It was Wednesday. Janet stopped in to see the filthy old man again today. She couldn't keep herself from going. The thought of all the orgasms he gave her - the dirty things he made her do - had completely sapped her will.
Until two months ago, she had been a typical high school senior, curious about sex, but never deriving much excitement from the fumbling advances of the boys in her class. Occasionally, in the solitude of her own bed at night, she would touch herself, running her hands over her body until eventually they found their way down to her womanhood. She found the feelings vaguely pleasurable, even though it was always accompanied with guilty thoughts of committing what grownups had told her was a sin. Her fleeting fantasies at these times revolved around scenes she'd watched in romantic movies.
Now, night after night she would lie in bed, her fingers frantically rubbing her clitoris, torturing her nipples, exploring her vagina while her mind conjured up filthy thoughts and memories about the old pervert who had taken her virginity and in return had given her countless orgasms. How he'd used her humiliation and shame and embarrassment as an aphrodisiac, and taken her to heights of pleasure she hadn't known were possible. The last few weeks, she'd been receptive as he introduced her to a little pain during their sessions, pinching her nipples while he'd fucked her. To her amazement, this only made her come longer and harder than she'd previously experienced. Lately she was finding it hard to come without inducing little discomfort or pain in her nightly ritual. She was beginning to seek it out, to ensure more and better orgasms. Now while she pinched her fingernails into her tender clit, she whispered the increasingly filthy words he'd made her repeat during their weekly rape sessions.
"I'm just three fuckholes. Filthy little slut. Nasty cocksucking whore.
It was just one of the many changes he had brought about that had so completely altered her life. So many changes. So short a time. 8 weeks. 8 Wednesdays.
Since the old man had had his way with her, she had committed unspeakably depraved acts at the pervert's command - unspeakable to her friends, her family.-. her deepest secret. No urging was necessary. He just told her what he wanted her to do and she did it. He had initially used the threat of force, to bend her to his will, but that was no longer required.
As she mounted the steps to the porch, she thought back to the fateful day that had turned her world upside down. It had been a Wednesday too, only two months ago. The first Wednesday.
TWO MONTHS AGO:
A warm early spring day, she'd decided to take a walk after the school bus dropped her off near her house. She'd ambled without giving much thought to where she was headed. She pictured herself sitting on the bank of the river peacefully watching it flow while she reflected on her eighteenth birthday party the previous week, her day at school and her upcoming graduation. As she walked, the streets became less familiar to her even though she was less than half a mile from home. The area was a mixture of residential and commercial buildings. A warehouse, apparently empty, then a house, some woods and another building that might have been a factory at one time- she wasn't paying much attention. Just after passing a short stretch of woods, she came upon a small house. It was old but well-kept. An elderly man was sitting on the porch looking at her. She waved as she approached and the man waved back and smiled. He beckoned her over and she approached the porch. As she stood in his yard about eight feet from him, he asked her typical grown-up questions about herself; her age, what year of school she was in, what church she attended, her college plans. He seemed nice — harmless. When he asked her if she could give him some assistance moving a piece of furniture in his living room she readily agreed. She remembered all the warnings she'd been given since childhood about strangers, but the man seemed almost frail, so she had few misgivings about him. She'd said she'd be happy to oblige, even though she was a bit wary of going into his house. He'd thanked her profusely and said that, he lived alone in the house since his wife had passed away.
She went up the porch steps to the front door and he held it open for her. The instant she entered the hallway, he'd put one arm around her neck from behind and slipped the other inside her skirt seeking her pussy. She fought him intensely, and found out he was far from frail. She continued to struggle, even after his finger found her clitoris and began rubbing circles around it. Electric jolts had begun to course through her and she'd found it increasingly difficult to resist the warm sensations that she was feeling. Thirty seconds later her struggling stopped and her pelvis was pressing down on the old pervert's fingers. In less than a minute she had her first orgasm at the hands of another person, and it was intense - far more intense than any she'd given herself. He released his choke hold and began removing her clothes while he continued manipulating her pussy. It felt incredible - so much better than her own clumsy, guilty fumblings at night in her bed. She stood in his hallway saying, "No, no, no." as the old pervert undressed her, but as each piece of clothing fell to the floor, she felt a rush of warmth deep within her core. She didn't understand why she wasn't resisting him more. She was deeply ashamed and, oddly, her shame was an aphrodisiac. She came again on the wrinkled fingers that knew just where to touch her.
"Look at you! Coming on my fingers and you don't even know my name. I knew when I laid eyes on you that you were a slut."
'On no! Could that be true? Am I a slut? I must be. Look at what I'm letting him do.'
Within 10 minutes and after several orgasms on the pensioner's fingers, she was naked, on her knees about to give the first blow job of her life. The minute the old guy had pulled out his sizeable cock and placed her hand on it, she knew that she would soon find herself in exactly this position - on her knees with a cock staring at her mouth.
She had given a few clumsy hand jobs when boys at school had pressed her. She had even licked the head of a cock once while she stroked it to climax. This was different
Janet flushed with embarrassment, the thought was disgusting and alluring to her - the sheer dirtiness of being naked and kneeling in front of a total stranger, about to take his penis in her mouth induced a mini orgasm.
Instinctively, her hand moved to her pussy to see if she could extract some extra sensation from it.
'I hope he's getting a thrill out of this. OMIGOD, I kinda want him to! I'm not sure how or why, but I want to excite this geezer. What's wrong with me?'
As she was thinking these thoughts, she raised her gaze to look into the man's eyes. She simultaneously began vigorously rubbing her still virgin pussy, and leaned forward to begin planting kisses on the mean looking old cock. She alternated the kisses with licks up and down the considerable length, moistening it with the extra saliva her mouth seemed to be producing. She felt the cock lurch and grow even larger.
'
Why am I making so much spit?'
she wondered. Then the phrase "drooling for cock" slipped into her mind. She had heard a classmate use the phrase, and was both shocked and puzzled by it.
'Am I drooling for cock? Is that what it means?'
This line of thinking was certainly having an effect. Janet felt herself drooling at both ends. She came on her fingers while making love to the old guy's dick with her lips and tongue and staring up into his eyes.
From somewhere she summoned up an attitude that was both innocent and sexy and said, "I want to blow you, but I've never done it before, with anyone." Could you help me?"
"Sure sweetie. I'll give you a hand." He roughly grabbed her by the ears and placed her mouth at the tip of his long cock.
"Open!"
. . . and there she was. The dick looked enormous as she stared down its length.
'Are penises supposed to be this big'? I don't think that'll get past my lips'
, she thought, as she opened her mouth wide. She was making so much drool, some slipped from her mouth onto her chin where it dripped onto her sizeable tits.
She felt the cockhead stretch her lips. She had another mini-orgasm. Once again she began rubbing her pussy.
She felt her lips accommodating the huge intruder, and the head slipped into her mouth.
'Omigod I'm actually doing it! I've got a cock in my mouth! I'm blowing some old perv!'
