at his broad chest with muscles rippling under a coating of hair he smiled and flexed a muscle while adding, "Been lifting a lot of weights. I would say you should, but you look sweet just as you are." "I won't keep you waiting long Corey," Alex promised as he went into the bathroom, showing my a lightly furred back that was as broad as the front. "Call your Mom and make yourself comfortable." Comfortable wasn't what I wanted to make myself. I wanted to make myself gone, and the door was right there. Just undo the locks and be gone. Home was not far away and I would be safe there. This was not a little old guy in the park or a bald guy in his plumber's truck. They were men but Alex was a MAN in capital letters. I didn't leave obviously, but I did call home and got a break when the machine picked up instead of Mom. I blurted out some nonsense about staying over at a friend's house while praying she wouldn't call him to check, and hung up before she could pick up and question me. The shower had been on for a while, and there was steam coming out of the crack at the bottom of the door. I got up and went over to the door, and if there was a keyhole I might have peeked in it, but instead I went over to the bed and sat on the edge. It was probably a queen-size bed but it looked enormous to me, although I suspected that feeling would go away when there was someone else in it. In the bathroom the shower went off, and I think it was then that my heartbeat, already rapid, went into overdrive. I was sweating and shaking, knowing that soon that door would be opening and this Army hero/bodybuilder would have his way with me. Scared and excited, I wanted this to happen but at the same time this was going too fast for me. I wanted things to slow down, maybe get to know Alex. Go to a ballgame or a movie instead of this right away, but I knew that this was my nature to try to avoid dealing with things. I would put things off or chicken out altogether, as I was a master of procrastination, but then the bathroom door was opening. "These towels are like cheesecloth," Alex said as he came into the room like some WWE wrestler, the steam from the bathroom billowing around him like special effects, and one of those soggy white towels was wrapped around his waist, a midsection that wasn't much bigger than mine. "I said that I figured you would be undressed by now," Alex told me, apparently having to repeat himself because I was in a daze from staring first at his legs which looked black because of the wet hair plastered on his muscular calves, and then above. The wet cotton hid everything but revealed a lot as the image of his cock was clear to see, and I had been hypnotized by the outline while he dried his short-cropped hair until his voice broke the spell. "That's okay, I like to unwrap my presents anyway he told me as he came up to me and motioned for me to lift my arms and said, "Upsy-daisy." I sat there like a kid being undressed by his Daddy, although I'm only guessing that was what it was like, and after Alex got rid of my shirt the knot he had made to keep the towel on came loose. "Oops," Alex chuckled as I stared at his flaccid organ, the first uncircumcised penis I had ever encountered. As I looked at the network of veins that ran along the dusky shaft up near where the long ragged foreskin covered the head, I used my gallows-style humor as I told myself to relax because he was only as big as the other two men had been - combined. Those men had been a bit more blessed than I was in that department - who wasn't? - but at least we were of the same species. This was something out of a porn movie only there was no hitting the pause button here, this was real life as I learned when I was eased onto my back so Alex could undo my belt and jeans and start moving them off me. "Could you turn the light off?" I asked. "How about down instead?" Alex suggested as we walked over and dimmed the light, and even though I was nervous the sight of his furry butt on the way to the switch and the sway of his enormous penis coming back excited me. "That better?" Alex asked as he returned and looked down on me laying like a Slinky toy with my head on the bed, my feet on the crummy carpet and my pants down near my knees, and although I wished it was dimmer still I nodded. "If either of us would benefit from better lighting, it's you," Alex said as he pulled my jeans down and off, and as he pulled off my socks he said I was beautiful and didn't laugh when he said it. "You look a little like Dennis the Menace." I grinned a little having learned that I must have a cartoon-ish look about me since one man had thought I looked like Bart Simpson and now Alex saw a little Dennis the Menace in me, but it could have been worse I guess. "So soft," Alex was saying as he rested my foot against his furry abs and ran his hands over my legs, his touch on the faint down that went no further than the insides of my calves making my modest pouch swell, and it was also making Alex's penis get even longer. My leg was let down and Alex was kneeling on the bed now, moving me up so I was completely on the lumpy mattress. Kneeling at my hip he ran his hand over my smooth and scrawny chest before letting it go down to my briefs. "Starting to relax?" Alex asked after I gasped at the touch of his palm on the lump in the cotton, and as he stroked the growing bulge he noted, "Seems like you are. Just relax son. So sweet." I stayed motionless on my back like a corpse, only my eyes moving as they went back and forth like I was at a tennis match, from the big paw tenderly rubbing my dick through the white cotton to Alex's cock which was getting longer and rising slightly to half mast, exposing his meaty balls in their furry pouch. "See what you do to me?" Alex asked when he saw my eyes on his cock as it rose. "You like?" I nodded, and for some reason I decided to note the obvious and mumbled something like, "It's so big." "It is that Corey," Alex said in a matter-of-fact voice. "Let's get a look at you now." I grimaced when Alex took the elastic, lifting my butt so he could get my underwear down, and I thought it looked comical when my erection came free from the cotton and slapped back onto me but he didn't laugh. "Nice," Alex sighed after tossing my briefs into the pile of clothes, his hand lifting my dick upright by putting his finger underneath the acorn shaped head and getting it pointing upwards. I sure wished it was bigger, but as the skin got stretched to the limit I knew that was all there would be. It wasn't the length that embarrassed me because I guessed I was almost average there, but my cock is so skinny it's no fatter than a thumb. My thumb, not Alex's. Alex's thumb and the rest of his hand wrapped around my arching dick, all but the very tip disappearing in his hairy paw, and when a bead of seed oozed out he bent over and licked it off. "Keeps leaking," Alex noted with a grin after he straightened up and saw that another drop was there on the tip of the cone-shaped glans. "Still scared?" "A little," I said after my shake of the head was seen through. "I think I know what will take the edge off," he told me before bowing down again. "Your cum is like buttermilk and I want more." My dick was swallowed whole, and only my best efforts had me lasting the 30 or so seconds I managed. I recall my legs churning and grabbed the sheets in one fist and rubbing Alex's muscular thigh - the only part of him I could get to - until I could hold back no more. "Better now?" Alex was asking after letting what had shrunk to a peanut out of his mouth as my vision finally cleared from as intense an orgasm that I could recall. I nodded but I was still facing the prospect of doing something that I wanted to do but was uncertain off being able to accomplish, that being getting my mouth around Alex's cock which was now quite erect and waving in front of him like a flagpole with a bit of the crimson glans peeking out of the end of the brown shroud. Alex went down onto his back and had me got down and kneel between his legs after he spread them wide to accommodate me, the crinkly hairs on his legs tickling my skin as I did. "That's okay son," Alex said after I had expressed doubt about my skills since I had only sucked on two before, along with rehearsing on my thumb and a hot dog in my bedroom when I was bored. "You can practice on me all night." Holding the meaty organ in my right fist, I put my left on top of that like it were a baseball bat for a second, taking a deep breath when I saw that both hands still didn't cover it all, although I was surprised when my hands were able to get all the way around, just barely but they did. "Look up at me Corey," Alex told me as I took the knob in my mouth, not moving the foreskin down but letting it alone until I figured it out better. "That's it. You have beautiful eyes you know? So sweet and innocent, but you're doing great. Maybe you're a born cocksucker. It's not too big for you is it now?" Resistance is Futile I sort of nodded but when I looked down at my fist which my lips weren't getting close to, it was indeed something I would be lucky to get half of in my mouth. It felt so different than the other dicks, throbbing and as hard as steel with the veins sharp against my lips, that his penis was like a living thing. "Come around here so I can explore you while you suck my cock," Alex told me, and as I knee-walked over his leg and to his side he chuckled when my boner bounced in time. ""Fun being 18 isn't it Corey, so virile and full of cum?" I guessed so, but what I was having the most fun with was learning how to perform fellatio on Alex's tool, and while I'm not sure how good I was the older man had no complaints as I resumed running my lips up and down the end of what had to be around nine inches of cock. My efforts were made more challenging by Alex's hand which moved all over the parts of my body he could reach, and as I sucked he kept touching and providing a running commentary along the way. "Spin your hand around Corey," Alex instructed regarding the fist that clenched the part of his manhood my lips could never reach. "That's my boy. You're doing great and your body turns me on something fierce." "You like that, don't you?" Alex mentioned when he noticed I was using my free hand to stroke his chest, enjoying the feel of his coarse hair between my fingers. "You're so smooth all over - almost," Alex continued as he played with my nest of golden curls above my erection, and then when his hand slid up my side to toy with the little wisp of hair under my arm I choked out a giggle through my nose since my mouth was full. "Sensitive or ticklish?" he asked, knowing an answer was not possible, and as he kept stroking my sparse armpit hair he suggested, "I think I would like to tie you to the bedposts and shave your armpits and pubes, or maybe pluck the hairs out one at a time. Wouldn't take long and I think you might enjoy that as much as I did." I didn't know if I would like that because I hardly looked manly as it was with the pitiful amount of body hair I was blessed with, but Alex touching me like that felt nice and I believe that the answer to his question would have been sensitive rather that ticklish once I got used to it. "That's it babe. You're getting about halfway down. By the time I get through with you I bet you'll be sucking the whole thing," Alex commented, and that was ludicrous but also inspired me. "That's what I would love to do," Alex said as the hand went down and reached behind me to coax my thighs apart in order to play with my balls, and that made me learn how to groan through my nose. "Make you smooth all over, and then have you put on a pair of panties. "You ever wear women's panties? Nice satiny ones?" I briskly shook my head no at that, choosing to lie without words, because I had put a pair of my mother's panties on once. They were frumpy beige ones that were tight but the feel had made my dick hard and I found myself rubbing myself to orgasm in them, needing to wash them twice in the machine to make sure all my cum stains were out of them. "Sweet ass - nice and firm," Alex had continued, and suddenly the hand that had been squeezing my buttocks like they were melons slipped between the cheeks. "Whoa! Tight!" Alex exclaimed when he pushed the tip of his finger into my anus, something that had never been done before, even by myself, and I squealed like a pig as he probed me. As he probed deeper and his finger started to spin my sucking got sloppier and sloppier until I gave up on it as straightened up and said, "Can't!" "Oh you like this don't you Corey?" he exclaimed as he skewered me with his fat finger. "Bet you love it up the ass don't you?" I think I shook my head no because I never did it and had no plans to, but that finger felt so good that I found myself leaning back on my heels and taking the whole thing. While I wiggled on his digit, I was vaguely aware that Alex was reaching down over the side of the bed where his duffel bag was, but I was in a daze and not paying attention until I saw it. "It" was a tube of something called KY jelly, and Alex was so deft at this that he barely had his finger out of me before he pushed it back in, slick and deep. "That's it babe - take it - take it," Alex chanted as I squatted onto his right hand while I watched his left fist grab his neglected cock that I was to distracted to deal with and begin slowly pumping it. the crimson head playing hide-and-seek as his foreskin rode up and down. "AWK!" was what came out of my mouth when I felt Alex try to force a second finger into that tiny hole while he kept telling me to relax - relax - relax while I played the role of his spastic hand puppet. The next minute was a blur - his fingers slamming in and out, deep and hard. The pain - what pain? The pain was all over or at least was overwhelmed by the incredible sensation when his fingers touched a certain spot, and Alex seemed to play that spot like it was no accident he found it. As for me, I gripped my thighs hard enough to bruise them while I fought to stay upright. Then I felt a tingling that seemed to rise up from my toes and fly through by body, similar to when as a kid I once tried to get a piece of toast free by using a fork. My eyes were blurry - maybe crossed - but I could see well enough to make out the fact that my dick was erupting all over the place, mostly Alex. The little prong was bouncing around and shooting jets of cum out, as I spoke in tongues and Alex cackled. His hands were busy obviously, and I was using mine to hold myself upright, so whatever caused that orgasm was beyond me but I was too busy enjoying it to think about it much. "That was so beyond sexy," I was told as the fingers slipped out of me as I looked at the strings of creamy tinsel on Alex's furry body from collarbone to thigh. "What would be really sexy is if you cleaned up your mess." I did as I was told, glad that I was told to do it because I wanted to but was embarrassed to do it on my own. I sucked my seed out of the fur, finding his nipples plump for nibbling, and by the time I was licking his still throbbing erection clean he was ready for what he said he really wanted. "Alex," I whimpered after he told me that while I was giving him great head, at heart he was an ass-man and said as much. "And you Corey, have an ass... man," Alex chortled, and when I started protesting and probably whining like a little sissy he told it like it was. "Ever see Star Trek?" he asked, and after I nodded he continued while rolling up onto his knees and positioning me the way he wanted. "The Borg I think? They say something like "resistance is futile"?" That was when I realized that Alex was the Borg and that I was to be assimilated, although I wasn't feeling witty enough to say it at the time. I was too busy getting profusely lubed by those fingers again, and then the fingers came out. "Your were born for this son," Alex told me as the hairy muscleman moved up behind me after he had my backside up at just the right angle. "You'll remember this moment for the rest of your life. The night a boy became a man. See?" 'See' was added because Alex had pulled my head gently up and back with the use of a handful of my shaggy hair, and as I looked ahead I saw that we were facing the mirror on the dresser by the wall. Just above the yellow sticker with a cab company's name and phone number stuck in a tacky fashion on the glass, there we were with me imitating a center and Alex a quarterback only I was clutching a pillow instead of a football. Alex was enjoying the view, continuing to stare at us and milking the moment by making his pectorals dance as he hovered behind me as I felt the head of his dick being nudged into my anus. "Bite into this," Alex said as he pushed a flat pillow to me before he continued, probably assuming that I would scream. "Don't want to wake the neighborhood." I was expecting excruciating pain because his cock seemed even bigger that the two fingers were, but while it hurt it was bearable until he forced the ridge of his glans in. It was then the pillow I was chewing came in handy because instead of screaming I just squealed like a swine after it popped in. In my reflection, my face was a deeper red than the head of Alex's cock as he kept pushing more and more of himself into me, with Alex looking regal with his hands on my hips pushing them wider and wider. "What did I tell you son?" Alex asked as we looked at each other in the glass. "I knew you would like it." As Alex got into a slow and gentle rhythm, perhaps inspired by the reggae music coming from the TV, I began to do more than like it. I was loving it and although there were tears drying on my face, the pain was gone. Flesh and blood was more giving than bone, and I found myself even pushing back into Alex, wishing that his gigantic cock was even bigger, "Sweet. You want more?" Alex cooed as he leaned over me, his soggy chest hair cooling my back. Apparently he hadn't sunk into me all the way as I had assumed, and as Alex began thrusting deeper and harder into my ass I began to wonder whether he even had half of it in me before. I was getting more of it alright, but I was still loving it even though I knew my little bung hole might never be the same again after this. "No," I grunted when Alex asked me when he feared he was going too far or too fast. "More. Harder please." I saw him shake his head as he lifted up off of me, and after he started moving in and out he told me, "Let me know when you've had enough, because I can go all night Corey." As it turned out, I didn't wimp out and Alex in fact couldn't go all night. He could go an absurd length of time though, and before he finally came he had spun me around in every conceivable position, treating my petite body like a rag doll. I rode him and he rode me, and at one point we were on our sides, with me holding my top leg up while he fucked me. He looked over my shoulder and saw my dick was hard again, so he reached around and grabbed it with his thumb and index finger and stroked it slowly while I leaned back into his hairy body. "Damn," Alex muttered a minute later when I came, not as dramatically as before but good nonetheless, and then he decided that I wasn't going to cry uncle - the words he told me to say if he got too rough. I was flat on my stomach and Alex was over me, pile-driving me into the mattress with his battering ram of a cock. The bed was slamming into the wall and while I couldn't see, Alex sounded like an animal as he savaged me until he finally groaned loud. "AW! AW! AW!" he moaned as I felt his cock jump inside me, and the soothing warmth that filled my bowels was bittersweet because it felt nice but meant it was over. "Thank you," I told Alex as he rolled me over, and he shook his head while he gave me a sloppy hug that I loved. "Thank me? Thank you. What a way to get back to the real world," Alex said as we embraced, and I tried to imagined him in some rice paddy or some godforsaken dessert that was so bad he was thinking I was something special now. After staying in the awful bed as long as we could stand, I told Alex that I had to take a shower, and when he asked if he could join me I said that would be great. "You okay?" Alex asked when after I got up my legs buckled because it felt like he was still in me, and although I told him I was fine he insisted on helping me. "I'll carry you if you want." "I'm fine," I assured him although I loved him with his arm around me, and the shower was great. Getting to lather up his muscular body was fantastic, the sight of the creamy white lather in the black hair erotic to me, and when he did the same to me he laughed when he saw my pointer pointing at him. "This guy keeps coming back to life," Alex said before kneeling down and killing it off at least for the time being. It was all great, even though we started losing warm water towards the end. The water was cascading over me while Alex sucked my dick like it had never been sucked before, and after I came we turned the water off right after we rinsed and abandoned the tub to dry ourselves with the rest of the towels. "Got your appetite back huh Corey?" Alex said as I grabbed a slice and a warm beer, and he was right and there would be no breakfast when I got done. As I stood there in the middle of the room, it just struck me that I was naked in front of this stranger, and for a guy who was way beyond modest that was something. Alex seemed to like me as I was and that made all the difference in the world. We got rid of the sheet and fix what was left of the bed as best we could, and then watched TV and talked, and when I got another boner Alex told me there was something wrong with me. Either that or The Hut had put Viagra on half of the pizza, and not his half to his regret. "If I was 20 years younger," he lamented. "It's your fault," I kidded. "If you covered up that snake of yours I wouldn't be like this." "No! Don't cover it up!" I yelped when he started to pull a sheet over himself. "I love looking at your dick. It's incredible." "You're incredible," Alex said as he rolled toward me, holding his flaccid dick and rubbing my erect one with it. "Ooh!" I gasped at the contact, and then when Alex told me to hold my dick towards him I gasped again. "You're devouring me." That was what it looked like when he moved the tips of our dicks together and got the head of mine to slid into the shroud until the tips met. "That's it. Wiggle it around," Alex said as he kept his rubbery hose as still as he could while I kept pushing my opening into his. I should have been embarrassed because I thought I looked pitiful in a way. Alex's cock was so huge - even limp his was longer than mine was hard - and everything else about his amazing manhood including the bronze hue made me pale in comparison. "When you get tired or sore, let me know and I'll suck you until I drain you, or at least I'll try," Alex told me but I shook my head. "No? Your dick is drooling again. Don't tell me!" Alex said, but it was already happening, and after I ejaculated into his foreskin we laughed and wrestled around. I had no chance to win this match so after I was pinned Alex straddled my face and gave me what he told me was the price I paid for getting pinned. "Open wide," Alex said as he lowered his cock over my face and squeezed my own cum out from under his foreskin and into my waiting mouth. It wasn't the first time that night I had tasted my own semen, and it wasn't bad, but it also was the end of the night as far as I was concerned and I think Alex might have been relieved at that. The TV and light went off and I hugged my stranger bear while spooning behind him as he drifted into sleep. I couldn't sleep but I did my best to let Alex catch some winks, although I confess to grinding my dick into his backside a little and well as pulling on his dick some when he rolled over onto his back. That was about when I decided to write down what happened, so I took my laptop out of my backpack and into the bathroom so I wouldn't bother Alex. I've been pecking away for a long time and my ass is sore from sitting on the plastic, but my battery is dying anyway so I'm going to stop now. I think the sun is coming up anyway, so I'm wrapping up, and if anything happens after Alex wakes up I'll write more when I get home. *** As it turned out the sunrise was not the end of the story. After I left the bathroom I went out to the room and watched the room get bright despite the flimsy curtains being drawn, watching Alex breathe and staring at his cock the rest of the time. Even limp his cock was imposing, and as I looked at the limp hose resting over by his hip I still couldn't believe it actually fit inside of me, or how good it felt. Finally Alex woke up, probably feeling my eyes on him and when he asked what I was up to I told him. "Staring at your cock." "We can go out for breakfast," Alex suggested since all was left was the pizza box, but I told him no. "Think I'll take a shower and walk home." "I'll take you home," he offered, but I declined. "I live really close by," I explained. "Plus I have to stop at my friend's to make sure Mom didn't call. You know where to get where you're going from here?" "Yes, I think so. Wait," Alex said, and when I stopped he told me to turn back around and bend over. "Still perfect," Alex said of my ass and the apparently undamaged anus I was exposing to him, and as I modeled I realized he was taking pictures with his phone so I hid my face and ran into the bathroom laughing. "I want to remember that because I'll never see another ass like it." With a slightly swollen head I went in to shower, only to be interrupted before I even began when the shower curtain opened and Alex stood there with a greased erection pointing at me. "Your fault," he claimed like he suspected I was going to do something about it. He was right of course, because I turned around and bent over, presenting myself for the taking, and Alex took me there as I was, bent over in the tub. He was rough and I took it like a man while he savaged what he called my boy pussy for only a minute or so before cumming. "Just like I thought," Alex chuckled when I straightened me up and looked over my shoulder and saw my dick hard. Alex wrapped one arm around my neck and grabbed my erection with his other hand, pinching my dick between his thumb and index finger and jerking it like it was trying to remove it from my body. "Cum for me Corey. Cum hard!" he commanded while the arm around my neck both held me up and cut off my wind a little, but I didn't last long anyway as I sprayed the tub with my seed. We showered again and dried each other with the soggy towels our only option, but we managed to get somewhat dry, and after I put the same clothes on that I came in with we said goodbye. "Who knows?" Alex said as we hugged. "Maybe we'll run into each other somewhere down the road. It's a small world." I agreed, and after I threw my backpack on and slithered out of the motel for the mile or so walk, that damn song It's A Small World After All became an earworm as I found myself humming along despite myself. I went to my friend's house and explained that I had used him and hoped my mother hadn't called, but she hadn't. Jeff did want to know where I had been all night though so I told him I was with a girl. "Man, I wish I had your magic touch with girls," said the only guy I knew that was worse with females than I was, since I had lied to him about getting laid several times before. "Who was it?" "Can't tell," I told him, but I accepted his offer of a soda and some cookies for breakfast as we talked about college soon to come before I headed home fully prepared to sleep most of the day to recover. That didn't quite work out, because when I neared the house I saw a car in our driveway, right behind Mom's, and the closer I got the more I started to freak out. Not that there weren't a lot of Toyota autos on the road, but that ugly brown and the rust? How did he find me? Did he look at my wallet at see my address? What was he, a cop? A private eye? Was Alex in there showing my mother pictures of my ass and telling Mrs. Cooper what little pig her baby was? I didn't want to go in there but what were my choices? Run away from home? I decided to go in there and act like a man. I was one after all. I'd put my foot down and admit it all, and if Mom didn't like it, too bad. That bravado was mostly gone by the time I actually reached the door, and by then I decided to claim the man made me do it. He got me drunk and I don't even know what happened. I'd cry. I was good at that and Mom was a sucker for it. Resistance is Futile The two of them were sitting at the kitchen table when I came in the house, and Alex was there with a cup of coffee in hand. Mom seemed rather happy to see me too. "There's my pride and joy!" Mom gushed as she motioned me over. "I have someone I want to introduce to you. Corey, this is my brother Alex." "Brother?" I said as I shook my lover's hand while pretending I never saw him before, my sweaty hand squeezed with the same fist that had done the same thing to my pecker, and while I knew Mom had a brother once she said he was dead, something I reminded her of. "I know. I said that honey," Mom admitted. "I was wrong to do that, but you see to me Alexander was dead. He had - made a mistake - and embarrassed the family. He's been away for a long time but he's paid his debt to society and when he reached out to me - I couldn't turn my back on him. Everybody deserves a second chance." "Away?" I asked, figuring out that the man wasn't a war hero as I had guessed. "Your Mom is trying to say that I've been in prison for over 15 years," Alex said. "Armed robbery even though the gun was a toy, and because that wasn't my first screw up they threw the book at me. I didn't waste my time in jail though. I got enough credits to complete my degree and plan to make something out of myself." "Must have done some weightlifting too Alexander. Look at you," Mom said as she squeezed his bicep and looked at me. "Quite a body for a fifty year old man. Don't you think so honey?" "Yeah," I mumbled, not understanding that seeing Mom squeeze the same bicep I had kissed turned me on a little.. "Anyway, I was expecting to run this by you before now but Alexander got released a week early so here he is," Mom babbled as she excused her gift of procrastination I inherited from her. "I offered to let Alexander stay here in the guest room down the hall until he gets on his feet. It won't be for long." "You won't even know I'm here Corey," Alex told me. "That's fine," I managed to say. "You look like you stayed up all night honey." "Video games," I lied, and managed to make my exit with that. I napped but it was inevitable that in a small house it wouldn't take long to run into my lover who also happened to be moving in to the house, and he looked contrite as he made sure Mom was out of sight before coaxing me back to my room. "Mad at me?" Alex asked as he locked the door. "I don't know. Confused is more like it," I admitted. "I mean, you're kinda my uncle." "Didn't know that at first when I picked you up," Alex claimed. "Although after you started talking and you told me your name? I mean, how many Corey Cooper's could there be in Colonie?" "I guess. Still seems a little creepy," I replied. "Regrets?" "No," I said after some thought. "It was great." "Being under the same roof with you - that might be a challenge though," Alex told me, and I agreed with that. "And your dick is hard again," he chuckled when he saw the bulge in my jeans, and like a flash he was on his knees and yanking my clothes down to suck my dick for what I was sure wouldn't be the last time. *** Thank you for reading. Resistance is Futile The third thrust was not painful, just jarring, and a groan escaped her lips, more from the tenseness of her body than anything. His hands cupped her buttocks for a moment, then spilled around her waist, lifting it from the bed so that she was on her knees, those knees spread wide to accommodate his position kneeling between her legs. With his hands wrapped around her waist, he began to pull her into him, pushing himself deep inside, then releasing her so that he sild almost out, over and over. He moaned his own pleasure at the sensation, and despite her reluctance, Penny had to admit to herself that it felt good. She didn't want it to feel good, and she knew that nothing good would come of this. She didn't want this man spilling inside her; somehow, that would just make this all more real. She tried to get her senses about her and thought, personal. "Eric!" She spoke his name on a grunt as he plunged into her yet again, and he froze, his throbbing shaft buried deep within her. "Please don't." He seemed to hesitate, then slid his hands forward, off her waist, to cup her breasts. Taking one in each hand, he molded them, squeezed them, then used them to draw her back against his chest, both of them kneeling with her still holding him deep inside. He kept one hand on her breast, the other sliding down to her clit, where he began to toy with it again, pinching it, slapping it, rubbing it, and Penny couldn't help but gasp. "Maybe you'll like this position better," he mumbled, his voice low and strained. Still using his fingers to toy with her, he grabbed her waist with his other hand and began to rock her up and down, riding her on his shaft in a fast, frantic rhythm that felt like it was going to rip her in two. She'd avoided touching him so far, but just to keep her balance and to avoid some of the pain, she reached her hands back and grabbed onto his hips. The movement repositioned her, and suddenly, another wave of orgasm smashed into her, bringing her screaming and shuddering. He began to move her up and down faster, his fingers stilling on her clit, and Penny was amazed, not having known that such swift, precise motions were possible. It was too late, she realized. It had already happened, and there was no stopping it now. At the last moment, she gave herself over to the pleasure of it, to the sensation of his erection as it throbbed inside her with the need for release. To the feel of his fingers on her most intimate, sensitive parts. Of his warm, hard chest pressed against her back. She reached a hand up and touched that dark hair, so soft and shiny. He rocked her hard against him, and she began to move herself with the rhythm, the speed he wanted, harder and more fierce than his thrusts had been. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she knew this was wrong, and she knew she should stop it, shouldn't want it at all. But it felt so damn good. She reached down and slapped at his hand, moving it away from her clit, wanting to touch herself and feel her clit enlarged, swollen with arousal. She felt his head move and realized he was looking over her shoulder at her, and a moan of ecstasy came through his lips as he watched her finger herself while she rode him. His hand closed over her breast again, squeezing so hard she cried out, and it brought her one more time, gasping for breath and ready to beg for this to be over, not because she regretted it now but because she didn't think she could take anymore. As she nearly collapsed with the force of her own orgasm, he held her tight against him and plunged as deep and hard as he could into her, one last time, and she felt the rush of wet warmth flood into her as he came, his entire body convulsing as he spasmed inside her. It was a luscious feeling, one she should be ashamed to enjoy. After all, this was wrong. She hadn't wanted it. But oh, god, it had been good. They fell to the bed, her on her stomach and him on top of her, and they lay there catching their breath for a long time, Penny reluctant to move because she was afraid that, if she broke the connection with him, it would all suddenly seem horrible, invasive, and wrong, and that she would be ashamed and humiliated. It was Eric who spoke first. "That was amazing." His voice was still breathy, raspy. He pressed his mouth against her back in a kiss, then said, "You can stay as long as you like." Penny hesitated before answering, then asked tentatively, "If I said I wanted to leave, would you tie me back up and hold me prisoner?" Eric stiffened above her. "Yes, I would." Penny felt a hint of a smile and swallowed it, not wanting to take pleasure in this. "Then I want to go home."