Tales from
a Small Town 3
Looking
out of the window again, I can see some of the families returning home from
school and colleges. With my family grown up, I’m stuck in the period
between seeing your daughters leaving and the grandchildren coming. Of
course, with Dave no longer here..,
Turning
round, I decide to take one last turn upstairs before I lock the door for the
last time. All that thinking about Micky, however, took me back to the
day everything exploded – and it was a day that started so quietly as well…
“Thanks for
inviting me along, Terri,” Pearl said as Terri pulled up outside Alex’s
house. “It’s not too often I get out of the house now.”
“So I heard,”
Terri said with a smile. “Still, you need the break – even with Micky
keeping an eye out for you. Has he…”
“Please
Terri,” Pearl said as she put her hand on her friends, “let’s not talk about
him today. I just want to have a chat and a drink with friends.”
“All right –
but you know where I am if it comes to that,” Terri said as she got out.
She was wearing a black dress with white dots, which buttoned up the front and
was open to the top of her chest, taupe hose and a pair of taupe shoes with a
two inch heel. Pearl was wearing a blue blouse over a red roll neck
sweater, blue jeans and short boots.
Walking up
the front path, Terri knocked on the door and waited for a moment. “She
did say she would be home,” Pearl said as she looked at Terri, running her hand
through her greying permed hair.
“Yeah – hang
on,” Terri said as she tried the door, turning it and watching as the door
opened inwards. “Alex? It’s Terri and Pearl – are you in?”
She heard a
voice in the kitchen, and then Alex called out “I’m in the kitchen – why don’t
you come and join me?”
“So long as
you have the coffee brewing, that’s good,” Terri said as she led the way
through, and then stopped as she saw Alex sitting by her kitchen table.
The blonde haired woman was sitting on a kitchen chair, the seat upholstered in
red leather, but her wrists were tied to the back of the chair with white rope,
the cords holding the sleeves of her white blouse tightly in place.
“I’m sorry,
Alex, whoever it was… Oh, hi Mum, Mrs Smith.”
Terri looked
at the sixteen year old boy, dressed in a lumberjack shirt and jeans. His
hair was short and slightly curly, but her stood five foot ten now, and his
smile was genuine.
“Oh dear,”
Pearl said, “if this is a bed time, Alex, we can come back…”
“Nonsense,”
Alex said with a smile, “Micky can play the game with all of us – it will make
a nice change.”
Terri looked
at Pearl, before she said “just a game, right Micky?”
“That’s
right, Mrs Smith,” he said as he pulled out two more chairs, setting one
opposite his mother and the other between them. “Why don’t you both take
a seat and get comfortable?”
Terri sat
down and smiled, crossing
her legs as the dress slipped between them. Micky picked up a length
of white rope, knelt next to Terri on her right side and guided her arm down,
holding it against the back leg of the chair as he tied it tightly to the
wood. He made sure it was wrapped around the joint where the back and leg
met the seat, Terri looking at him as he stood up.
“This is
new,” Terri said as he walked round and tied her other wrist in place, puckering her lips
as she tried to move her arms.
“Not for me,
he’s tied me this way a few times,” Pearl said as her son took her wrists and
tied them to the back of her chair. “It helps me to relax, especially if
Jim is in one of his moods.”
“His moods?”
“Never mind,”
Pearl said as Micky stood up. “Right – I was about to keep Alex quiet,”
he said as he picked up a headscarf and a long blue scarf. “Once I’m
done, I’ll take care of both of you.”
“I’d like
that,” Terri said with a smile as she watched Micky push the folded cloth into
Alex’s mouth, and then wrap the scarf round her head, pulling it tight as he
knotted the ends at the base of her neck. Folding a second cloth, he then
picked up a white scarf and walked over to Terri.
“Open wide,
Mrs Smith.”
Terri smiled
and did as Micky asked, feeling the cloth as it pressed down on her tongue, and
then her tied the white scarf over her mouth, tying the ends under the fringe
of her short hair.
“Comfortable,”
he said as he looked into her eyes, Terri nodding as he said “Fnksssmckee.”
“Just stay
there now,” he said as he gagged Pearl, using a black scarf, and the picked up
more rope. He knelt in front of Alex, the women watching silently as he
bound her legs together at the ankles, and below and above her knees, the hem
of her leather skirt folded back. He then walked over to Terri, who was looking at
him with her ankles crossed in readiness.
“No,” Micky
said quietly as he took her left ankle and held it against the front leg of the
chair, tying it tightly to the wood. He then took a longer length of cord
and tied her thigh to the chair, smiling as Micky looked at her, and the way
her dress parted at the front.
As he pulled
her right leg to the opposite leg of the chair, Terri sighed and said
“thssttht”, feeling the ropes holding her firmly, yet gently in place as Micky
applied more ropes to her right leg, and one more to her left, so they were
held in place at her thigh, below her knee and her ankle. “There,” he
said as he stood up, stroking his hand up the inside of her leg, “Don’t move
now, Mrs Smith.”
Terri nodded
and moved her head back, closing her eyes as she heard Pearl moaning at her
legs being bound. When she looked back, she saw that Micky had tied her
legs at the ankles, knees and thighs, and pulled them back, tying her ankles to
the back of the chair.
“all right
Mum,” Micky said as he went back to the table, “Ready to be alone?”
Pearl nodded
and said “cuultrldees” as Micky folded a second black scarf into a wide
band. Picking up some cotton wool balls, he placed them carefully over
Pearl’s ears and then tied the scarf over her eyes, muffling her hearing as
well as she sat there.
“Good,” Micky
said as he looked at Alex and Terri, “Mum can’t hear or see us now. That
way she would not be embarrassed at what I do – or what you do.”
Alex and
Terri looked at each other, Terri watching
Micky as he stood behind Alex and started to massage her shoulders.
“Mmmssgddd,” Alex moaned as she closed her eyes, and Micky started to run his
hands - his large hands, Terri realised – over her chest and breasts.
As Terri
watched, Micky took more rope and tied it round Alex’s chest, above and below
her breasts and holding her against the chair back. Terri looked at him,
her eyes wide and questioning as she said “Mmtt?”
“You too, Mrs
Smith,” Micky said with a smile as he pulled the chest ropes tight on Alex, and
then walked over, smiling as he started to massage Terri’s shoulders, and then
her chest, Terri groaning at his firm, gentle touch.
“Mmssmsrlllgd,”
she said quietly as Micky took the lengths of rope and tied them to hold her
chest to the chair back, the ropes rubbing above and below her breasts as she
tried to suppress a moan. Even with Pearl gagged, blindfolded and
deafened, she did not believe she would hear nothing.
Micky walked
back to Alex and started to massage her chest again, the woman moving under her
ropes a he slowly opened her blouse and pulled it to the side, revealing her
white bra as Micky started to kiss her neck, his hands caressing her
breasts. Even from her vantage point, Terri could see how excited Alex
was getting, especially when Micky eased the bra cups down and started to kiss
her firm, large breasts.
Terri
listened to the moans of pleasure, feeling the warmth between her own legs as
she watched the tall, handsome young man bringing her friend to a high state of
arousal. She twisted as much as she could as Micky pushed Alex’s skirt
up, and started to stroke between her legs, smiling as she put her head back
and let out a long, deep moan of pleasure as his kisses and stroking brought
her to a climax of pleasure.
As Micky
stood up, he said “Forgive me, Alex, but it is only fair I see to Mrs Smith as
well.” Alex looked up and slowly nodded, Terri watching as Micky walked
over to her, smiling as he said “You look flushed Mrs Smith – would you like to
cool down?”
“Whtbtlx?”
“Oh Alex
doesn’t mind, do you?” Alex shook her head, watching as Micky slowly
started to unbutton the front of Terri’s dress. As her bra was slowly
exposed, Terri felt each tender kiss from Micky’s lips, on her neck as the cool
air from the kitchen circulated round her. She could feel her nipples
pressing against the fabric of her bra already, and the warmth between her
legs, even before Micky knelt in front of her and started to press gently into
her chest with his arms.
“Mmmmsggdddd,”
she moaned as she tried to push back, but the ropes were too tight, holding her
firmly in place as he then pulled her top back and down her arms, revealing her hose
and the bra covering her chest, the nipples pressing against the
silk. Micky smiled as he started the massage again, increasing the
strength of his fingers as Terri moaned out “mmmmmmmmm…
mmmsgdddddddddd…… hmckkeeursgddths…”
“Thank you,
Mrs Smith,” Micky whispered as he looked at Alex, her eyes smiling, and then at
his mother who was sitting perfectly still, not moving, lost in her own world.
Terri was
losing herself as well as Micky kissed her neck and pressed against her nipples,
feeling the dampness between her legs as he said “I love the way you respond to
my touch, and I love the fact you appreciate it. You do, don’t you?”
“Ysss,” Terri
moaned as she looked down at her chest, then back at Micky.
“Do you want
me to?”
Terri nodded
as he unhooked the clasp between her breasts, and they fell down, free of the
constraint of the bra as he took them in his hands and gently massaged them.
“Mmmggmmmmm,”
Terri moaned before she
threw her head back and gasped, the feel of his lips on her already
sensitive nipples making her scream out “MMggMGmmmmmm” in response.
“Pllslsssmmmmmmm”
she called out again as he started to gently suck and nibble her flesh, making
her push her body up as much as she could as she lost herself in the sensations
she was feeling. Damn it, Dave did this to her and it felt wonderful, but
Micky – Micky was damned close, as she felt the burning in her loins.
“You love
this, don’t you,” Micky whispered as his hand stroked up her crotch, pressing
against her damp clit as she struggled not to scream at the way she was being
treated. It proved futile, as she said “MMGDDDDDMKMMCMMMM.”
“That is my
intention,” Micky whispered as he continued to kiss and stroke her, her moans
growing deeper as the fire built inside her, before she could take it no more,
and she screamed “YSSSSSSSSSS” as she had an orgasm.
“There –
better,” Micky said, but then he turned as there was a noise in the yard.
“I’ll be back
in a minute,” he said as he went to the back door and opened it, Terri and Alex
looking at each other and then over to Pearl.
“Well, well,
well – what do we have here?”
The two women
suddenly looked over, their eyes wide in fear as they saw Jim, Micky’s father,
standing in the entrance from the front room, grinning at them with his
stubbled chin.
“Jmmm –
nnnn,” Alex said as she started to struggle in her chair. Terri was
scared, but knew she was unable to move as Jim walked in, the signs of his
drinking obvious in his unsteady gait.
“Oh look –
little Pearl doesn’t know I’m here,” Jim whispered as he looked at his wife,
and then walked to Alex. “But you know, don’t you,” he said as he groped
her breasts, Alex holding back the scream for fear Pearl would hear.
“And you know
as well,” he said as he turned and walked over to Terri, taking a pocket knife
from his jeans, “with you no knickers attitude, so inviting.”
Terri closed
her eyes, waiting to feel the blade as it sliced through her hose, but instead
she heard a strangled gasp. Opening them again, she saw Micky behind his
father, his arm round the older man’s throat as he said quietly “Not this time,
Dad – this time you walk away and you leave them alone.”
“You don’t
tell me what to do you miserable little brat,” Jim snarled as he tried to turn
round, but Micky pulled his father’s arm up his back, and pushed him out of the
kitchen, the women listening as the front door opened and closed.
“I’m sorry,”
Micky said as he removed the gags from Alex and Terri, “I’m really sorry
ladies. I’ve never seen him this drunk before.”
“Untie us,
Micky,” Terri said quietly, “and let us get dressed again before you untie your
mother.”
“Of course,”
Micky said as he released the two women, and the walked into the front room,
thanking God the blinds were drawn.
“I’m glad he
came back,” Alex whispered as she looked to the kitchen, “but no way should
they go back to their house tonight.”
“I agree,”
Terri said as she fastened her bra, and started to button up her dress.
“We need to get them out of town – are you free tonight?”
“Are you?”
Teri shook
her head and said “I can’t – I have a dinner tonight with Dave once he finishes
his shift, and the girls are at their boyfriends.”
Alex nodded
and said “Right – I’ll take them to the next town, see a film, but then dinner
– a thank you to both of them for today. With any luck, Jim will have
sobered up by the morning.”
She looked
round as M<icky and Pearl came in. “Right you two – I’m taking you to
dinner and a movie. My treat.”
“why?”
“Because you
both need to be thanked for today,” Alex said as she looked at Micky.
“Let me get my coat.”
Once they
were safely on their way, I drove back to the house – this house – and had a
long, hot shower. It was starting to get dark when I finally got out and
started to get ready for Dave coming home.
The start
of the final nightmare…
Terri stepped
out of the shower and dried her hair, before looking at the long wig that was
set on the stand. She knew Dave wanted her to wear it tonight – and if
truth be told, she liked it as well, as she slipped off her bath robe and
fastened the strapless bra around her body.
“This is
going to be a very special night,” she said to herself as she fetched a new
pair of hose from the drawer, opening the packet and shaking it out before she
sat on the bed and pulled it up over her legs and pelvis. Picking up the
white slip, she stepped into it and pulled it up, letting it sit around her
waist as it sat just above her knees.
“The girls
are away, the house is empty – just me, and Dave when we get back from the
dinner,” she said to herself as she looked into the mirror, and picked up the
long brown wig, putting it over her head and adjusting it until it was sitting
in just the right place.
“Perfect, she
said to herself as she picked up her lipstick and started to apply it, not
paying much attention to any noises that were coming from downstairs.
Even the creaking sound passed her by, as she examined
her reflection.
“Dave, you
are so going to be happy tonight,” she said as she put the lipstick down, and
looked around the floor, finally locating
the silver backless sandals she had selected. They had a two inch
heel, and with the grey strapless dress she had hanging in the wardrobe, she
knew she was going to be sensational.
Turning, she
made her way to the wardrobe, not hearing the heavy footsteps as someone came
up. Instead, she muttered to herself “where is it, where is – ah there it
is.”
“Hello
Terri.”
She stood
ramrod straight and slowly turned, to see Jim standing there, still in his
jeans and shirt, but now holding a rifle as he pointed it at her.
“What the…” she
whispered in shock as she watched him pull back the safety and level the
gun at her.
“Be a good
girl, Terri, and step over here, where I can see you,” Jim said as he motioned
with his finger, pointing the rifle in front of him. Terri slowly walked
over, the heels and soles of her feet sounding on the floor in the quiet.
“Jim, look,
if this is about this afternoon…”
“Terri, shut
the fuck up,” Jim said angrily, “I get enough shit from Pearl, and now my son –
my own son, for fucksakes, defies me, so just shut the fuck up, all right?”
Terri nodded
slowly as Jim reached into his back pocket and took out several lengths of
rope, throwing them onto the bed. “Hands in front of you,” he said in a
quiet, menacing voice, “You and I are going to have fun, Terri, to make up for
all I missed out on today when that little shit of a son threw me out.”
Terri nodded,
holding her hands out and watching as Jim laid the rifle, within reach, and
tied her wrists tightly together, making sure the rope went around and between
her wrists.
“Get on your
knees, bitch.”
“Jim,
please…”
“I said,” Jim
growled as he produced a hunting knife and waved it in front of her, “get on
your fucking knees.”
Terri slowly
lowered herself, shaking as she watched Jim standing in front of her.
“That’s better,” he said as he held the blade of the knife against her throat,
“now open the zip, and take my cock out.”
“Jim…”
She felt the pressure
increase against her neck, and slowly pulled his zip down, easing his member
out and gently holding in her hands.
“You know
what to do, bitch,” Jim said, so Terri slowly started to stroke her hand down
the organ, trying not to cry as she avoided Jim’s eye.
“That’s good,
that’s good,” Jim whispered, “but you can do more. Kiss it.”
“Jim…”
“KISS IT
WHORE!”
Slowly, Terri
put her lips against the tip of his cock, gently kissing it and then using her
tongue on the tip. She had done this before, but somehow this felt
different – it felt as if he was ready to kill her if she did not comply.
“Keep going,”
he said, so she took the tip between her lips, stroking her tongue over it and
then pushed it out. This only made him push it back towards her, so she
slowly started to take it in, bringing it deeper and deeper into her mouth with
each move as she felt it engorge in response, pressing down on her tongue as
she found herself unable to do more than moan “mmmmmmm.”
“Keep going,”
Jim said as he pressed the blade of the knife against her, making her go
“MMMMMmmmm” as she felt the throbbing on her tongue, growing stronger and
stronger with every movement in and out. She knew she had no choice, she
knew if she did not do this he would hurt her – or worse.
“Oh yes…” he
moaned as she continued to suck on him, saying “MmmmmmMMMMMMmm” as she did so,
feeling that throbbing increase more and more as her mouth was filled, feeling
the pressure on the back of her throat and praying to God she would not be
forced to throw up.
“Mmmmmplssdnttdthsmmmmmmmm”
she called out as the throbbing changed to a pulsing; a pulsing no her tongue
and throat that she knew only too well the significance of. “Don’t stop,”
Jim growled as he put the knife on the bed, and wrapped his hands around her
head, holding the back of her neck as he pushed himself forward, his groin
rubbing against her face.
“MMmmmmmmmmMMMMMGDDDDDD”
she suddenly called out as he came, the hot salty fluid hitting the back of her
throat without any warning. Terri swallowed as much as she could, knowing
her would not let go of her head until he had finished, however long that might
take…
Eventually,
he did let her go, and Terri breathed in, coughing slightly as she said
“Please, Jim, enough…”
“I’ll say
when it’s enough, you little bitch,” he said as he forced her to stand.
Seeing her discarded hose from earlier on the floor, he picked it up and held
the knife against her throat again, saying “Eat it” as he held the gusset in
front of her mouth. Terri nodded as she allowed him to push the soiled
nylon in, saying “plssdnhrtmm” as he tied the legs around her head and between
her lips.
“I told you
to shut the fuck up,” Jim said as he picked up a red scarf, and tied that round
Terri’s head as well, covering the hose as it went from her nose to her chin
and trapping her hair underneath. She looked to the
side, seeing the rifles on the rack there, but then heard Jim say "If
you even try, I cut you open right there, right then, understand?”
Terri nodded as
she saw the knife and gun on the bed, and then felt Jim’s hands as he reached
round and started to roughly press into her chest, making her moan
“HGgdddmmmmm” as she felt her nipples hardening despite herself, the feel of
his unshaven chin brushing against her skin as he kissed her – not gently, but
roughly, almost as if he was seeking to devour her.
“You are one
sexy little fuck, and I wanted to do this so much today – and now there’s
nobody here to stop me,” Jim whispered as he pushed further into her chest, and
Terri pushed back despite herself, feeling the dampness between her legs as she
shook her head and said “Nnddntntndffssbcksnn.”
“Your fucking
husband? I got a friend to send him out of town on a wild goose chase –
you’re gonna miss your nice little dinner, and your nice little night out, and
his nice little fuck – because I have you now.”
Terri looked
to the side at him, as he roughly grabbed at her chest, and then slipped his
hand under her slip. “NNNNNmmmmmm” she said as she felt his hand against
her crotch.
“Oh you
little slut – you’re damp already,” he said before he forced her to kneel at
the side of the bed. “IT’s just a pity I’m not taking you there.”
“HHNNNNNNNN”
Terri called out as he forced her head forward, burying her face into the
coverlet before she felt her slip being lifted up, and the hose part over her
bottom. “Hgdhgdhgdhgdhgd,” she mumbled to herself, feeling his lips on
her butt cheeks and then his fingers as he eased them into her crack. The
sensations running through her at this point were like electric shocks, her
whole body shaking as she felt the dampness between her legs even more.
“PlssjmmfrthlfgddddntMMMMMMMMMMMMM”
she screamed into the nylon and scarf as she suddenly felt him penetrate her
from behind, the pain searing through her as he started to move back and
forth. “MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMm” she called out, panting into the
damp foul tasting hose as he moved in and out, pushing her hard into the bed as
she felt that throbbing again, only where she had never felt it before.
“First time,
bitch,” Jim growled as Terri moaned again. “Mmmmmmmm mnmnnnnnnnnnnn
mmmmmmmmmnnnnnn NNNNNNNNNNN”
She could
feel her cheeks parting, her rear passage responding to the pressure and the
unnatural intrusion with waves of pain, but she could not help the feelings of
pleasure it was creating in her as well, as she panted even more.
“Mmmmmm”
“MMNNnnnnnn”
“MMMMMmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmnnnnnnnnn”
“mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNAAAAAAAAAAA”
He last cry
came as for the second time that night, Jim came within her, this time the
fluid flowing in the wrong direction as he thrust her so hard against the bed
the metal pressed into her cunt.
“HHMGMGMDDMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM”
she screamed out as he pulled roughly out, and then slapped her bottom hard.
“Better,” he
rasped, “more the way a little whore should behave and talk.” Grabbing
Terri under the arms, he dragged her to the back of the bed, laying her down on
the wooden floor on top of a blanket as he stared down at her.
“Whht..
mmmmmmmmmmm. Mmmmrdn?”
“What am I
going to do to you,” Jim snarled. “Well, Pearl has disappeared, as does
that little bint Micky likes so much, so I guess you get to have all three
shares of me tonight.”
Terri looked
up as he stood behind her head, mumbling “plssnmrmrmmmmmm” before he walked
round and grabbed her left ankle. Picking more rope off the bed, he
lashed it tightly to the green metal at her ankle, the rope bating into her as
it pressed the back of her leg against the metal.
“Plslssttppp,”
Terri moaned as Jim pulled her hands up and over her head, leaving them against
the wood as he lashed a length of rope to them, and then fed it out of the
bedroom door, securing it to the railings outside.
She squirmed
round, placing
her free foot against the mattress to try and make it more difficult for
him, her bottom throbbing, but it was no use – he grabbed her right ankle and
tied it just as tightly to the foot of the bed, spreading her legs wide open
and above her as she looked at him.
“Betcha
wondering why I did this, aitncha you little bitch,” Jim said as he looked down
on her. Terri could only mutely nod as she stared
back into his hate filled eyes.
As she stared
up he picked up the knife and slipped it under her bra, Terri shivering at the
touch of the cold metal as he parted the material like a hot knife through
butter. “Mmmmmmm” she moaned out again as the cold air
hit her nipples, making them even harder as he leaned over her and devoured
them, his hand grabbing her crotch and roughly pressing down as she felt his
lips.
“Mmmmgmmdmmmm”
she moaned out, unable to stop her body responding to the assault once again,
praying he would stop soon as he pushed her slip up, and placed the knife
between her legs.
“If I was
you, I’d stay still,” Jim growled as she felt the nylon part up her clit, and
then his rough finger as he pushed them into her damp passage, her body shaking
as she twisted round in response to this.
“Hfffmkkmdmmmmmdmmdmdmddnnntntntn”
she called out as she felt the orgasm coming again. “Enjoy it,” Jim
whispered into her ear as he pushed his fingers in still further, “because when
you’re ready, I’m going to take your husband’s nightstick, and I’m going to ram
it in there.”
“NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN”
she screamed as she
opened her eyes and shook her head, at the same time squirming and trying
to ignore what was happening to her.
“OH yes,
that’ll teach you to make me look a complete idiot – and when that brat comes
back with my slag of a wife, I’m going to….”
“WHAT THE
HELL DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING!!”
Terri watched
as Jim suddenly disappeared from view, and as she looked back she saw Dave had
wrestled him to the floor, his arms up his back as he reached for his cuffs.
“I don’t know
what the fuck you think you’re playing at,” he shouted as he fastened the heavy
metal around Jim’s wrists, “but I’m arresting you, fuckwad. You may
choose not to say anything, but be assured I’ll see you in prison for the rest
of your life.”
“Come on
Dave, I’m just having a little fun,” Jim said as he looked at Terri, “Aren’t
I?”
“This is
rape, you bastard,” Dave said as he kicked him in the side, and then knelt
beside Terri, easing the scarf down. “Shit,” he said as he saw the nylon,
and then stood up, fetching a pair of scissors and cutting it away.
“OH thank
God, thank God,” Terri called out, “I thought he was going to kill me…”
Well, of
course there was no way this was going to be kept quiet. I managed to get
Dave to at least hold off on talking to Pearl and Micky until the morning, but
Jim was taken to the station house – and he was never seen again in the town.
The women
rallied round Pearl, and supported her during and after the trial, while Dave
had a man to man talk with Micky. He was satisfied at what he said, but
made it very clear the games had to stop, and he had to shape up and support
his mother.
After
that, life seemed quieter – and then Dave was killed in the line of duty, and
now…
Taking one
last look round the room, I walk down the stairs, and pick up my purse.
“Goodbye,” I whisper, but as I open the door I see someone about to
knock. He’s tall, broad shouldered, and wears the dress uniform of a
soldier. From the three chevrons and maple leaf on his cuffs, I know he
is a Warrant Officer, and the medal ribbons show his campaigns.
But it’s
his face I’m looking into as he removes his cap and says “Hello, Mrs
Smith. I hope this is not a bad time.”
I look
again at him, and say quietly “Micky?”
“Warrant Officer Micky, I suppose,” he said quietly, “May I come in?”
“Of course,” I said as I held the door open, and he came in. “When did you come back to town?”
“This morning – Mum told me of what happened, and I came to pay my
rather belated respects. Your husband
was a good man – especially to us after what happened.”
“Where have you been anyway?”
“Afghanistan, then a year in the States – I’m afraid I was a little
difficult to get hold of, or I would have come back for the funeral.” He looked round, and said “So you’re moving
on?”
“That’s right – with the girls going away, I think I’m going back to
the city.” I looked at him, before
saying “I miss those days, you know – the games. If only your father…”
“I don’t talk about him,” Micky said quietly, “except with Mum. Still, those were good days.”
He looked at her, and then said “Mrs Smith…”
“Terri – we’re both adults.”
“Terri,” Micky said with a smile, “I just wanted to wish you luck when
you go. I’d better head back and…”
“Micky – this is going to sound awful, but can we play one more game –
for old time’s sake? Besides – I miss a
man being with me.”
He looked at me, and said quietly “Are you sure?”
“I’m sure – consider it a goodbye present for me. I’ll let you change, and the back door will be
unlocked – surprise me later, all right?”
“All right, Terri – I’ll see you later,” Micky said as he left the
house, and I closed the door behind him.
IT was about seven when I was sitting at the kitchen table, flipping
through a magazine. I had put on a black
dress with a white fern pattern on it, a pair of black pumps and a fawn
coloured top, as well as a bra and hose.
So when I was grabbed from behind, one hand on my
chest and the other over my mouth, I was taken completely by surprise, but
I calmed down again as I heard Micky say “Not a word lady – just stand up.”
I pushed the chair back and stood up, his hand clamped over my mouth as
he whispered “Not a sound, not a movement unless I say so. Now, put your head down on the table, and
your hands behind your back.”
I did as he asked – not that I had much choice, given how strong he
was, as he crossed my wrists behind my back and taped them tightly
together. “Stand up,” he said, and as I
did so he
slapped a strip of the tape over my lips, before turning me round and
pushing me towards the front room.
It felt so good to be under his control – far better than I had
remembered, and although he was commanding and in charge, his voice was gentle,
kind – loving, almost.
He
walked me into the front room and made me sit down on the couch, and said
“Sit down and look at me.”
I did so, and got my first good look at him. He was dressed in black, and had an Arab
scarf tied around his head as well as a pair of dark glasses. Removing the scarf, he smiled as he said “I
know your husband is not coming home, is he?”
“Nnnn,” I mumbled, the tape holding firm over my mouth as he knelt
down, and put my ankles side by side. I
now saw that it was a roll of wide green tape, but it certainly held my legs
firmly together as he taped them side by side.
“You are a
beautiful woman,” he said as he taped my legs together below my knees, and I
admit I blushed at that, letting my head move
to the side to hide my red cheeks.
Taping my
legs together above my knees, he then stopped and put the roll down, looking at
me as I sat back on the chair. “Do you
know what I’m going to do now,” he said as he looked at me. I know what I wanted him to do, but I just
shook my head, playing along as he smiled at me.
“Move forward
– I want you to sit on the edge of the seat,” he said as he helped me to
shuffle forward, his strong hand stroking down my back and then across my chest
as he knelt down.
“Whtrudng,” I
mumbled through the tape as he started to stroke his hands down my side and
over my chest, and the he started to grope my chest, his fingers gently massaging
around my nipples as I started to moan in response. “Such a sensitive body,” he said quietly as
he leaned over and kissed the side of my neck, his hands pressing more firmly
into me.
“Hmmgddthsflssgdd,”
I moaned, and then said “Mmmmmm” as he kissed me again, and then looked into my
eyes.
“I want you,”
he said quietly, “but first you must have me.
Do you understand what I mean?”
I nodded, not
afraid of him as he pulled the front of his trousers open, and showed me his
manhood. It was larger than I expected,
but as I eyed it I knew exactly what he wanted me to do.
“I will
remove the tape from your mouth, and you will not speak or scream, understand?”
“Ysssrrr,” I
mumbled as he peeled the tape away, and I looked at his cock, licking my lips.
“Kiss it,” he
said, and as he held it in front of me I gently placed my lips on the tip and
kissed it, my tongue moving over the very edge of it as Micky moaned. “Go on – I know you want to,” he said with a
smile as I put my lips over the very end of his cock, and then pulled back,
smacking them as I did so.
“Fnkusrr” I
said as I continued to slowly draw him into my mouth, pushing him out with my
tongue and then sucking him back in again, enjoying his moans as I slowly
sucked and pushed, sucked and pushed, in and out, in and out, feeling it
engorging more with each suck in and my tongue pressed further and further
down…
What’s more,
I could feel his throbbing against my tongue, as I finally drew him in and
wrapped my tongue around it, tasting the saltiness and relishing it as I began
to suck harder and harder. Micky held
onto my head and moaned as he started to move in and out as well, my lips
forming a tight seal as I drew him deeper in each time.
“Mmmmmmmmmmm”
was about all I could say as the throbbing grew stronger and stronger, each
time making me want to draw him still further in, gripping my hair more tightly
as that throbbing grows more and more intense.
“Keep doing
that,” Micky said as he pushed further forward, his cock now filling my mouth
and pressing against the back of my throat.
“MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM”
I moan out as I feel him gripping me, and gasping, knowing that moment is
drawing closer. This is not like it was
with his father, when there was an overpowering sense of fear – this is
different, more gentle, more – loving almost, as he finally lets go and I start
to swallow his hot salty cum, flowing down the back of my throat.
“OH MY GOD”
Micky called out a is continue to suck him dry, using my tongue and lips to
make sure I take every little drop I can before I finally let him go, looking
into his eyes as I do so.
“Did I do
well, “I finally say when he has recovered enough to speak.
“Very well,”
he whispered as he removed his pants, “and you must be rewarded. Open your mouth.”
As I did so,
he used a cloth to wipe any mess away, and then pushed it inside, waiting until
I closed it before he taped it back over again, the band running from ear to
ear.
“Fnkusrr,” I
said again as he knelt in front of me, and started to slowly unbutton my top,
kissing my neck as he unfastened each fastening. His lips felt so good on me, as I started to
moan again in thanks and agreement.
“Tfflssggddd,”
I whispered through the layers of tape as Micky opened my top up, and started
to kiss my neck as his hands grasped and gently kneaded my breasts under my
bra. “HHYSSSS” I called out as he did
this, loving every little detail of his teasing as his hands sank into my soft
flesh.
He then
stopped for a moment, and put his hands on my legs, slowly drawing them up the
hose as he passed over the bands of green tape, and then put his hand between my
thighs, feeling the dampness that was between my legs.
“HMMGDDD” I
called out at his touch, then saw his smile as he said “Lie down.”
I rolled onto my
side, and then onto my back, watching as he pulled my top open and then
started to caress my throat and neck in soft kisses, his hand slipping between
my legs and then stroking slowly up my crotch.
“HHFSKSKKKSSSGDDD”
I moaned out at that, as he started to move his hand up and down, pushing my
skirt up and out of the way as he did so.
I closed my eyes and moaned “mmmmmmm
mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm” with each sensitive touch.
As he looked into
my eyes, he said “I know what my father did to you, and it was wrong – but I
want to know if you wish me to do the same to you?”
I nodded and
rolled over onto my side, looking to the
back of the couch as I felt my hose parting at my backside, and then
Micky’s fingers gently massaging my bottom, as he applied some cream between
the cracks.
“I want you,”
he said as I moaned at his fingers moving between my butt cheeks, “To lie face
down and draw your knees in.”
“Ysssrrr,” I
said as I rolled onto my stomach,
looking at him as I drew my knees in and raised my bottom into the air. I could feel the cool air on my exposed crack
as Micky knelt behind me and reached round, starting again to massage my chest
as I moaned out.
“Thsfflssgdddd…”
I said quietly, “WhnrruuggnntttOOOOOOOO”
I felt his
hard cock slipping through the torn hose and between my cheeks, moving in and
out as he fucked my arse. It felt so
good, so smooth, and I started to moan and say “Hysssrrfkkmmgdd” as he pushed
further in, my passage gripping him in response as I felt the throbbing anew.
“HHFFKKYSSSSS”
I heard myself call out as I pushed back against him, encouraging him all the
more as he groaned behind me, grasping my chest in his large, firm hands and
making me moan even more. I wanted to
cum, I really needed to….
“YYYYYYYYYYASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS”
I screamed out as I felt myself cumming, and felt him shoot inside me as well,
holding me close to him before he finally let me go, climbing down as I slowly
slid my legs back and panted into the seat.
“You are an
amazing woman, lady,” Micky said as I slowly turned my head and looked at him,
“but I am not finished yet.” He gently rolled
me over, and then unhooked my bra, opening it to either side before he
started to kiss and suck on my bare nipples.
“HYSSSS
kppddngtthsss” I called out as I closed my eyes and moved under him, feeling the
dampness even more between my legs as I wriggled round. “Kppddngtthsspllsss”
He then
slipped his hand between my legs again, and smiled as he said “You are an
amazing fuck as well – and I want to make sure you know that.” I nodded as he opened my hose over my crotch,
and then leaned down and kissed me between my legs, his tongue searching
against the petals of my passage.
“HFFKFKYSSS!”
“Do you like
this?”
I looked down
and nodded as he continued to use his tongue in ways I had never experienced,
licking my juices and at the same time making me feel twenty years younger as I
moan along in appreciation.
He then
lifted me onto the floor, and straddled my legs with himself, smiling as I
looked at how much he had recovered already.
“Ready?”
I nodded and
closed my eyes as his hands grasped and pressed into my chest, and then I felt
him move into me, smoothly, without pain or fear, only the muffled gasp of “YSSSSS”
in the room as I gripped him and felt him move in and out.
“Hffkkkmmmmmsggddddd”
I moaned out again as I moved in time with him, planting my taped feet on the
ground and moving up and down as he pressed further into me, feeling that
throbbing inside me as he built to a climax – and started to edge me towards
another orgasm as well.
Micky looks
down on me and smiles before he arches his back, and I scream again into my
gaga, feeling my body gripping him as he gives once more, wanting the moment
never to end, wishing against hope that this would not end…
“PLSLSSSDNTNSTPTPPPPPPPPP!!!!!!!!!”
Soon,
however, it ends, and as Micky withdraws I collapse to the ground, exhausted,
sweating, dripping – but more fulfilled and happy than I have been since Dave died.
Micky stood
up and pulled his pants on, before he knelt again and gently removed the tape
from my mouth.
“Thank you,”
I whispered softly, “for doing that for me.”
“It was a
pleasure and an honour,” Micky said as he cut me free, and helped me to stand. “Perhaps I can come and see you in the city?”
“I would like
that,” I said quietly, “I would like that very much…”
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