Soon, their tongues began a hide and seek game. As she darted back into her own mouth, his tongue came looking. She stroked along one side, then dithered over his until they were engaged in a mock-fucking, their tongues doing what she wanted their baffles to duplicate.
He left her mouth and started working back along the line of her jaw. She sighed, a long shudder passing through her. It felt good having his mouth on her face, kissing her eyelids, her nose, her forehead. He was so gentle, especially after the other man's crude ways.
But hadn't she gotten off on those crude, rough strokes, the brutal way she had been used? She hadn't been able to confess this to the police. They would have told her she'd provoked the man, whoever he was.
There was no denying it, though, that she had felt something more than she ever had with Carl's gentle lovemaking.
Her mind spun off in wild directions as she tried to cope with this. It wasn't possible for her – not right now.
Just enjoy, she told herself. Just, let him do whatever he wants. You'll feel better, it'll help erase any guilt feelings you've got about the rape. And the philosophy seemed to be working. Letting him kiss and lick all over her face was quieting her nerves while stimulating her. She felt calmer and aroused.
It was an odd combination, but one she liked.
"Keep going, dear. I want you so!"
"Ummm, you're a tasty wench!" he said. His tongue speared out and began digging into the hollow under her ear. "I think I like this. Want me to keep doing it?"
"Yes, oh, yes!"
And he did. The way his rough tongue moved up and down her neck gave her a chance to sort out the odd sensations in her body. It was arousal she was feeling. No guilt, just simple passion. It was a good feeling, one she'd experienced so many times before.
"Uungh, oh, that's heaven, pure heaven!" she sighed as his tongue began wiggling into her ear.
She could feel his hot breath caressing already delicate flesh. The tongue was a magic wand working all over her ear. When he started nibbling on her earlobe, she thought she was going to cum. The sensations mounting inside her were incredible. Perhaps some unreleased demon of passion lingered from the rape.
Maybe he was only bringing out her natural instincts.
She was afraid she'd really gotten turned on by the rape and needed sex, more sex, lots of it. She wanted cock.
While he was stroking and gnawing on her ear, agile fingers began exploring his body. She found his chest. It was virtually hairless, something she didn't much like, but which she could do nothing about. There was some primitive animal-thing about dragging her fingers through a man's thick dust hair. Since he had none she couldn't really get a "feel" about him. He was a modem man, a man of the city. She had the growing fear she needed someone more like a caveman to really use her.
She sighed again, then worked down his smooth chest. She normally played with his nipples, but not tonight. It seemed more important to her to get lower, find his cock, free it.
Finding his belt wasn't hard. She unfastened the buckle and soon had him wiggling out of his pants. His jockey shorts betrayed his arousal. She pressed close and felt the long, hard cylinder of his prick. He was ready to fuck.
So was she.
Freeing herself from his overeager kisses, she worked down to his chest. Her tongue played over each of his nipples briefly. He never got too hot when she did this. It was merely a way of teasing him, letting him know where she was really heading.
She left a trail of saliva behind. She nipped lightly at his belly. Still a little too fleshy for her, not fat, but not as trim as it could have been.
She found the cock she had been working toward. As if she had radar, she honed in on the very tip of his prick. Her tongue hesitantly reached out, then pushed boldly forth. He groaned as her tongue and his prick began to duel.
Swirling her tongue around the very end gave him a thrill of joy she knew would really get him hot. Her tongue worked lower along the length of his cock. She carefully nipped and kissed and licked. The skin was still hanging in loose folds in some places. He wasn't completely erect yet.
She'd take care of that in short order.
Her tongue whirled like a hurricane into the tangled mat of his pubic bush. The strands of hair became wet and snarled as her tongue pulled up little spires. Then she dived lower and began running her tongue over the man's dangling sac.
Inside, she could feel the balls lurching and tumbling. It was like listening to a pressure cooker coming to the point where the safety valve let off a little steam. But she knew his balls contained a much tastier load than just steam. She loved sucking him off. The taste of his jism was better than any gourmet food.
But it was still too early for her to give him the complete blow-job yet. Her own needs hadn't been taken care of yet. The hollow feeling between her legs demanded attention.
Swinging around 180 degrees, she spread her leg a little so they rested on each side of his head. Her mouth never left his cock. She sucked hard on the sides of his shaft, then lightly prodded his balls to make sure they were collapsing into the proper hard sphere of pure lust.
They were.
"Hey, let me get that robe out of my way!" she heard him call. She didn't stop her eager mouthing of his cock. Let him figure out the way up her robe. She wasn't wearing anything underneath. Her nightgown had been ripped to tatters by the rapist. She'd just put on a robe for the cops.
A wet tongue came questing up the inside of her leg. She shivered in reaction. It was heading directly for her cunt. That was where she needed his oral love. That was the purpose of all this. She needed reassurance that she wasn't a freak to be raped. She was a woman, a woman to be loved like a woman should be.
She rolled over onto her side and curled up a little to allow him better access to her twat. She was rewarded with his tongue slithering along her sex slit. She was all juicy and ready for him. And he was slurping up her inner oils as though he were dying of thirst.
He couldn't seem to get enough of her.
The tingles beginning in her cunt told her she was going to get a first-class tongue lashing from him. But she couldn't neglect his prick. She had to keep going. Her mouth completely engulfed the end of his cock. The thick hood spread slightly as she sucked it in.
As her tongue worked around it, she knew he was steel-hard now. There weren't any more loose sections of skin on his cock for her to tease. All had been filled out by his erection.
She sucked harder. She could feel his heart beating by pressing her tongue against his prick. The underside was more sensitive than any other part. This she gave special attention to. It was her way of thanking him for the glorious feeling he was giving her.
His tongue had stabbed far up her cunt. The tingly feelings had changed. She jerked back and forth around the impaling spike of his tongue like he'd jammed an electric cattle prod up her quim. It was hard to believe such a simple act could give her so much pleasure.
It could and did.
She wanted more.
By sucking and fondling his nuts, she was able to communicate her needs to him without speaking. He responded by pulling his tongue out of her cunt. Then he slowly ran his tongue along the inside of her labia. The pink, scalloped inner sex lips were more sensitive, he gave these special attention.
And sent lightning bolts of carnal pleasure blasting into her brain.
The girl's entire cunt was ablaze now. She felt as if fire ants were crawling around her twat, nipping here, biting there. And when his tongue surged up into her, it was a feeling multiplied a million times. How one little hunk of meat could do so much to her was something she wasn't able to understand.