Her fingers quite moving and her eyes licked up my body to meet my gaze. "You better come inside, even if you can't stay."
I am not genius but even I could hear the disappointment in her voice. But it was shallow, like an oil spill over a deep reserve of eager anticipation. When the door was closed and I was inside her house, she confirmed it.
"I, oh gawd, Sonny, I have done something horrible!" Her face betrayed her. Though her voice cracked, the ragged words held anguish and angst but her eyes were alight with excitement. She was not a poker player but I was not sure what the bet was either.
I took her by the arm and steered her into the kitchen and sat her down at the table. I found a bottle of scotch and poured us each one and sat down. Mrs. Rossini stared at the glass for a moment but then picked it up and drained it. She tapped the lip of the tumbler again and I poured her just a little but she did not touch it again.
"What did you do?" I asked softly.
Natasha's big, dark eyes found me and the excitement shimmered. "Oh Sonny, I fucked my son last night."
"Oh." I managed to not smile or smirk or anything but I cannot pretend I had any sort of poker face. "You wanted to him to fuck you, right?"
Mrs. Rossini picked up the glass and knocked it back again. She hugged herself while I unstopped the scotch bottle and poured for her again. She stared at the glass for a moment before speaking.
"You have to promise, you must promise not to tell anyone. You have to promise! Promise me!" Her voice had the anguish in it but her eyes were still shining with focus and excitement. The incongruity confused me.
"Okay, I promise. So what is the matter?"
"I think my son is stupid! Or maybe he is a rapist!" She said, her voice approaching a weeping tone.
I began to think that the shining in her eyes was not excitement but tears pending but incomplete. I got a bad feeling. "What are you talking about?" I asked carefully. She reached across the table and took my hand in hers.
"Let me tell you the whole story. I was getting ready for bed last night." She began.
Something snapped in me and my heart went cold. Suddenly I feared that what had been so obvious to me had not been quite so clear to anyone else. Mrs. Rossini continued.
"I had just finished my shower and was going to watch TV in bed before going to sleep. I walked into the closet and the light did not come on when I pulled the chord. Then someone grabbed me, he put a hand over my mouth and then he tied me up. I was so scared, so horrified at what was happening. I was nude and I could feel the man's hard cock."
She stopped and her eyes found me and for a long moment she stared right into my eyes and in that instant, I think I felt her horror, her fear but when my eyes cleared, all I could see was her eyes shining with excited confusion. I did not know what to say.
"And Sonny, you know what? Do you know what I felt at that moment? When he pulled my arms behind me, sitting on my legs? Aroused!" She said it with such anguish, such shame, I felt sorry for her but I had no idea what to say or do. I waited. She continued.
"My body began to tingle and I was shivering I think while my mind screamed 'no'. My body wanted him to do what he was doing. He tied my arms behind me and then he made me get to my knees by the bed and I sucked his cock. My gawd, I cannot tell you how excited I got! I was aching to be fucked. I think I even offered to fuck him if he did not hurt me. I was so excited and scared and excited and . . . well, ashamed. I have had fantasies of a man raping me and here it was, happening to me and all I could think about was the cock I felt in my mouth and wished he would hurry and put it into me. Not my mouth, my pussy. And when he did, my gawd I think I must have come a dozen times in a single moment. I kept coming and coming as he fucked me." Mrs. Rossini stopped, her shining eyes were running tears.
She was not finished.
"He came in my mouth and all I could think about was watching Annie and I resolved in that moment that I would make you make me airtight. I would fuck my son and all his friends just to have this high again. I was tied and all I had to do was please this man. Did I mention he blindfolded me? I could not see anything. I talked him out of gagging me by promising to be quiet and to suck his cock. I promised! Can you imagine? I was so crazy frightened but the only thing I could do was promise to suck his cock because I did not want to be gagged. I could not stand the idea of being gagged while he fucked me. I wanted it. I wanted him between my legs but you cannot guess what he did before he fucked me. Yes, I was raped and I loved it! I felt him slide his cock into my body and all I could think about was how much I wanted it, how much I wanted him to fuck me hard and fast and fill me up with his vile pleasure." Natasha was panting now. The tears tracking down her cheeks glistened.
I had become unbelievably hard. Had I been able to move I likely would have fucked her but hearing her tell the story, hearing her account of what I had done to her, just WOW! I sat still, afraid that if I moved I would scare her away, like I was watching a hummingbird dining.
"He ate me, Sonny! Before he fucked me. He tied me to the bed, across it so my legs were open and my hands were stretched back over my head. I could not move and the first time his tongue touched me . . . oh my stars, I did not want to move. I held still, afraid he would just enter me but he didn't. I had dreamed of being raped with a man's tongue but always figured it was stupid because . . . well, who would do that? He sucked me and licked me and rammed his tongue deep into me and I loved it. When he quit I felt both disappointment and anticipation because I felt he had to fuck me. No man would rape a woman like this and leave her without putting his cock into her. Men can't be lesbians, right? No, that's crazy! I found I was more scared he would leave than that he would hurt me. Somehow I felt he was not dangerous, not really because all he wanted was to fuck me, to take me on my own bed and make me pleasure him and I wanted that. Gawd, I wanted to tell him I loved him and he could fuck me any time he liked but instead, instead I did something terrible, something awful. Do you know what it was?"
Of course I knew but I waited. Astonishment and her unfettered eroticism bound me.
"I wanted to tell him I wanted him, that whatever he did, whatever he wanted to do, I wanted it too. I wanted him to know so you know what I said? I asked him his name but when he said nothing, duh! I told him I had a son and I would use his name. I called him 'Brent' the whole time he was raping me." Sasha fairly wailed this last part. "And you know what? In my mind, I called to Brent over and over again imagining he was fucking me, entering my body with his huge cock! It made me come harder and more often than ever before." She sobered. "Honey, it is was different with you. I could never have imagined being taken in my kitchen like that so when you touched me and kissed me, I was helpless and could not fight you. I let you fuck me and I loved it. I still dream of that . . ." She hesitated, her face working. She swallowed hard and continued. "Then later, when you did Annie, when I watched what you all did with her, I was so aroused I could not stop myself from giving up to what you wanted. But this time, last night, I wanted it. I pled for it. He ate me to many orgasms before he finally tied me to the bed on my knees.
"My gawd, thinking about it makes me . . . makes me want it all over again! He put me on my knees and just waited. I started begging, pleading with him to put is cock into me, to fuck me! I was a slut, a whore or something; I was a woman primed and ready to be mounted and when he did, I think I must have blacked out! I came so hard for so long I just got lost, like I was sex drunk or something! High and unable to think or talk or anything. I lost track of time. But I remember hearing Brent arrive and then the guy was under me, and I fucked him . . . while my own son watched me!"
Natasha then shifted onto one cheek and she ran a hand over her lifted ass. "Oh, I remember too, he beat me with his belt. My ass, he spanked me so hard and so long I thought, I thought I would die! I remember it clearly. He released my legs but all I wanted was for him to fuck me, to put his cock into me again and he did. Then he put me onto my back and pounded his cock into me and I came and came with my ass flaring hot each time it hit the bed. I remember, I remember his hands on my ass and the stinging fire that flooded my body with singing sensation so that I felt every ridge and vein of his cock in my pussy. I was crazed and a mania oozed out of me and all I wanted was to be fucked, over and over again!" She shook her head. "I cannot understand it. Seeing Annie, seeing her take all of you one after the other like that, I wanted it and I told you I did but I don't think I ever really admitted it to myself how much I wanted it! How much I needed to have an ultimate sexual experience like that. Just once, at least once anyway!"
Natasha was babbling but coherent, rambling but focused. I just could not discern the object of her focus just yet.
