Love Rape The phone call was totally unexpected. Helen had dumped me over three months ago, at the party. She had done it without telling me, just so she could sleep with that writer. It almost destroyed me emotionally, and to top it off she had moved in with someone else right away. And now, after I finally got myself together, she calls to say she wants to try "us" again. It would have been crazy to go, it would have been foolish, self-destructive and totally impossible to handle. But all the same, I found myself just outside the door to her house. It was open, as she said it would be, so I went in. Helen was just sitting there on the couch, wearing that low- necked leotard she knows I love so much. The curve of her tits was exciting as they showed in the middle. She smiled coyly up at me, so I sat down. I put my hand casually behind her on the back of the couch and she leaned towards me. But when I put my arm around her shoulders, she pulled away and said "Not so fast." So I sat there for a while, then let my arm fall to her again. This time there were no complaints and she snuggled her sexy little body against mine. Feeling bold I put my other hand on her knee, feeling the silky stocking beneath my fingers. She gave a slight sigh and laid her head on my shoulder. I felt it was time, so I kissed her. Like every time since the first, when she felt my lips on hers she opened her mouth and thrust her tongue forward. I,like always, sucked it into my mouth and began to play tag with it. We were like blind dentists, exploring each others mouths, our breathing starting to come heavier. One slight pause took care of both our glasses, and we were free to neck to our hearts desire. The mood was right so I slid my hand up her leg to her thigh, then to her beautiful full ass. I'd always thought of it as her best feature and had had my hand on it many a time in the past. But now, like always, the feel of that curving cheek gave me an instant hard on. I decided to leave her mouth, reluctantly, and explore her ears, chin, and neck with my tongue and teeth. Her hands were behind my neck and her moans were like music to my ears. But when I had made my way to her small, but incredibly gorgeous, cleavage, she pulled my head back and said "No." in a quiet but firm voice. I returned to her mouth and the ever wonderful tonguing available there. As our oral digits danced together, I moved my hand up to her breast and pressed. Her nipple was hard and pressing into my palm. I gave that tit an ever so gentle squeeze, and that was it. Helen went berserk, shouting "I said 'No', dammit!" She pushed me away. I had had enough. All the frustrations, all the blue-balls, she wouldn't even let me go down on her pussy when I didn't even ask her to suck me off in return! The feeling boiled over in me as I pulled her roughly by the shoulder across my lap. She squawked and tried to resist, but I pinned her hands together in the small of her back and held her down. Taking off my necktie, I bound her wrists. I grabbed the bottom of her denim skirt and hauled it upward. Her ass was there, barely covered by the bottom of the leotard. Her garter belt cut a dark stripe across each curving cheek of her bottom. I knew this was my chance, my opportunity to do something I'd wanted for a long time. I raised my hand and brought it down in a sharp swat on that sexy behind. The cheeks jiggled with the hit and her protestations were cut off with a small shriek. But one swat was not enough, oh no, so I started spanking her in earnest. This was what the teasing little bitch deserved. I slapped her ass harder and harder, seeing it turn first pink, then red. The material of her leotard was somewhat in the way, so I pulled up on the edges, drawing it deep into the crack of her tortured butt, exposing even more of that wonderful part of her. Helen was making little whimpering noises, but I ignored her, there was no way I was going to stop. First of all, the 19 year old cockteaser was getting just what she needed to teach her a lesson, and secondly, the noises and spanking were turning me on like nothing ever had. I resumed my attack on those sexy globes. But I did have other things in mind, so I slid from under her body and rolled her over. She was now lying helplessly tied on her back. She looked up at me with tears in her eyes, and said "I'm sorry, Alex. I deserved that and it DID feel good, it even turned me on. Please untie me and we'll have some fun. I promise." I looked her straight in the eye, but didn't say anything. I was in charge, and I wanted her to know it. Climbing on the couch, I strad- dled her body. Then I reached down and took both of her covered breasts in my hands. She had been telling the truth about the spanking feeling good to her, turning her on, her nipples were taut nubs beneath her leotard, harder than I'd ever felt them. Once again, I looked her in the eyes and then I squeezed. Not the gentle pressure I'd tried before, but a full grab that had the titflesh and material coming out between my fingers. Helen'ssharp intake of breath and little squeak let me know that I had finally gotten her complete attention. She now understood what was really happening, what I really intended to do to her. Nothing less than rape would satisfy me. There was a look of fear in her eyes as I reached for her neckline. I pulled the v-neck wider, stretching the material until her nipples came into view. As always, the sight of her wide, light- brown areolae excited me even more. A little more tugging had both her tits completely exposed, their small cone shapes pointing up at me. I smiled wickedly at Helen and then put my hands on her bare flesh, squeezing hard. She quietly said "Alex..." but I just told her to shut up. She did, and bit down on her lower lip as I con- tinued my assault on her titties. That's how I sometimes thought of them, as titties, not big enough to be real tits. But that didn't mean I wasn't going to get my jollies with them. Being rough with her knockers was especially fun, because I knew how sensitive they were. I was really getting into the sadistic domination act, so I took each nipple between thumb and finger and pinched as hard as I could. A moan of pain escaped from between her lips, but she clammed up again when I chuckled evilly. Then I pulled on them, like I wanted to rip them from her body, I pulled. Helen gasped and threw her head back, thrusting her chest upward, all in a futile effort to find some relief from the pain I was bringing her. When I suddenly let go, she fell back to the couch, panting and gasping for air. The tears were no longer in her eyes, they were streaming down her face. She looked truly afraid of me as I reached for her chest again and she closed her eyes when my fingers touched her rock-hard points. But they flew open again in surprise as I gently pushed down on them and rolled them lightly between my fingers. I leaned down and kissed a tear from her cheek, then brushed her lips with mine. I moved down her neck to her cleavage, tonguing and nibbling the smooth flesh. I'd been here before, but this time it was anything goes. I gave a gentle kiss to the fine, downy hairs between her breasts and then moved on to the slope of one curving breast. Helen'sbreathing had become smoother and deeper, as though she were enjoying herself, but I could feel the tension in her body that resulted from not knowing what I would do next. I didn't want to leave the suspense too long, so I began to tongue her nipple, around and around, coating it and the areola with my saliva. When I was finished there, I moved to the other side and repeated the process, keeping the first busy with my fingers. A moan came from the beautiful young woman beneath me, this time of pure pleasure as I began to nurse at her somewhat bruised nipples. I sucked slowly and gently at the small points, then spread my mouth out to the entire darkened fronts of her cute little pair. One thing I had always enjoyed about the fact of Helen'ssmall chest size when we were going out was the fact that I could draw an entire one of her petite breasts into my mouth. I did this now, spreading my lips wide and sucking in as hard as I could, then slowly drawing back and biting down a little every now and then until I was again sucking like a newborn on just the tip. I could hear the catches in her breathing, just like always, as I bit down during this. The difference was, I was no longer proceeding with the woman in my life, I was raping the cunt who had hurt me and always had the upper hand in sex. With new determination, I again pulled her titty into my mouth, then bit down. Hard. "Nnnnnggh!!!" The noise wasn't very loud, but it came from deep in her chest and it was obvious that her tender titflesh was in agony. Good. I repeated my actions on her other breast, biting even harder this time. Her grunt of pain was louder and she thrashed beneath my weight as I began to systematically leave teeth marks all over her breasts. Not just taking the full thing in from the front, either, but nibbling around the curves and sinking my teeth into the skin in both large and small bites. To top it off, I took her poor, abused nipples between my teeth and, instead of a light scraping pull off them, bit down hard and worried them back and forth. Helen was once again making the whimpering noises I'd heard while whomping on her ass, and I knew she'd never forget this. To add to my pleasure, and her suffering, I reached down and grabbed a handful of her sweet ass, sinking my fingers deep into the flesh. I pulled back to examine my efforts. Helen had a look of fear combined with pain on her face, her eyes wide and looking at me. Her breasts were red from all the sucking and biting inflicted on them, with teethmarks that looked as though they would last for a few days, maybe more. Her nipples were still rock hard and pointing at me. Her chest, neck and face were flushed a deep red and covered with a fine sheen of sweat. She was my helpless victim, she was sexy as hell, she was beautiful. It was time to move on. I'd seen her chest before, touched and licked them months ago. I'd seen and fondled the curving flesh of her ass, even had my hand down the back of her panties. But there was one part of her body she had held back, one precious point that I had lusted after. I moved to the side and reached for her skirt. Undoing the button and zipper, I pulled it down her legs and threw it to the floor. Helen tried to twist away, but I pushed her back down and reached for the top of her thighs, for the crotch of her leotard, for the promised land. For her pussy. She tried to clamp her legs together, but I just forced my hand down to where a snap held the cloth closed. It seemed that my attentions had done more than just hurt her, while her thighs were damp with sweat, the material covering her twat was soaked. One flick of my hand and the leotard parted. Helen again writhed in a vain attempt to get away from me, but I just sank my fingers into one full strong thigh and hauled her to her back. I didn't look to the V of her legs just yet, I wanted to get her a little more naked first. I pulled the leotard up from under her garter belt, reaching under her sexy butt to give the back an extra tug, pulling it out of her ass-crack where I had wedged it earlier. As the band slid from between those hot round cheeks, Helen gave a little moan and wiggled her cute bottom back and forth. I could tell she enjoyed that sensation, because of the many times I'd made her panties ride up in that crevice and then pulled it out. A couple of times I had even slid a finger between her buns, just a bit above her tiny asshole and then pulled it up, going on to scratch the assflesh. She had looked me straight in the eye and smiled lustily then, so I was sure her moan meant she was getting pleasure from this little part of being stripped. I pulled her small garment farther upward, completely exposing her chest. As I bunched the material up at her chin, I saw her eyes. She looked frail, weak, vulnerable. I felt a twinge of sympathy and almost considered stopping. After all, this was the woman I had fallen in love with, the woman that I was still madly in love with. Even though she had hurt me, the feelings were still strong. But then I remembered all the times she had pushed me away, the times she had denied me a kiss. I remembered how she had treated me at the party when she was chasing her writer for a one night fling. How she had moved in with that guy. And, in light of the situation at hand, I remembered the one time I had gotten close to her precious slit. Her legs had been on my shoulders, my face between her thighs. I had licked her mound through the material of her leotard, the same one bunched above her tits right now, as a matter of fact. I then slid my tongue under the edges of the garment's crotch, tasting her sweat and feeling the small, curling hairs tickling my tongue. And she had stopped me, pulling my head away and saying "I said no." I'd never wanted anything in return for my oral pleasuring of her, never asked her to bring her mouth to my cock. And she had still said no. Well, she could say it all she wanted to, I was getting what I wanted, come hell or high water. I reached down to her feet and pulled off her shoes, then took the opportunity to remove my own clothes. Standing over her, I could see her looking at my body. I know it's never been great, and I was at least 20 pounds too heavy. But Helen wasn't looking at my pot belly, her gaze was somewhat lower. My dick is only average in length, about six and a half or seven inches, but at six inches around, it is quite thick. And at this moment I was harder than I'd ever been in my life. Helen'sstare seemed to have some trepidation in it, which was just great to me. I again took my position on the couch by her legs. While I was standing she had brought her knees up in order to hide herself, but that foolishness only made me smile. I put my hands on her knees and pulled them apart, or rather I tried to. Helen had incredible legs and she used her firm thighs to keep her legs firmly together. Feeling annoyed at her futile attempt to stop my lusty plans for her body, I reached down and once again sank my fingers into the curve of her backside. But this time I used the tips of my fingers, digging my nails into her already sore flesh. She gave a little squeal and bit down on her lower lip, a fresh tear falling from her eye. When I put my hands on her knees the second time, she parted her legs at the slightest outward pressure. I positioned my body between those beautifully curved legs, not up high where I could nail her, but lower down so I could first sample the flavor of the juicy slit that had so soaked her leotard. I pulled her ankles to my shoulders and began to kiss, tongue and nibble along the lines of her smooth flesh, moving my head back and forth to give equal attention to each gorgeous leg, the thin material of her stockings only adding to the incredible feelings to my tongue and mouth. When I reach the bend of her knees, I stopped. I still hadn't looked at the v of her legs, the center of her pleasure, at that most private part of her desirable body. I pulled my head back slightly and again looked my poor helpless victim in the eye. My hands pulled her legs apart and Helen didn't resist at all. She apparently had no will left to resist my attentions, her face simply pleading with me for a mercy my lust would not give. As my gaze traveled lower, I saw red, raw titflesh and her tight, hard nipples. My eyes moved down again, and there it was. First, I saw her patch, the short curly hairs forming a neat triangle that pointed to the real prize. Her clit sat at the top of her precious opening, and it looked to me as though it was just as rock-hard as the tips of her titties. Her mound puffed outward, the delicate pink lips of her pussy spread just a bit from the outward pressure of her thighs. The slit, lips, mound and hair, all of it had a faint glisten of something that wasn't sweat, but instead a liquid which showed that I wasn't the only one who had received pleasure from my attack. The slutty little bitch loved it. That's what my mind was screaming in its fog of lust. The sexy whore got hot while I was abusing her. I was going to rape her, no matter what the consequences. I reached out a hand and cupped the meeting of her legs with my palm. Helen let out the smallest of moans and closed her eyes. I moved my hand back to her leg and continued to tongue her legs. When I reached the tops of her stockings and the bare flesh of her upper thigh, I first licked the sweat from her smooth skin then bit into the meat of the leg. Bites, not the nibbling her stockinged legs had received, but a clamp with my jaw that left teeth marks matching those on her breast. I went closer and closer to her crotch, but stopped short of reaching her pussy. Pushing back on her legs, I raised her backside from the couch and sank my lips and teeth into one cheek of that ass that I loved so much. Trailing my tongue lightly across her skin, I gave the other pale globe an equally abusive treatment, enjoying the delightful shudder that passed through my captive's body. I kissed and nibbled my way back along her inner thigh and, still avoiding her tight hole, made my way to her lower belly. After a brief tonguing of her cute little belly button, I began to trace my way around and across the patch of hair and tasted something besides sweat. Small drops of her nectar were on the short curls, and it was the sweetest flavor in the world. I swathed my tongue back and forth across her dark triangle, using my lips to help pick up the delicious juice. Lower and lower I went, until my lips pressed against the rubbery knot of her clit. Her shudder wasn't small this time, Helen was shivering as if she was cold. But she wasn't, her flesh was on fire, giving me warmth and feeding off my own. I gave her erect little point a tiny suck and just barely scraped my teeth across it, making her shiver even stronger. But it was time to move on to the true treasure of her lower regions, that delicate, wet hole I'd lusted after since I'd known Helen. I started low, drawing the broad flat of my tongue along the length of her lips, tasting even more of the sweet pussy juice that was driving me mad. Then I reversed direction, puckering my lips and giving small sucking kisses down along the puffy mound. Helen let out a moan at my next move, where I slid my tongue sideways and pushed ever so slightly into her cleft and slipped it upward, planting another kiss on her clit at the top. Her cunt was now soaked with the liquid it was pumping out. Despite being raped, her body was responding to my attacks the only way it could, with its own desire. Her breathing was growing ragged and deep, and I could hear her trying to stifle sounds of pleasure. I smiled to myself and then took the plunge, pushing my tongue deep into the hole of her pussy. That was it for Helen, she bowed her back to push her crotch into my face and crossed and locked her ankles behind my neck. I began to plunge and swirl my tongue into her twat, slurping up the drippings that poured from that sweet cunt. I ever so gently nibbled the pink lips with my teeth, hearing her gasp followed by a moan at each small bite. Her hot sweaty thighs clamped against my head, but her moans echoed through her body and the gasps of her breathing made her belly and cunt shudder and squirm against my face. As an experiment, I opened my mouth wide, planted it on her juicy hole and sucked hard. This time my sweet slutty victim didn't just gasp, she let out a sharp cry and arched her back, as the meeting of her legs let out fresh quantities of its delicious lubricant. I must have continued my attentions at the glorious v of her legs for fifteen or twenty minutes, drinking every precious drop of her pussy's output. Her moans, gasps and cries of pleasure became almost constant, and when I looked up she was whipping her flushed, sweaty face from side to side. I pulled myself up, feeling her legs unlock and slip so that her ankles were once again on my shoulders. I then slowly leaned forward, doubling her over until her legs were pressed against her upper body, my face only inches from hers. She was panting deeply, her breaths raising and lowering me as I rested atop her. She again bit her lip and looked pleadingly at me as she felt my dick head pressing at the sopping wet lips of her pussy. I slowly eased just the head in, eliciting a small noise from my captive bitch. And then I slammed my prick all the way into her tight hole, as hard as I could. Did I say tight? That twat just about crushed my cock. It would have if I hadn't been enjoying this rape so much. I began to stroke into her, shoving my hips down until my balls slapped her ass, drawing out until just the head was in her slit, then slamming in again. Helen began to let forth grunts in time with my thrusts, moaning each time my dick slid from her. Her mouth was slightly open, so I leaned down and force my tongue between her parted lips. It truly excited me to know she would be tasting her own cunt juice on my lips and tongue. I even felt her tongue move against mine for a brief instant before she remembered she was being attacked. When she turned her head to the side, I just laughed at her. She could protest all she wanted, but I knew two things: First, I was going to do whatever I wanted to her sexy little body, and Second, Helen'shole was dripping. The cockteasing little bitch was loving the rape I was forcing on her flesh. Once again, I reached down to grab her ass, squeezing so hard that my little bitches'seyes opened and her mouth gaped wide. When my teeth returned to her titties and their oh so red nibs, tears again fell from her eyes. The feelings of power and lust felt incredible to my tightly sheathed meat. I began to thrust harder and faster, making the poor ravaged girl cry out, squeal and grunt louder and louder. The slap of my nuts against her buns became louder too, and my cock seemed as if it were made of stone. My balls were soaked with the juice that poured from her prick sheath. I could feel myself nearing orgasm, while her tight pussy spasmed around my pole. I sank my teeth into her shoulder to smother my grunt as I came and flooded her cunt with my juice. Every part of my body seemed on fire as I shot my load and my pleasure was only magnified by the drawn out moan from Helen that could only mean she was joining me in the moment of ultimate pleasure. After the last spasm of my jizz loaded balls, I rested my head on her shoulder and let her legs slip from between us. I moved my arms to the insides of her beautiful legs and lay my body on hers, while her legs slid down my body. But they didn't slide all the way to the couch, instead wrapping themselves around my hips, pulling my body closer to hers even as our panting matched into deep even breaths. As our sweat mingled and my softening meat slid from her precious hole, she let out a (to me, it seemed) contented sigh. It was the sigh that woke me up. I was glad she had enjoyed herself and come, but this night was for my pleasure, my use of her body. I pushed myself up and slid from the pleasant trap of her legs. Getting off the couch, I stood over her, pulling her up to a sitting position. She looked up at me with a soulful look in her eyes and started talking. It was something about having liked it even with the rape, about wanting me to untie her so she could hold me. But I didn't buy it after spanking her, and I wasn't buying it now. I reached down and gave one of her small breasts a hard squeeze and hoarsely whispered "Shut up!" Then I gently ran a finger around her mouth, slipping it between those pouting lips. She kissed, tongued and gently sucked the digit, obviously wanting to please me so I would lessen my savage attack upon her body. But if she thought that would work, she was sadly mistaken. A fact she under- stood when I pulled my finger from her mouth, took her face between my hands and raised it to the level of my crotch. She looked up at me, her eyes sad and pleading, then gave in. She started by slowly licking our combined juices from my shaft with her tongue. When she reached the crown, she swirled her tongue around the tip, then took it between her lips, sucking gently. The feelings made my cock begin to swell again, stiffening out and forc- ing her lips into a tight round circle. I couldn't believe the sen- satitons that her tongue was inflicting on me. She slowly slid her mouth down my cock, taking half of its thick length into her hot oral cavern. She sucked hard on it, pulling back and letting her teeth scrape lightly over the flesh, while her tongue pressed it to the roof of her mouth and her lips slid smoothly along its length. I was completely hard again, so I pulled my rod from that talen- ted mouth and pressed it to her cheek and neck, enjoying the wonder- ful feelings as my hot flesh slid along hers. I pulled back so the tip was again level with her face, and she took it back into her mouth without urging or direction from, me. Her head began a slow bobbing on my dick, as she gave into the situation and commenced to truly give me a blow job. Her mouth sliding up and down my stick, while her tongue swirled around the shaft and head was enough to make me a little weak in the knees, but I noticed something. At the bottom of her sucking strokes, she only had a little more than half of my fuck rod in her slutty little mouth. Now, if this had just been a blow job, I would have been more than satisfied. But this was my night of control, my chance to rape and dominate this hot bitch. I reached down and took her face between my hands and held her still. Then I started to pivot my hips, thrusting into her mouth, filling it with my meat. Every now and then I would push a little too much cock past her tongue and she would pull back a bit, so I would make my strokes a touch shorter. But then it occurred to me: I didn't have to be the least bit concerned for her, I was in control. I slid one hand up and grabbed a fist full of hair, putting the other hand behind her neck. Then I made my thrusts deeper once more. Each time my cock slid between those juicy lips, I made her take a bit more. I paid no attention to her noises or the way she tried to pull her head from my grasp or her mouth from my pole, I just kept up my steady pumping action until the head of my prick slid into the little slut's throat. I left the tip there for just a moment, then pulled back and gave her mouth a few short strokes. The tramp obediently swirled her tongue around the end of my stick, but I soon returned to the deeper regions of her oral pleasure hole. Deeper, deeper I shoved, her saliva coating my prick in a slick sheen. Then it happened: I felt her nose brushing into my pubic hairs, I felt my balls settle against her chin. My little slave-whore had swallowed the entire length of my cock! I left it there for a few seconds, just enjoying the feel of her throat muscles massaging my dick. Then I took a firm grip on her neck, twined my fingers in her hair and began to thrust again. A few short thrusts just in her mouth and then a couple of hard plunges into the depths of her throat. I was no longer getting a blowjob, not even just controlling her sucking, I was fucking her face. That juicy wet hole between her lips took my cock-length again and again, just as her pussy had. At one point, I just held her lips against my balls and short hairs. Looking down at her, I could see her futile efforts to free her hands from behind her back, I could see (and feel) those juicy red lips nibbling at the base of my spire, I saw her trying to pull her head back but unable to until I released my hands' pressure on her neck. My control over Helen'smouth was as complete as the control I had enjoyed over her pussy. I felt great. As I continued to plunge my meat in that hot, wet hole, I began to notice something. When I pulled back, Helen was running her tongue around the head of my prick, and as I shoved it back into her mouth, she would suck hard, helping my cock dive into her throat, her cheeks hollowing with the effort. As a test, I eased up my pressure on the little slut's neck, and eased the strength of my thrust. Her head paused a second, then moved forward, taking my prick slowly into her mouth and deep into her throat, the muscles massaging its length while her lips nibbled at its base. I was right! My teenage tramp was now totally into the idea of her mouth on my dick! I looked down at her closed eyes, her sweaty face as she forced her lips to stretch wide around my cock. As she made my hard on slide again and again into her face, saliva coated the length. But my lust rose up again, so I renewed my grip on her head and renewed my plunges into her suck-hole. Helen, my sweet slutty slave, simply allowed it, not resisting, not trying to move her head, no longer even trying to free her tied hands. I tested her submis- siveness by plowing my rod all the way to the balls and leaving it there for about ten or fifteen seconds. Again her throat muscles squeezed and relaxed around the head of my cock while her tongue gently pressed and curled around the curve of the shaft, her lips all the while keeping up their gentle motions at the hair and balls, as if she were trying to take even more dick into her wondrous oral chasm. Satisfied that she was accepting my invasion of her mouth, I commenced to truly fuck her face. Hard deep thrusts that had my ball sack slapping against her chin. I heard delightful grunting noises from my captive that made the experience all the greater. I could feel my nuts starting to clench, driven to the point of explosive re- lease by Helen and her sweet, talented mouth. I gave one last deep throat thrust and let go, pulling back so just the head of my cock was between those sucking lips. Again and again my dick shot come into her face, finally making her cheeks balloon from their load of jizz. I took true delight from watching the helpless teenager before me take a deep, gulping swallow to drink my wad. As my slimy dick slid from her lips, she gave a last, gentle suck to get the last drops of come, then looked up at me. She seemed to want some acknowledgement, so I said "That was a good blowjob, cockteaser." She dropped her gaze, realizing that even after all she had done for my pleasure, I still hadn't forgiven her. And I still had a few plans for Helen'sbody. I pulled her chin back up and said "Start sucking, make me hard again." After only a brief pause, she obeyed. Her lips, tongue and mouth once again worked their magic on my cock, making it swell. Her head once again bobbed up and down its length, making slurping noises that only made me harder. I grabbed her head and forced my dick down her throat and held it there, savoring the sensation of her muscles making swallowing motions that massaged every inch, every nerve ending of my meat. I held it there for almost half a minute then pulled my prick from her mouth entirely and rubbed it against her face. Helen kept her eyes closed and pushed her face back against my flesh, letting out a little moan. When I put my hand on her shoulder and pushed her to the couch, she didn't resist at all. I pulled and pushed to get her face down, and as soon as she understood, she helped me, ending up with her tits and face pressed to couch while her ass was stuck up in the air. I climbed up on the couch behind her and she spread her knees apart so I could get between her legs with easy access to her juicy, sloppy cunt. I placed the tip of my cock at the entrance to her hole, took a firm grip on the cheeks of her ass, and thrust as hard as I could. The hole of her cunt was well lubricated with both her juice and my come, but it was still tight. It gripped the thick meat of my cock, making wet noises as I fucked hard into my little slave-bitch. The combined juices in her hole quickly coated my prick with a slick covering. I leaned over my helpless (but now completely cooperating) captive and reached under her body to take a firm grip on her titties, to use them as handles to fuck her body harder and harder. Her full round ass cheeks made slapping noises as my belly slammed into them. And all the while, my precious whore Helen kept softly grunting "Un-huh, un-huh, un-huh!" as she obviously got off from my rough, raping fuck. But even though I was enjoying her tight pussy, I'd already been in that hole. This was my one chance at her body, and I was going to give into all of my hard-core fantasies. Rising up again, I placed my hands on the curves of her backside and parted the cheeks to look at her asshole. The small brown spot drew my complete attention. I slowly pulled my slicked rod from her twat, as she gave a small moan of disappointment. Shifting slightly, I place the wide head against her tiny backdoor opening. Helen turned her head to look back at me, her eyes opened wide. "No, Alex! Please, I've never had it back there!" "Quiet, slut!" I shouted, giving her a hard slap on her fleshy ass cheek. She looked as though she were going to speak again, but when I raise my hand over her upturned butt, she bit her lower lip, closed her eyes, and turned her face back to the couch. Having settled who was in charge and just what was going to happen, I again turned my attention to the gorgeous backside before me. When I let go of her ass cheek to spank her, her cheeks had closed together over my prick head in a pleasant squeeze. Digging my fingers into her flesh again, I spread her ass once more. My prick head nestled just at the opening of her brownie, so I simply began to push forward. A low moan came from between my slave's lips as I watched her virgin hole slowly spread before the onslaught of my cock. Wider and wider her flesh spread, until the flared end of my dick popped in. When this happened, a squeal escaped from the slutty mouth that had recently given me pleasure. I renewed my grip on her ass and began to push into her tight rear end. I had thought her pussy was tight! Her ass felt as if it would peel the skin off my cock! But there was no way I was going to stop, not after all the rape I was already guilty of. Shifting my hands to her hips, I shoved hard, sinking at least half my length in her beautiful, sexy bum. Pulling back slightly, I lunged again, this time sinking balls-deep in her wonderful ass. Her muffled shriek was music to my ears. I slowly pulled my prick from her tightest hole, leaving only the head past the puckered ring. Then I shoved it all the way back in, sliding her tits along the couch as she moved forward from the force of my thrust. Holding her tight so she wouldn't slide, I began a forceful fucking of the ass I had had so many wet dreams about. With each plunge of my prick, my balls would slap Helen'spussy and a grunt would emerge from her. My nuts quickly became soaked with her pussy juice as they slapped into the lips of her twat. I slid my hands up her sides, shoving them under her until I felt her titties fill my palms. Squeezing them, I laid my body onto her back, whispering into her ear, "Your ass feels great around my cock, you sexy little slut." Her only reply was a series of grunts and groans as my prick stretched her tiny back door. Pinching her tits and nipples tighter in my hands, I began to shove my cock up her ass as hard as I could. It wasn't long before I was ready to come up her tight ass. As I clamped down on her tits and bit into her shoulder, I heard her begin to cry out, "Yes! Yes! Fuck my ass! Fuck my ass hard!" With one final lunge, I exploded. Helen joined me, her ass spasming and her throat letting out one final "Yeessss!" I lay atop my captive for several minutes, totally spent. My breathing once again matched the depth and pace of Helen'. Our sweat mingled as our bodies relaxed into each other. My cock softened and fell from her stretched ass. I finally came back to myself. I had lived all my fantasies, fucked all of my dream-girl's holes, but it had been rape. I was in serious trouble. There was no way I could get out of it. Lifting myself up, I reached down and untied Helen'shands. Pulling her into a sitting position and brushing her long hair out of her eyes, I said "I'm sorry. I know you won't believe it, but I am. I'll wait here while you call the cops." Helen looked me in the eyes and stood. To my surprise, she pulled her leotard over her head instead of covering herself. She then reached down and stripped her garter belt and stockings off. Looking me in the eyes again, she said "Wait here. If you leave before I get back, I will call the police." I stood there, stunned and confused. She left the room and I could hear water running in the bath room. After a few moments, she returned, carrying a bottle and a wash rag. I could see she had cleaned herself between her legs. Even after all that had happened, I couldn't help but stare at her tits. They were red and raw from my abuse, but I still thought they were sexy. Helen knelt before me. Taking the wash cloth, she began to clean my prick. But the biggest shock came when, after finishing the washing, she lifted my cock to her lips and began to lick and kiss it. "Helen..." "Shhhh." she said, looking up at me. Then bent her head back to my groin. Despite the three oragasms I'd had that evening, my body began to respond. As my rod once more grew hard, she sucked it into her mouth and began a slow bobbing. I couldn't believe it! The young woman I had brutally raped all evening was giving me another blow job. She took my prick to the back of her throat and, pausing for a breath, shoved her face all the way to my balls. The same balls her hands were gently caressing. I had a nervous flash of her biting and squeezing my dick into oblivion, but her oral attentions were nothing but gentle. My hands reached out, but I paused. I had grabbed her head and fucked her face, I didn't want to bring back that memory. So I settled for running my fingers through her beautiful raven hair. Pulling her face from my cock, the sexy lady before me reached for the bottle. It turned out to be baby oil, which she proceeded to pour on and spread over her chest and my prick. Looking up into my face, she saw the confusion there. "I want you to feel all the pleasures of my body," she said. With that she raised herself up and pulled me to her chest. Pushing her tits together and curling her fingers around my prick, she produced a warm tight channel and began to move her body up and down. Once again, I was stunned. After all the abuse I had heaped upon her body, Helen was giving me a tit-fuck. Although her titties were too small to wrap around my shaft, she still managed to push them against the sides and hold it there with her fingers, giving me pleasure. And the smallness of her tits only pointed out to me that it would be uncomfortable to push together like that. More so with the bites and bruises left by my teeth and fingers. Helen added to the pleasure, kissing my belly and dipping her head down to lick the crown of my prick. The combination of her lips, tongue, fingers and tits soon became too much. I hissed "I'm coming!" and felt my nuts let go for the fourth time that evening. She pulled back a little and let my jizz shoot onto her chest, jacking my cock and rubbing the head on her tits to spread every drop on her skin. Letting go of me and rising to her feet she looked at me with a smile. "How do I look with your come on me?" she asked impishly. "You look beautiful. Beautiful and sexy." It was the truth, the white beads of come slowly slipping down her tits. And she looked even sexier when she reached down with a finger, scooped up my come and brought it to her lips. "Mmmm. Delicious." Taking my hand, she said "Follow me." and led me to the bath room. As I watched, she dampened the wash cloth again and cleaned her chest. Taking her tooth brush, she also did her teeth. Turning to me, she looked me in the eye and asked "Will you kiss me?" My love for her left me no choice. I pulled her naked body to mine and planted my lips on hers. Once more our tounges danced as her hands folded behind my neck and head. When the kiss broke, she had tears in her eyes. "I love you, Alex." "I love you too, Helen. But how can you feel this way? I just raped you, I force myself down your throat, I..." "Hush." She put her fingers to my lips and went on, "I was so cruel to you, so teasing. I deserved a lot of what you did. And you certainly deserved a chance at my body. "But it was good, too. That spanking turned me on. I've never deep-throated a cock, until you forced me. I never had a cock up my ass. But you shoved yours up there, and it felt fantastic. I came again and again while you were doing those things to me." She laid her head against my chest. "My tits are a little sore, but they tingle so nice..." "Helen, I wanted our first time to be special. I wanted to make love to you." She looked up. "You can. Tomorrow night. And the night after that you can rape me again. Anything you want. Anyway you want. I'm your slave, now. Your little fuck-slut. I want you to do it all to me, to get all the pleasure you want from my body." She lowered her head. "That is, if you still want me." To respond, I lifted her face to mine and kissed her as gently as possible. Taking my hand once more, Helen led me downstairs to her bedroom. Pulling the covers aside, she lay down on her bed. Opening her arms she called to me: "It's a small bed. Lay down on top of me. I want you to use me as your pillow." I lay myself down on her body, taking one last deep kiss. I then slid down and laid my head on her small but delightful breasts. She pulled the sheet up, wrapped her legs around me and put her hands on my head. "I love you," she whispered. "I love you." And with that, I fell gently to sleep in the embrace of my one true love. The End