It was nicer inside than it looked from the outside. The floor was carpeted, and there was a big fireplace at the far side of the room. The small fire whose smoke had drawn her here was still burning, and there were blankets on the floor in front of the fireplace. Apparently he’d been sleeping there. The stuffed head of a bighorn sheep dominated one wall, and there were table, chairs a sofa, all of early American design.
“This is a hunting lodge,” he said. "I think it belongs to a guy from Omaha. He probably comes up every fall to slaughter wildlife. Anyway, I broke in and I’ve been hiding out until it felt safe to do some more traveling. At least, I was hiding out before you came along. Now-” He shrugged helplessly.
Debbie looked at him carefully. He was rather young, she noticed. Maybe in his late twenties or early thirties. He didn’t look like the criminal type. Still, he was an escaped convict and he had threatened her with a gun and then raped her on the floors She wondered how much of it she could honestly hold a grudge over. “Why were you in jail?” she asked courageously.
“I killed a ‘guy. Hey! Don’t pass out on me! It was one of those once-in-a lifetime things. A crime of passion. I don’t make a habit of killing people.”
“You were pretty loose with that gun,” Debbie replied. She was amazed at how easy it was to talk to the man. She’d always been tense and nervous around people, shy and retiring, but not now. All the words were coming to her, just the way they should. Faye Dunaway couldn’t carry on a conversation with Robert Redford a bit more effortlessly than Debbie Marshall was now chatting with the man who had raped her. She was’ even smiling, showing off the nice teeth Daddy had paid so much to have straightened. At” least her teeth looked good. The rest of her was awful-oh, my God!! She was sitting on the floor beside him wearing nothing but her brassiere!
Debbie reached for her panties, intending at least to drape them over her lap and its exposed parts, but she realized just in lime that it was essentially hypocritical. He’d already seen every-thing, hadn’t he? In fact, he’d done a good deal more than just look at her vagina. Too late to change any of that now. Besides, she didn’t feel awkward or embarrassed. Not now. Not with the memory of what he’d done to her.
“The gun?” he said, twirling it on his finger. Suddenly he squeezed the trigger. Debbie shrieked and hugged herself in panic, but there was, only a clack sound. “I found this in the bedroom,” the man grinned. “It must belong to. whoever owns this place. It’s not loaded. I told you, kid-I saw you, and all of a sudden I had to rip off a slice. The gun was just to scare you a little. Jesus, I wish I could kick myself in the ass for what I did to you.” He frowned and shook his head. “I never raped anybody before.”
He’d pulled his shorts back into place, Debbie noticed, and the mighty prong that had been rampant inside them a little while ago was magically vanished.
When he moved, the cotton fitted for a moment round a much smaller stub, showing off its little outline. How could his tool have become so tiny in so short a time? Debbie found it impossible to raise ‘her eyes from the man’s crotch. ‘She stared at him with occasional glances at her own lap, and she felt again the quickening of breath, the mighty onrush of sensation that, had presage4 ‘her explosive orgasm, and she knew that her face was turning scarlet, but it didn’t matter. She lifted her hands looked at the trembling fingers, then planted them on his knee and slid her ass across the floor, toward him where he sat. Her knee touched his, and then she lifted her eyes, to find that he was regarding her with a frank, curious gaze. There really was something hypnotic about his eyes, she told herself. It’s like I’m under a spell of some kind. I’m, not responsible for a goddamned thing I’m doing.
“I forgive you,” she whispered, and she went up onto her knees, put her hands on his shoulders. She had never believed that such boldness was possible for her, for cruddy Debbie Marshall, but she was learning a lot. She~ moved her face toward his, closing her eyes just as their mouths met, and she kissed him the way he’d kissed her while he was fucking. His mouth opened and she thrust her tongue into it, and he began to suckle. Debbie’s mouth was full of saliva in a twinkling, and it seemed that something else was salivating, too. She clenched her thighs and felt a trickle of drool flow from her pussy, matting the sparse growth of red hair around her slice.
He put his arms around her, and it was like all her dreams coming true in one blinding moment. Her mouth hot and wet on another mouth, another body close to hers, sharing warmth back and forth. His hands slid up and down her back, onto the swell of her bare ass, and when he touched her crack, slipped a couple of fingers into it and started tickling her cunt from behind, she moaned into his open mouth and threw herself upon him.
He fell back, taking her with him, and Debbie wrapped her thighs around him.
She was split widely and her cunt rubbed with eager friskiness at the front of his shorts. Rubbed, until there was a pulsing and a frantic throb of life within his underwear and his cock was no longer a little limp stub. He grew, and she rode his growth until she felt his belly twitch and his hands become hot and desperate on her ass and pussy. One of his fingers pressed the whole length of her slice and he couldn’t mistake the eager wetness seeping from her.
Squish-squish, went his finger, puddling in her liquid snatch, and then he stabbed himself into her, plunging wickedly, erotically.
She’d used a finger on herself more times than she could remember, but until today her hymen had always prevented deep penetration. Well, there was no cherry- to block his finger, and he thrust’ all the way, until the big knuckles of his. hand struggled impotently, unavailingly, with the splayed lips of her twat. His finger wiggled and crooked inside her~ Debbie rocked from side to side atop him, sucking at him with the muscles of her cooze, and she was leaking like a sieve,’ her pussy a hotbed of swampy arousal. She raised her mouth from his, reluctantly breaking off the kiss, and she said, “You can rape me again if you feel like it.”
“Is it really rape this time?” he panted, and she didn’t answer. Not verbally, at least. Her pussy drenched on his finger and she rubbed his bulging cock with her soft smooth tummy, and that was answer enough for any question.
When he slid down his shorts and let his cock swing free, Debbie wondered if this was a fantastic dream from which she’d awaken in frustration at any moment. Maybe she’d passed out when she fell out of the van. Maybe everything that had taken place since that moment w~ a split-second unconscious mind’s fantasy. She’d open her eyes in a second or two and Holly and Lisa would be standing beside her asking if she’d hurt herself when she fell and… Oh, God, no!!! she told herself. God, noooooo!!! Let this be’ true! Please, let it be true!! “I think you’re good and ready,” she heard him say, and his finger moved in her cooze again, and she knew that it was real, that all this was happening-to her, to Debbie. “Lift, okay?”
She lifted her bottom, and his finger slipped out of her cunt. Debbie was so excited her teeth were chattering. “Higher,” he said, and she raised her ass even more. Something touched her pussy, something big and hot and hard, and she looked into the gap between them to see what it might be.
“Oh, God,” she said with a gasp. He was tickling her cunt with the end of his pecker, sloshing about in the leaky juices that coated her lips and beaver, and each time he stroked her it was like… it was almost like the battery-powered caress Holly had given her with the vibrator a few hours ago, she realized with a shudder of distaste. But no! This tool throbbed and pulsated, just like that vibrator, but it wasn’t cold plastic-it was red-hot flesh, touching her own red-hot flesh, and she wanted it, more than she’d ever wanted anything in her sixteen years. “Yes,” she moaned, “do it! Put it in me! Oh, Jesus, fuck me again!”