by Tim Court
When I kissed him, after it was over, he told me that he even liked his taste. It was the first time that he had tasted himself in a girl's mouth and we sat there, watching the movie, waiting for him to get hard again so we could fuck, and talking about which tasted better, cock come or cunt cream?
Of course, we couldn't come to an agreement on that, because even though it was my first taste of both, I took cock come over cunt cream by a mile. Norman, of course, said that nothing compared with the flavor of a wet, seeping pussy.
"How many others have you had, by the way?" I asked him, since he was coming off like he was rather experienced.
"Only a few, only a few," he said to me.
He never did give me a set number, and in some ways, I don't know if I'd even like to know. Norman has been so helpful with my recovery from the rape and I love him even more for it.
Anyway, it took about fifteen minutes for Norman to get hard again, and even when he did and I told him I was ready, he suggested that we wait a little bit longer because he wanted to be rock-hard so he could penetrate me.
As he said that, however, he was moving his fingers to my pussy lips and'he was beginning to stroke me softly. He had licked me dry the first time, and he was trying to get me wet for this fuck.
"It's going to be so much easier if you're lubricated with your own cunt juices," he said. "Some people use creams, so I've heard, but there's nothing like the real thing for lubrication."
He didn't even have to talk about it too long, for by the time he had said those words, I was soaking wet again. Norman even told me something about his being happy that I had such a responsive pussy, and making him happy made me happy, too.
He made me lie back gently and then he spread my legs. I have to admit that the position was quite awkward for a first fuck, for even though it was a Caddy it was still pretty tight in the front seat.
Then Norman took hold of his thick cock and started to rub it against my pussy lips. When I first felt that, I could feel my cunt muscles beginning to spasm immediately. It was so incredible. There was such a warmth to his cock that I knew the fuck was going to have to be outrageous.
He slid into me a little, and I could feel my cunt muscles stretching to take him in. But I was so wet that the whole thing was rather easy.
I wrapped my legs around his hairy ass and started to push him in more, tightening them as I did it. I made him push his way in even deeper, and then he came against a stop. I could feel it. His cock had come up against a barrier, and that barrier was my own maidenhood. That's what my mother used to call it.
"This might hurt a little," he said to me.
"I know it doesn't have to," I said, kissing him. "You seem to have a way of making everything so nice. Make this nice for me, okay?"
"Okay," he said, and then he started to kiss me hard on the mouth.
It was feeling really good, until he took my lip between his teeth and started to bite it. I could feel his hairless chest pressing against my tits and his cock in my cunt, but the pain on my lips were beginning to overtake everything.
I started to push at him, trying to push him away. My lip was throbbing at the time and I was thinking about the things that my mother would say when I got home and she saw my swollen lip. I knew she'd start yelling at me and telling me that I was nothing more than a cheap slut, because she had once said something like that to me when she found out I had kissed a boy on the lips.
See what kind of family I come from? They're crazy.
Anyway, I was concentrating on my swollen, aching lip so much, that I hadn't even noticed the fact that Norman had finally penetrated me. It wasn't until he let up and I felt him starting to move in and out of me, deeper than before, that I knew he had busted me open. I was no longer a virgin, and there hadn't been any pain at all.
Except for the pain on my lip, but I'm sure that was much better than the pain you're supposed to feel when you're hymen is busted.
I could feel myself getting wetter and wetter inside, and I really didn't know that it was because of my blood until the whole thing was over. I didn't really care, either, because Norman had given me what he had promised. My whole body was bursting with sensation and it was all emanating from his cock moving inside of my cunt. I could feel the thick cock bone rubbing over my clit and my cunt walls were spasming tightly around his bulge.
We were both moaning and breathing harder than ever. Really, I'm surprised that no one in the cars next to us looked over, although, even if they did, I probably wouldn't have noticed. We did have the windows up, which must have made the car look suspicious anyway because it was hot outside, but we were also moaning so loud that I'm sure people in the next cars had to have heard us.
The first time Norman's cock started to pulsate in my pussy, he slowed down a little.
He said that he didn't want to come right away, and I really don't know why because I think that I was ready to take a few shots of his come. I mean, I was imagining what it would feel like, and the only thing I had to equate it with was the way I remembered the come shooting into my mouth.
I remembered the warm creamy burst and I thought that something like that would make my cunt feel sensational. My thoughts turned out to be accurate in the end, because that's exactly how I felt.
But he didn't come right away. I don't know how long we were fucking for, but I do know that we missed more than three-quarters of the movie and had to sit through it again.
When he started to pulse inside of me a second time, he didn't stop. I remember the way he started to lick my ear, then flick his tongue in and out of it, just as his cock started to shoot inside of me.
I'll never forget that warm feeling that came over my body as his cock started to empty his love cream into me. It was a sign of love, too, and that's why I called it 'love cream.' I mean, I've never felt so close to Norman in my life as I did that first time when we started to come together.
His whole body was making all my nerves tingle. I mean, it was like all my nerve endings were exposed and his touching them was sending burst after burst of pleasurable sensations through me. I'm sure he was feeling the same way because I could feel how much his body was sweating and it was pretty close to mine.
Norman kept pumping even after his cock started to go limp inside of me, and it was really amazing to feel him going limp in my pussy tunnel. It was a nice feeling as my cunt walls squeezed his warm, semi-flaccid dick.
Now the reason I went into so much detail about that first time, is I want you to have some kind of an understanding as to where I was at, sexually, when I was raped by this enema bandit. As I've said, I expected him to fuck me from the minute he hit me across the face and burst his way into our house.
I can't say that I expected him to do the same to my sister. He did get to her first. I remember opening my eyes and hearing her screaming, then looking over and seeing her face-down on the carpet with her naked ass up in the air.
The man, who was masked at the time, was shoving an enema nozzle between her buttocks and I knew that he was flooding her with water. I couldn't imagine what it felt like nor did I expect that I was to be the next recipient.
I just remember my sister's screaming, and I started to feel bad because before the man had entered, the two of us had been talking. I had wanted to prepare her for the fact that Norman and I would probably sneak off to the bedroom and fuck. I knew that if I didn't, she would certainly tell my mother and father when they got back.
I wanted her to understand sex, and the pleasures involved in sex, just so she would understand why I was doing it. The only thing was, there was a knock on the door in the middle of our conversation, just before I was going to tell her about the actual physical parts of sex, and then the man knocked me out.
She was raped without knowing that fucking can feel good, and I just can't help feeling guilty about something like that. I mean, it isn't my place to have to tell my sister about sex. It's my mother's place, re
ally, but I know that she would never bring herself to do it. God, the whole thing's so fucking sick!
INTERVIEW TWO
The second time Jill came to see me, she seemed a little more self-assured, and I was glad to see it. The first time she had come was only a few days after the incident, but a week's passing had probably given her a good deal of time to think things through and maybe she had come to grips with things.
When she came to see me, she was wearing a dungaree dress and I had to admit to her that she looked quite sexy in it. Her hair was up in a tight bun because it was rather warm outside, and she looked older and more mature that way.
My parents left the house that night by seven-fifteen, even though the reception was only ten minutes from the house by car. My father's the kind of man who always-likes to be the first one at an affair.
Anyway, I was expecting Norman over at eight-thirty, and my sister Nicole was sitting in front of the television, glued to whatever shit was on.
Nicole is very, very good-looking. She had red-brown hair, depending on the light she's in, and the longest eyelashes I've ever seen in my life. For a thirteen-year-old, she happens to have a terrific figure, too. Her tits aren't as big as mine are now, but they're bigger than mine ever were when I was thirteen.
I'm sure that she'll have bigger tits than me in a few years. Oh God, I shudder when I think about it. I mean, she could derive such pleasure from those tits of hers but I wouldn't be surprised if she's turned off to men for the rest of her life. I know that I'd probably be if I lost my cherry the way she did.
Anyway, as I was watching her in front of the television, I suddenly decided that I'd better tell her some things. I think I mentioned last week why I thought I should tell her. She still believed all those things that my mother used to feed us about sex and I knew that if Norman and I snuck off to the bedroom, she would start saying something.
"Nicole," I said, "I want to tell you something. When Norman comes over tonight we're probably going to go to my room and go to bed together."
I'll never forget the look on her face. It was as if I was the biggest sinner in the world. Her jaw dropped open a mile wide.
"What? You mean that you've done this kind of thing before? Oh my God, Jill, that's the most disgusting thing I've ever heard of. I can't believe you would do such a thing."
"Nicole, there's nothing wrong with it."
Do you know what I felt like? I felt like I was Norman the first time I did it with him. I swear, she was a mirror-image of the way I was and I was now trying to convince her that it felt good.
"Have you ever touched yourself and felt pleasure from it?" I asked her. "What do you mean?"
"Sometimes, when it's cold, I know that my nipples get stiff. Haven't you ever touched your nipples when they got stiff and felt a pleasant tingle?"
"Jill, please, don't say things like that," Nicole said, and she was even covering her ears so she wouldn't hear me. I reached over and grabbed her hands.
"Nicole, there is nothing wrong with it. One day you're going to understand because it's going to happen to you. When it does, you'll remember this talk we had and you'll come running to me with an apology. But right now I'm not looking for your approval."
"What are you looking for then?" she asked.
"I just want to make sure that you're going to keep your mouth shut, that's all. I don't want you telling mom or dad about this."
She didn't say anything. Instead, she turned back to the television and started to watch. I don't remember how much time went by before she turned around again, touched my leg, then looked up at me.
"Maybe you're right," she said. "I talk to some of my friends and they say that sex is nice. I've been thinking that mom wouldn't ever say sex is nice, just because of the way she is. I guess you are right."
"Oh, I am," I said to her. "Look, I was scared the first time it happened, a little. But once it was happening and we were in the middle of it, there was no reason to be scared. There's no reason to be scared of something that's going to feel so good."
"Tell me what it feels like," she said to me.
I was just about to, right at that moment, but then the doorbell rang. I told her that I'd tell her in a minute, thinking that it was Norman at the door and he would even be able to help me explain some things.
Well, it wasn't Norman at the door. I flung it open and this lecherous looking man was standing there. He had brown hair and a mask across his face. He wore a long brown trench-coat, and that was really all I took in at first.
"Who the hell are you and what do you want?' I screamed at him, and all of a sudden I felt his fist smash into my face. I couldn't believe the force behind the blow. It sent me reeling to the floor and I know that I passed out because when I woke up, he had already gotten things started.
The first thing that I heard was my little sister's muffled cries of pain, and my vision wasn't clear enough for me to see what was actually going on. I could see that the front door was closed, and when I squinted I noticed that the chain had been slid into the lock. I wanted to reach up for it, open the door and run for help, but I could hardly raise myself up to my feet.
By the time I realized that I didn't have the energy to get up and open the door, my vision had cleared some, and that's when I was able to see what he was doing to my sister. It was incredible.
He had her face-forward on the carpet, and I didn't notice until later that he had tied her hands together. What I could see was this: My sister's ass was raised up off the floor, since he had propped her on her knees. Her pants and panties had been pulled down to her knees so that her naked ass was exposed.
I squinted even more and I could see the man holding the enema bag in his hand. The minute he rammed the nozzle into her ass-hole, and he did it with a tremendous force, she let out a long scream, louder than the others but still muffled.
The man was laughing his head off as he watched my sister squirm in torment. Then I noticed something else. His trench-coat was open now and he wasn't wearing any pants under it. I could see that his cock was hard, long and thick.
The only cock I had to compare it with was Norman's, and this one looked so much larger, and as a result, so much more terrifying.
"All right, you bitch," the man was saying, in a low, hushed voice, "you love this, don't you? Yeah, baby, you love to be filled. And you're going to love it even more when I start to fuck you. Yeah, you'll love being fucked."
When I heard that, I started to crawl toward the living room where this whole thing was taking place. When the man saw me, he smiled at me in the most depraved manner.
"Oh, it looks like big sister's come to join the party," he said, and I saw the way he was stroking my sister's virgin pussy from behind as he continued to fill her with water from the enema.
"Please leave her alone," I moaned. "Please, she isn't experienced."
He reached over and grabbed me by the hair, pulling me closer to him. I had to crawl fast, for I thought he'd surely pull my hair out of my head in large tufts. He slapped me across the face once more.
"You'll wait your turn, honey," he said to me.
The second smack in the face didn't knock me unconscious, but it did knock any energy out of me that I had managed to build up since coming out of my first state of unconsciousness. I could only lie there and watch what he was doing.
He was rubbing his cock against my sister's buttocks, and then I finally saw him pull the dripping hose out of her anus. When she started to let the water leak out he smashed his open palm against her buttock and screamed at her.
"You'd better hold it in, kid, or else I'll kill you."
I gasped when he said that. I couldn't believe that he would threaten her like that, and I think he really intended to carry out his threat. I reached over and began to stroke my sister's soft hair.
"It's going to be okay, Nicole, it's going to be okay. It's not like this at all. It's never like this. He's being brutal.
"
"Shut up," the man said, spitting his words out at me.
Of course, Nicole did. I saw the man spitting into his hand then and rubbing thick wads of saliva all over his swollen purple cock. Then, before he gave her any notice, he rammed his way into her cunt from behind.
I could see her whole body spasming with pain after that first thrust, and the rapist didn't even wait for the pain to subside. He started to thrust his thick cock in and out of her cunt with a fiery fury. I could tell by the look on his face that he was getting off on it.
"Hey, you feel like a fucking water bed," he said to her.
I noticed that his cock was already coated with her virgin blood as he pulled himself out. Of course, he never pulled himself all the way out because he wanted to fuck her until he came. I could tell by the look on his face.