THE COMPLETE TRILOGY, COMPENDIUM OF THE HEART: An epic love story

by RJ Hunter

  "We had a traffic accident, that's what dragged me away from you, but it was only a couple of broken bones."

  His eyes dropped down to her legs, and he noticed that her skirt had ridden up, showing an alluring expanse of thigh. He felt himself getting harder by the second.

  "So how come you got involved with a married man? I have to say, it did surprise me." He had moved closer and could inhale her intoxicating fragrance. He then placed his arm around the back of sofa, just above her shoulders.

  "I didn't know he was married at first, but he told me it was all over between them."

  Lincoln couldn't help laughing. He had a deep, masculine laugh that made Laura jump.

  "Hey, you're nervous?" He said, reaching out to place his arm around her. "I'm sorry, I wasn't laughing at you, but that's what all married men say when they're playing the field."

  "He's very nice, I'm sure he was telling me the truth."

  "Yes, he sounds nice, cheating on his wife, lying to you, then standing you up. You don't deserve that Laura." He sensed he was home, and moved in for the kill. He pulled her onto to him, wrapping his strong arms around her body.

  She felt the electric bolt surge between them again.

  "What do I deserve?" She heard herself whisper.

  "You deserve to be made love to, like the gorgeous, woman you are." He then lent over, and before she knew what was happening, he was kissing her. She responded. It was a passionate kiss, and he heard her moan, as he explored her mouth with his tongue. He was desperate for this white girl, and tonight he would have his way with her. He lunged at her neck, kissing and licking her passionately. Laura could hardly breathe, she was so excited, and when she did, her breath came in rapid gasps.

  "I want you naked!" He released his grip, and sat back expectantly. He then beckoned her to stand before him, and disrobe.

  Sade's Smooth Operator was playing as Laura, obeying his command, kicked off her shoes, and stood in front of him. It all felt very surreal, she didn't have time to think about what she was about to do, other than to please him.

  She watched from a couple of feet away, as he pulled off his T-shirt, to reveal a, smooth, toned torso, the colour of rich, dark chocolate. He then swept off his jeans, before turning his attention back to the young blonde nurse, about to strip naked for him.

  Laura, could never consider herself a dancer, but she had a lithe, curvaceous body and moving her curves to the sensual rhythm wouldn't have been a problem for her.

  Reaching up, and not taking her eyes off his, she began to unbutton her blouse. She noticed him licking his lips, and saw the huge tent pole appear in his crisp, white boxers.

  As she reached the last button, she let the blouse fall away to the floor behind her. Next, she reached around, and unzipped the back of her denim skirt, and slowly peeled it down over her hips and thighs, until that too, dropped away to the floor.

  She then casually kicked the skirt over to the corner of the room. Lincoln's eyes were ablaze, and she saw him put a hand inside his shorts and begin to feel himself, as he watched her.

  Now, wearing only her bra and knickers, she moved closer, revelling in the powerful knowledge that he desired her so much.

  "Come to me." He said, moving to the edge of the sofa.

  She moved within touching distance of him, every nerve ending she possessed was tingling in anticipation. He placed his hands on her hips and pulled her toward him. He drooled over her stomach, kissing and licking her navel, leaving her belly button, wet with his saliva.

  He stared up at her breasts, which were begging to be fondled and caressed by his large hands. She instinctively knew what he wanted, and reached up to unfasten her front-opening bra. He let out a long groan as he looked ravenously at her unfettered breasts. With his hands clasping her buttocks, he launched himself at her, nibbling and gnawing at her pink nipples. They immediately became stimulated, and grew to a size she'd never known before. She groaned and grabbed the back of his neck, twisting herself, she pushed each of her breasts into his mouth.

  Laura was now realising, that she knew so little about the wants and needs of her own body. Although she was certainly no virgin, this was different - she was being violated, and she was loving it.

  Her bra joined her other clothes on the floor, and she threw her head back, as he continued to bite and chew on her bare flesh.

  "I want to be inside you so much." He uttered, reaching down to her last garment of clothing.

  "I want you inside me." She heard herself answer back, as he grasped her knickers and eased them down over her long legs, before putting the damp gusset to his nose, and inhaling her essence. He leered at her greedily, before pulling her naked body down on top of him. He then made her kneel across him, as he let his hands explore her taught, white buttocks, and in between her legs. There was a loud crack'as he slapped her bottom hard and made her wince. She was wetter than she had ever been in her life, and felt herself oozing, as his long, dark fingers delved their way inside her.

  It was one of the quickest orgasms she'd ever had. It came about so rapidly, so consuming. She let out a yelp, and gasped with ecstasy as she willingly gave up her body to him.

  "Have you ever been with a black man before?" He asked, taking out his massive manhood.

  Laura was still on all-fours, laying across him, her head buried in a cushion.

  "No," She whimpered, "Have you ever been with a white woman before?" She knew it was a stupid question, but she wanted to hear his answer.

  His smile and silence said it all. He eased her up, and taking her hand, placed it upon his erect penis.

  She gripped it hard, and in her excitement, started to rub him vigorously.

  "Easy, girl, you'll make me come too early, and I don't want to waste it." He uttered, sitting back and thrusting his hips forward.

  Laura couldn't help herself, she sank to her knees and began to run her tongue up and down his full length, tasting the semen that was slowly dribbling out. She wanted his come in her mouth, and could have begged for it, but he made her stop.

  "You'll get it in your beautiful mouth soon enough." He told her, before scooping her up roughly in his arms and carrying her through to the bedroom.

  It was lit by a couple of sensual, low voltage lamps. She then felt the brief chill on her bare back, and sensed the silky texture of the duvet, as he dropped her down onto the king-sized bed. She had no time to notice anything else.

  Lincoln grasped her arm, and producing a length of rope, he set about tying her wrist to the bedpost. Once she was tied securely, he did the same to her other wrist, and Laura did nothing to stop.

  With her arms, outstretched, and tied either side of her, he lowered himself down, and again began gnawing at her nipples, before running his tongue slowly down her body, to the entrance of her blonde mound.

  She opened her legs, knowing what he wanted. It was bestial, the way he devoured her, lapping, sucking and draining the delicious, salty juices from her swollen lips. His fingers delved between her buttocks, it felt wrong, and debauched, but she yearned for him to continue, and opened her legs even wider. She had never been stimulated like this before, and the experience was mind blowing. He responded by licking her even more ferociously. She writhed and bucked her legs, as his onslaught continued.

  She began to feel the massive build up once more. It was all consuming, and she could do nothing to prevent it happening. She screamed out, arching her back, and pulling hard at the ropes that bound her.

  "I'm going to violate you in every way possible." He grinned, before rolling onto his back, giving her a few moments respite.

  Within moments, he was back on top of her. He brought her legs up high, so the backs of her ankles were resting on his shoulders. He positioned himself so he could penetrate her at his leisure.

  "Slowly," she cried out, feeling his hugeness filling her. He began thrusting, slow at first, then gradually harder, and more forceful.

  The sloshing sound of her wetness g
rew in intensity, as he went deeper inside. He was enormous, and it felt as if he were at the very gates of her uterus. Laura now fully understood what Amanda meant earlier, when she said it was so different - it was. So rebellious, so taboo, and so gloriously shameful.

  "Harder!" She screamed, as Lincoln pounded her unmercifully.

  "I'm going to cum inside you." He roared, thrusting even harder, so that it felt like his massive penis would come out of her mouth.

  "Please..." She begged, panting and unable to move her tethered arms.

  She felt his body convulse, as he bit down hard on her breast, and filled her with what seemed like a gallon of sperm. She climaxed at the same time, her orgasm shaking the whole of her body. It was so intense, and like nothing she could ever describe. She could feel the dampness of the bed beneath her and feared she may have wet herself during her climax. He untied her, and she sat up, her nipples raw, and tingling.

  "Don't worry," he laughed. "You've just had your first female ejaculation! I think some people refer to it as, 'squirting'!" He added proudly.

  She looked up at him, a little shocked, before dropping back down exhausted.

  Laura lay next to him for a few minutes, amused at the thought, that she was now black property, and Lincoln had been true to his word, and had literally shown her the ropes. She was amazed that his erection never seemed to go down. She eventually got up and went into the bathroom. Looking at herself in the mirror, she saw that her eye liner was smeared, and her hair looked as if she'd been pulled through a hedge backwards. She had to sit on the toilet, as Lincoln's sperm continued to pour out of her.

  Still naked, she padded back out to the bedroom. Lincoln had put his boxer shorts on, and had brought in a jug of iced water, containing slices of lemon. He poured her a glass, and she downed it immediately.

  He went over to her, and lowered his head to plant a soft kiss on each of her enlarged breasts.

  "I'm Sorry, if I was a bit too enthusiastic! But you were amazing, simply amazing!" He drooled.

  "I'm glad you enjoyed it!" She replied. "I must say, it was quite amazing for me too!"

  Laura went into the front room to retrieve her clothes, but Lincoln pulled her back.

  "When you're here with me, you stay naked!"

  "Do I take it, we haven't finished, Dr. Greene?"

  "Certainly not, Student Nurse Peddlescoombe. I have unfinished business with you!" He drooled, giving her bottom another hard slap.

  27. THE PARTY

  The noise was infuriating and certainly wasn't the best start to a day Sally had been dreading. It was Penny's sixteenth birthday, and after much harassment, she had finally given in and consented to her daughter having the party in the house the following night.

  "It has to be finished by ten, and I don't want any drinking or loud music. Is that clear?"

  "What's the point of having it then? Come on Mum, all of my friends were given a certain amount of freedom to hold their parties, and things went okay." Pleaded Penny.

  "Eleven then, and not a minute later. Do you understand young lady?"

  "Listen Mum, I've got an idea. Why don't you come back at midnight, and I should have most of them out by then?"

  "Come back at midnight? But I'm not even planning on going out!"

  "Mum, I'll be sixteen! I already drink and smoke, well sometimes. Plus, you've let me stay over at my friend's before, so what's the difference? It'll be alright, so stop worrying."

  "I don't know Penny. You certainly have a lot more freedom than I ever did at your age."

  "Please Mum. All of my friend's parent's went out on their birthdays. You don't get it, I'll lose all my credibility if they see you here."

  "All right, you win. I'll go over and see Lizzie for a couple of hours, but don't forget, only let in people who you know, and I'll expect you to be up early in the morning. I'm not getting everything ready on my own."

  So it was planned, and the dreaded day soon arrived.

  Frank, snoring loudly was totally oblivious to the loud racket going on outside. Sally glanced at her bedside clock, it was just after seven in the morning. The noise wasn't going to go away, so wearily she got up and went over to pull the curtains back.

  "No, No, stop! Don't do that!" She shouted, quickly opening the window. But Jamie didn't hear her.

  "Frank wake up, please stop him!"

  "Will you stop shouting, for fuck's sake!" Growled Frank, sitting up in bed.

  "It's your son. He's riding a bloody motorbike over my flower beds, and by the look of it, he's totally ruined my lawn! Frank, please go down and stop him."

  "I said Jamie could ride his motorbike out there."

  Sally couldn't quite believe what she was hearing.

  "But, my beautiful flowers?"

  "I'll be digging it all up anyway, when I buy the house, so it doesn't matter."

  Sally was so angry that she stormed out of the bedroom and locked herself in the bathroom. She was feeling ghastly with a hangover, and looking at her reflection in the mirror certainly didn't improve things. For the first time in her life, Sally felt old and tired. She took a couple of tablets for her aching head and trudged downstairs.

  Jamie was a spoilt brat, there was no other word for it. The TV was blaring, cups and dishes were strewn everywhere and breakfast cereal had been spilt over the mahogany coffee table. It was the school summer holidays and the thought of Jamie being there any length of time made Sally shudder. There was only one thing for it, to go out and speak to him herself.

  Standing in the kitchen doorway, she called out several times, but he chose to ignore her.

  Clutching her coffee, Sally gasped in horror as she walked across what was once a beautifully tended lawn. It was now crisscrossed with tyre marks and large holes, where clumps of turf had been churned up. Stepping over piles of dog mess, Sally shouted loudly, and noticed one or two of the neighbour's curtains twitching.

  When Jamie finally came into view, it was a sight that terrified her. He was revving up his bike, and without any warning suddenly accelerated straight towards her, sending dirt and geraniums flying in his wake. Dropping her mug of coffee, Sally waved frantically for him to stop. Then, just as he was almost upon her, he swerved and doing a broad-slide, came right around behind her. He was grinning as he took off his helmet to expose his sweat-matted hair, and chubby red face.

  "Jamie, what on earth possessed you to do that, you could have killed me!" Screamed Sally.

  "Sorry!" He replied sarcastically. "I wasn't going that fast."

  "Yes you bloody well were, look what you've done to my lovely garden. How dare you!"

  "My Dad said I could ride my motorbike out here."

  "I don't care what your Dad said. You've ruined my garden. Look at my flowers!"

  "My Dad's buying this house. I can do what I like."

  "Well, it's not his yet, and I would appreciate it if you would stop churning up my lawn."

  Jamie just laughed and started revving up the engine again. The smoke was unbearable and Sally started to cough. With her eyes streaming, she put her hand up beckoning him to stop. However, Jamie laughed even louder and pointed a stubby, sausage finger at her. Sally glanced down and was horrified to see that the silk robe Frank had brought her in Paris was gaping open, revealing her naked body in all its splendour. Sally hurriedly pulled the robe together.

  "You despicable little creature. You make me sick!" She shouted at him, before storming off back inside.

  It took Sally and Penny the rest of the morning to tidy the house and most of the afternoon to get the drinks and prepare the necessary nibbles for the party.

  Fortunately, Frank had taken Jamie out for the day and didn't return with him until later that afternoon. This gave Sally a chance to calm down and give her daughter the present she had asked for.

  "Wow! Look at those speakers Mum, it's perfect!"

  "Well, I certainly wouldn't have chosen a stereo myself, but if that's what you wanted?"

  Penn
y immediately set up the stereo, and eagerly tested it with her ABC album. However, mother and daughter's harmony was soon shattered by the homecoming of Frank and Jamie, plus the dogs.

  Jamie immediately invited himself into Penny's room and plonked himself down on her bed.

  Frank, meanwhile stood in front of Sally with his hands behind his back.

  "Come on Sally, I've brought a little present for Penny, so I had to get you something too!"

  "Frank, don't think you can get around me with bribery." Said Sally, coldly.

  "I just want to help that's all. What's the harm in that?" He replied, taking a beer from the fridge.

  "You can help by buying more flowers for the garden and laying a new lawn. I can't forgive you for what you allowed Jamie to do. I'm so annoyed." She replied, still refusing to accept his gift.

  "We'll talk about that later, Sally. Let me pay for Penny's party, it's the least I can do, besides Jamie and I brought a few more goodies while we were out, Mark's bringing them over shortly.

  Frank was as good as his word. Half hour later Sally answered the door to a large, but pleasant bearded man, with the most warm, expressive brown eyes.

  "Hello, you must be Mrs. Peddlescoombe?" He asked with a smile.

  "Yes, that's right, can I help you?"

  "It's Mark!" shouted Jamie from upstairs.

  "Looks like we've already been introduced!" Laughed the visitor. "I'm Frank's right-hand man, and general dogs-body!"

  "Poor you!" Smiled Sally, taking an instant liking to the unassuming hulk of a man.

  Penny joined them, to get away from Jamie and couldn't believe her eyes when she saw what was in the back of Mark's car. There was cooked chicken, smoked salmon, several different cheeses, assorted pate's and pies and most importantly - drink!

  "It's a children's party, Frank. I don't want them drinking." Protested Sally, angrily after they had brought the food and drink inside.

  "Don't be so uptight. She's sixteen! You were young once. Besides, it's only beer and wine."

  "And champagne!" Exclaimed Penny excitedly.

  "I don't understand you sometimes Frank." Said Sally coldly.