Chapter 2

“Kevin, please let me up. We shouldn’t be doing this, it isn’t right,” I said. But the words coming from my mouth didn’t even convince me of their sincerity.

It didn’t matter whether my words were sincere or not, however – Kevin was single-minded in his goal and how he was going to reach it. Even as I was protesting, his hand was working its way under the cup of my bikini top and cupping my left breast. He held my breast and caressed it tenderly, almost lovingly. I unwittingly closed my eyes as his touch felt so warm and gentle. He used a finger to toy with my nipple, getting it hard as he rubbed it and very lightly flicked it. I moaned softly to myself as the feelings washed over me.

Suddenly my eyes flew open as he pinched the nipple hard. I felt a lightning bolt of electricity shoot from the nipple straight to my pussy. He gave my nipple another hard squeeze and my back arched, straining upwards. My groan this time was audible and my pussy got wetter still.

I struggled to free my wrists from his strong grip but it was futile. He was just too strong. I had to tell myself he was too strong and that I couldn’t fight him off. His hand moved from my breast up behind my neck, pulling me up to his face. He kissed me again and in a move so subtle I didn’t even feel it happening, he untied the haltertop behind my neck. As his hand moved down my body, he took my top down with it.

Once again I was topless before him, but this time we were in my bedroom, laying on my bed, and no one could hear us. His kisses made my head swim – the little shit was a helluva kisser! Then his kisses moved from my mouth to my neck and I melted. Neck kisses have always been my downfall and an expressway to my pussy! Any man that gave me neck kisses could own me and now Kevin had discovered my weakness!

“Kevin...” I moaned inadvertently. My head moved to the side, giving him more access to my neck. Now I can see why the women in the vampire movies offer themselves to the bloodsuckers – I would have given every drop of my own blood just to have him kiss me there more!

He kissed his way slowly down my neck to my collarbone. He followed it to the center notch then went down my breastbone until her reached the valley between my naked breasts. He raised his head and looked at me. “Right or left?” he asked playfully.

“Ohhh...” I whimpered softly. He was teasing me, toying with me. He knew he was in charge and wanted me to know it too!

“I guess I’ll choose then. Hmm, they both look delicious, but I think I’ll start with the left one!” and his hot mouth closed over my left nipple.

“Oh God Kevin!” I moaned aloud now. My nipples were sensitive and loved to be licked and sucked. This guy was hitting all the marks! My back arched again as I thrust my breasts upward towards that volcano of a mouth.

My head was fogged over by now and I had all but given up rational thought. I tried to clear it, tried to keep hold on reality but it was becoming increasingly difficult. I wasn’t even aware that Kevin had moved from straddling me to kneeling on my left side as he feasted on my breast and nipple.

It wasn’t until I felt his hand work its way down my stomach towards my shaved pussy that I realized he had gotten off me. I continued to fight to free my wrists. But to no avail. He was just too strong. I felt his hand cross over the small triangle that was the front of my bikini bottoms and then start prying its way between my legs. I clamped my legs together tightly to prevent him from getting to my most intimate area but a well placed knee between my legs forced my thighs apart, opening me up and making me accessible to his probing.

I knew I couldn’t let him touch me there. If he did he would know. He would know that I was wet, that his efforts had been successful and that my pussy wasn’t listening to what my mind was telling it. My mind still held on, although tenuously now, to the idea that this was wrong and that I couldn’t let him do this to me. However, my pussy was considerably more accepting of the probing fingers, even inviting them to come inside.

I squirmed still trying to get away from him. But he was powerful and relentless. He knew what he wanted and he would not be denied. His finger traced a line around my nether lips. He stroked my pussy over my bikini bottoms, just teasing me and heightening my desire.

I fought both against what he was doing and what he was doing to me. But I knew that I was losing. My mind was fighting this intrusion, but my body was betraying me and siding with him, opening to him like a flower to a bee. At times I moved to avoid his touch, at others, when he would hit one of my buttons, I moved towards it. The dampness that was in me started to soak my bikini bottoms creating a growing wet spot in the front of my bottoms that was plain to see. The room began to take on my scent and it became heavier as he continued playing with me.

Suddenly, Kevin stopped what he was doing. He got off me and stood up next to the bed. He watched to see what I would do, whether I would try to make a run for it or just lay there. And even though I knew I should jump up so I would have a better chance of fending him off and ending this before it went any further than just a little making out, my body wasn’t ready for the fun to end. So I lay there, wearing only my bikini bottoms, watching him to see what his next move would be.

After a couple moments he was reassured that I wasn’t going to try to get away and he began undressing. I was transfixed, I can’t explain it and I have no excuse for it, but I couldn’t move, even if I wanted to. And I didn’t really want to. Somehow the idea that this arrogant, brash young man had fantasized about me and now wanted to have sex with me, had captured my imagination and taken away my sense of being an adult and mother. I was now just a woman. A woman with needs and desires that this young stud wanted to fill. Was it wrong? Of course it was. But that didn’t matter. I was consumed with lust and more than a little excited that such a handsome young man would want me.

Kevin dropped his pants and I got my first idea of what I was in for. And I have to tell you he was impressive! Judging from the giant bulge in his boxers, my rapist was very well-endowed!

I haven’t had a lot of men in my life. I dated a bit before I met John and then after we started going together it was just him. When we got divorced I pretty much tossed my date book, I simply wasn’t ready to get back on that horse. So my experience with men isn’t what you would call extensive. John himself was a bit on the small side, only about five inches or so hard. But that didn’t bother me then. He was effective enough to give me Robert and besides I loved him for more than his sexual prowness. He knew other ways to please me as well so I was satisfied sexually.

But now I was faced with what appeared to be a real challenge. Kevin was young, strong, well-built, and well-hung! I licked my lips subconsciously as he hooked his fingers under the waistband of his underwear, eager to see what was causing the tent in them. He saw that my eyes were locked on his bulge and he smiled.

“So I was right, you do want it, don’t you?” he said, snapping me from my hypnosis.

“What? No! No, Kevin, we can’t! This is wrong!” I said. But even I didn’t believe it. He knew my words were only a way to justify what I wanted. If I told him no and he did it anyway, I would be able to look myself in the mirror afterwards, even if I didn’t really mean it.

Kevin smiled again at my protest – that smug kind of smile that makes you realize he sees right through your facade like a freshly cleaned windowpane. Then he dropped his boxers and I gasped in disbelief! The bulge I had seen moments ago was every bit what I had imagined!

Kevin’s cock which only moments ago was not even a consideration was now staring at me, fully erect and hard, and throbbing with eager excitement. I could see the large purplish head and the thick, veiny shaft – all eight delicious, mommy-pleasing inches of it!

“Like what you see?” he asked. But he didn’t wait for an answer ... he didn’t care whether I liked what I saw or not. He had a mission and that was to sink that beast deep into me and fuck me. He started coming at me with his cock bobbing and pointing the way. It was huge and the closer he came the bigger and more intimidating it got!

I tried backing away, both in fear of the monster and because I still had a tattered piece of resistance left in me. But there was no place to go. He was between me and the bedroom door so even if I tried to get away he could easily have caught me. And backing up only crammed me up against the headboard and the wall behind it.

He crawled up the bed from the foot of the bed until he got to my knees. He spread my legs wide apart roughly, putting his own knees between my thighs to keep them apart. He reached up to undo the ties at my hips that kept the bikini bottoms on.

He was about to remove the last vestige of my privacy, the last remaining scrap of dignity. “Kevin, no! We can’t DO this!” I said, trying to use an authoritative tone hoping that a parent attitude would stop him. It didn’t.

He swatted my hands away. “You have a choice. You can keep your hands out of the way or I can tie them out of the way,” he said flatly. I could sense that he was serious and that he was tiring of my protesting. I moved my hands away without any further trouble. This was going to happen; he was determined to have me even if it meant raping me. I knew Kevin pretty well and was pretty sure he wouldn’t hurt me, but I didn’t want to provoke him too much. Some men can be unpredictable when their needs are denied!