One Rainy NightIt was almost midnight and the rain was pouring down in sheets. Thunder roared and lightening lit up the sky in violent flashes of light. Lorraine was on her way home after spending the evening in town watching movies with friends. The rain was coming down so hard, that she had to slow to a crawl to prevent driving off the road. Her windshield wipers were on high speed, in a frantic effort to clear her windshield.Squinting at the road, in deep concentration, she couldn’t help but see the man walking on the side of the road. He was trying desperately to keep his raincoat closed against the driving wind and rain. The hood of his car was up, and he was walking away from it, shaking his head in frustration. Lorraine wasn’t sure if she should stop and offer her assistance. After all, she didn’t know him. For all she knew, he could be a psychotic serial killer. Shaking her head at her trustfulness, she pulled over onto the shoulder of the road, waiting for him to catch up to her car.Rolling down the passenger window as he walked up, she asked him, “Hey, do you need a lift?””Yes, I sure do! Thanks”, he said as he opened the door and got into the warm car.”Where are you headed? What happened to your car?” she asked. “I’m headed to Manchester, to meet my girlfriend. Oh, my name is Peter, by the way”, he said. “And I have no idea what is wrong with my car. It just stopped in the middle of the road and I had to push it onto the shoulder.””My name is Lorraine. I hope you can get your car running again, I would hate for you to miss your date”, she said in a conversational tone. “After three years working overseas, we are finally going back together.” Listening to Peter talk, and watching the way he moved, Lorraine realized that she found him extremely attractive. She wondered how hard it would be to get him out of those tight, wet jeans he was wearing. She wondered what his hard body would look like out of those wet clothes. “Are you looking for a little action before you get stuck?” she asked, looking at him out of the corner of her eye. Blushing slightly, Peter said, “Well, whilst we’ve been apart, we promised each other that we would be faithful to one another. We have been together for 7 years and neither of us has ever thought of being with anyone else. I would love to, but I can’t.” While Peter was chattering on about his girlfriend and her virtue, Lorraine was getting frustrated and angry. When she wanted something, she always got her way. If there was a challenge involved in getting what she wanted, so much the better. Lorraine was always up for a good challenge, and to her way of thinking, Peter was just what she was looking for. “Awww…. Come on now. What could it hurt? She would never have to know. This could be our little secret”. Shaking his head at her persistence, Peter changed the subject.”Damn, it sure is lonely out here. Where is the nearest town? I need to get my car fixed and get back on the road.” “I have a cabin down this little road here”, Lorraine said, turning off the highway onto a narrow dirt lane. “Let’s stop here. You can dry off and we can call for help. The nearest town is over two hours away. This may be our only option for now”. “Thanks, thanks a lot. You are a sweetheart for stopping to pick me up”. “No problem. You looked so pitiful walking in the rain. Not many people come down that road, so you might have been in for a very long walk.” Laughing at himself, Peter replied, “It looked like a good shortcut on my map”. Pulling up in front of the dark cabin, Lorraine turned off the car and reached for her purse in the backseat. “Come on in. I’ll light the fireplace and we can warm up a little while we wait for help to get here”, she said getting out of the car. Peter got out of the car, closing the door behind him. “Wow, this is a great place. Do you live here all by yourself?” He shouted over the pouring rain as he ran toward the porch. After letting them both into the house and turning on some lights, Lorraine replied, “Yes I do, it’s private and very quiet out here. The bathroom is that way if you want to dry off. I’ll fix us something warm to drink”. “Thanks. Damn, I wish I had thought to bring my duffel bag with me. I could have changed clothes”, he said as he headed for the bathroom. Lorraine went into the kitchen and began to make two cups of hot cocoa. She made hers in the blue mug and Peter’s in the red, making sure she didn’t get the two of them mixed up. Into the red mug, she emptied the contents of two mildly strong sleeping pills and stirred it all up. Calling out to Peter, she said, “There is a robe behind the door if you want to use it. Make yourself at home”. Lorraine took both cups of cocoa into the living room where she lit a roaring fire in the fireplace and settled back on the sofa. She studied Peter’s mug of cocoa, anxious to get her newest conquest underway. In the bathroom, Peter slipped out of his wet clothes and dried himself off with a thick bath towel he found in the cabinet under the sink. The whole time he was doing this, he kept thinking that he had better never tell his fiancée about this. She would surely never understand. After putting on the plush green bathrobe, Peter stepped out of the bathroom with his wet clothes under one arm. “Hey, do you have a dryer?” He called out. “Yes, I do”, Lorraine said, getting up. “Here, let me take those. I left you a mug of hot cocoa on the coffee table. Go warm up. I’ll get these things going for you”. Lorraine went into the laundry room at the back of the house. Looking to be sure Peter wasn’t following her, she opened the back door and threw his clothes outside into the rain. He won’t need those for a while, she thought to herself. Lorraine went back into the living room and sank into the sofa beside Peter. She reached for her cocoa and took a sip from it, watching as Peter unsuspectingly drank his. “Thanks, this is so great. This fire feels so good. Too bad you don’t have any brandy to go in this”. “I usually keep some on hand, but I haven’t been to the liquor store in a while. I hope this is ok”, Lorraine said. “This is great.” Nervously, Peter watched as Lorraine moved a little closer to him. Trying to find something to do with his hands, he took another drink from his mug. By this time, the storm outside was no longer a steady spring shower. The water was coming down in great torrents. The thunder was booming hard enough to rattle the windows and the lightening was bright enough to be temporarily blinding. The dirt lane that had been Lorraine’s driveway quickly became a washed out, muddy mess. Inside the house, Lorraine’s anxiety was keeping pace with the raging storm, as she waited impatiently for the sleeping pills to take effect. It seemed to her that they should have already put him to sleep, but still she waited, making idle chit chat with him about issues she could have cared less about. Suddenly, the lights flickered twice and blinked out, leaving them in complete darkness. “Oh great”, Lorraine sighed. “I was afraid this would happen. Every time it rains, my lights go out. Sometimes it takes hours for them to come back on. Thank goodness for this fire, or we wouldn’t be able to see anything at all”. Peter was watching Lorraine’s statement as she made this little speech, and he couldn’t help but wonder if she was glad to have no electricity. It seemed to him that she had the most devilish look in her eyes. Of course, he could be imagining things. After all, what did he know about women? As he was watching Lorraine, Peter gave a loud, heartfelt yawn. “Wow, this fire is making me so sleepy.” Peter gave his head a swift shake, trying to clear the cobwebs from his brain. “Hey, shouldn’t we call someone about my car?” “I called for a tow truck while you were in the bathroom.” Lorraine lied smoothly. “They said they would be here in about an hour or so. But of course with this rain, it may take them a little longer.” Lorraine watched with suppressed glee as Peter tried to stifle another yawn. “Would you like to lie down and maybe take a nap?” she suggested.”Well, I guess I’m more tired than I thought”, kaçak iddaa he said as he started to rise from the sofa. Moving too quickly, he lost his balance and fell back down. “Are you sure there wasn’t booze in that cocoa?” Peter said with a laugh. He couldn’t seem to pull his head together, and he watched helplessly as the room spun around him. “Oh here, let me help you”, Lorraine said, realizing she must get him to the bedroom before he fell asleep on the couch. Once he lost consciousness, she knew she would never be able to move him. Reaching out her hand to help him, she replied, “No, no booze. I don’t have a drop in the house”. She said all of this with an innocent look on her face, hoping he would buy her story. “It’s just the busy day and the excitement of your long-awaited date coming up. All of that stress is finally catching up with you, I think”. “I can sleep here on the sofa. I don’t want to put you out of your bed”. “Oh, nonsense. I’m going to stay up and wait for the tow truck. Someone needs to stay awake for when they get here”, she explained, trying not to sound desperate. She stood up and reached out her hand to pull him up. “Oh, right”, he said groggily. “You lead and I’ll follow”, he said as he reached up to take her hand. Unsteadily, he came up to his feet and took her hand. Once in the bedroom, she pulled back the blankets and helped him lay down. Pulling the blankets up to his chin, Peter muttered, “Thanks, you’re such an angel for being so kind to me”. “Oh, you’re welcome”, she said softly. “Have a wonderful nap”. Lorraine left the room, partially closing the door behind her. As Peter fell into a deep sleep, Lorraine began to make preparations for when he woke up. She knew those sleeping pills would make him sleep for only a short while. Lorraine went into the kitchen and lit several candles and tiptoed back into the bedroom, taking care not to make any noise. She placed the candles in several strategic areas around the bedroom. She then reached under the bed and pulled out a small trunk. When she opened it, she took out several silk scarves and laid them out on the bed. Lorraine slid the trunk back under the bed. After untying the belt on his robe, she gently eased him out of it, taking extreme care to move him as little as possible. Still being mindful of moving him, Lorraine reached for the first scarf and tied his right hand to the bedpost. Going around to the other side of the bed, she did the same for his left arm. Moving to the foot of the bed, she fixed both of his legs to the footboard. Lorraine took tremendous care to make her knots very secure, thinking that the last thing she needed was for Peter to loosen a knot and get away from her.Going back to the head of the bed, Lorraine fastened a gag in his mouth, making sure he was still able to draw a breath, but unable to scream for help. Lastly, she wrapped another scarf around his eyes, effectively blinding him. Knowing the pills would be wearing off any time now, Lorraine made one final preparation. Going to the closet, she took out her video camera and tripod and set it up in the corner of the room. After adjusting the angle that the camera was filming, she snapped the fully charged battery into its slot in back of the camera and inserted a new cassette. As Peter finally began to stir, she hit the record button on the camera and walked over to the bed. As Peter began to wake from a very restful nap, he realized he was very cold. Thinking he must have thrown off the blankets in his sleep, he reached for them now, only to realize that he was unable to move. An instant after he made that realization, he also become conscious of the fact that he had his eyes open, but he couldn’t see anything, nor could he speak. With growing horror, Peter comprehended the fact that he was bound, gagged, and blindfolded! Straining in desperation against his bindings, Peter tried futilely to escape. “Well, hi there”, Lorraine whispered in his ear. “I see you’re finally waking up. Don’t bother trying to get up, you won’t get out of this until I’m ready to let you go”. Scared now, Peter tried to speak. Mumbling against the restraint, Peter asked, “What’s going on?” Lorraine was walking around the bed, admiring his lean, hard body. She ran her fingers across his smooth skin, appreciating how silky, yet rough, his skin felt. Feeling her hands on him, Peter struggled desperately to free himself from these pieces of fabric that bound him to her mercy. He slowly came to realize that he was trapped. “What do you think is going on? You had the chance to do this the easy way, but no, you had to play hard to get”, she said with a malicious laugh. “Now we’re gonna do this my way. You’re my slave tonight. You will do as I tell you to, or there will be hell to pay”. Hearing the words she was saying and the angry tone of her voice made Peter begin to uselessly struggle again. Knowing he was wasting his energy, Peter tried to relax, unsure of what was coming next. Lorraine sat on the bed beside him and leaned over, breathing softly in his ear. Her tongue was tracing the outline of his ear, biting gently on his earlobe. “Yes, you’re all mine tonight”. Her tongue slid down the line of Peter’s throat. Her lips pressed kisses against the soft skin of his neck. Trailing gentle kisses against the line of his jaw, her hand moved down to touch the nipples on his chest. Taking the right nipple between her fingers, Lorraine gently pinched and pulled it, wanting to make it hard. Peter laid there in shock as this strange woman did these things to his body. In the back of his mind, he realized that some part of him liked what her mouth and hand was doing to him. Even though he did his best to ignore what she was doing, his nipples began to grow hard between her fingers. “Do you like that?” she whispered in his ear as her hand moved to his other nipple, doing the same to this one as she had done to the other. Peter wriggled under her fingers, but couldn’t shake her loose. He shook his head, letting her know without words that he didn’t like what she was doing and that he wanted her to stop. Her mouth moved from his neck to his chest, taking his left nipple in her mouth and biting it with her teeth. “When I ask you if you like something, you had better say yes, or next time I’ll bite harder”. Peter tried in vain to scream, but he couldn’t. He shook his head no again, risking her anger. She moved to the other side of his chest and took the other nipple between her teeth and bit down more firmly. Lorraine knew that this caused him some pain, but she knew she had to make her point. If she had to make it the hard way, she thought, so be it. “Do you like this?” she asked again. Peter gave a muffled yell. It hurt so badly, but in the back of his mind, he was thinking that he might actually like what she was doing. He shook his head, trying to get that perverse thought out of his brain. He slowly nodded his head yes, hoping against hope that she would let him go. “Very good. You’re a fast learner”. As Lorraine said this, she looked down toward the bottom of the bed, pleased at what she saw. It seemed that in spite of himself, Peter was enjoying this. She could see that he was becoming good and hard for her. Peter was rubbing the back of his head hard over the pillow, trying to dislodge the gag from his mouth. He wanted to be able to speak to her. Maybe he could talk his way out of this situation. Hearing him moving, she turned to look back at his face. “Do you want me to take the gag off of your mouth?” she asked. “Are you going to scream if I do?” Nodding his head yes, and then no, he agreed with her. “Of course, it doesn’t matter if you do scream. No one will ever hear you, but it would annoy me to no end.” Lorraine reached up and untied the gag, removing it from his mouth. “Remember what I said. No yelling or I will have to hurt you again.” “Please, why are you doing this? Why won’t you let me go?” “You should have done this the easy way, and you wouldn’t be here right now”. “Please, I can just leave and walk back to my car. I swear, I’ll never tell anyone bets10 what happened here tonight”. As he was talking, Lorraine moved a little farther down the bed until she was side by side with his hard cock, wondering what it would feel like thrusting inside of her. “LET ME GO YOU, FUCKING BITCH!” he screamed. Lorraine looked at him with an angry look on her face. “If you yell at me one more time, I’m going to make you very sorry. Do you understand me? You’re at my mercy, so shut up and be quiet”. Disregarding her warning, Peter yelled at the top of his lungs, “HELLPP MEEEE!!!” hoping against hope that the tow truck driver might drive up and hear him. “Ok, you asked for it. Don’t say I didn’t warn you”, she said furiously, getting off the bed. “There is no tow truck”, she said as the approached the bedside table. “I never called them”. “Please, just let me go. I can’t be doing this. I’ll never be able to face my fiancée.” Peter pleaded. Lorraine reached over and yanked the blindfold off of Peter’s eyes so he could see exactly what happened to people didn’t do what she wanted them to. Looking at her in amazement and shock, Peter took in the elaborate setup. He saw the candles placed around the room, and the camera in the corner. “What the hell are you doing?” He asked in an outraged voice. “I’m making a little X-rated video for myself, and you’re the star”, she said with a sly laugh. “What do you think I’m doing?” Peter watched as Lorraine picked a candle off of the bedside table and studied the small flame. He watched in horror as she held the candle over his prone body. He could see the melted wax that had accumulated in the candleholder. Peter watched in dread as she tipped it almost to the spilling point. “Do I have to do this, or are you going to shut up? I will have you tonight, with or without your cooperation. You really have no choice here.” “If you don’t let me go right now, so help me, I’ll…” “Last chance”, she said, tilting the candle so the wax was right on the rim of the candleholder. Peter struggled desperately, frantically, as Lorraine stood over him threateningly. “What are you going to do?” he heard her ask. “Ok, I’ll do what you want, just don’t burn me”. “That’s what I thought”, Lorraine said, trying not to show her relief. She had not wanted to hurt Peter. But she did have to make her point. Setting the candle back on the table, she heard his almost silent sigh of relief. Lorraine moved back to the middle of the bed, taking his still semi-hard cock in her hand. “This is why you’re here”, she said. “This is what I want from you, and I won’t untie you until you give me what I want”. Watching his face to gauge his reaction, Lorraine lightly stroked his cock with her hand. Moving her hand gently up and down, up and down, she placed her other hand on his tight balls, massaging and rubbing them. She loved the way they felt in the palm of her hand. Peter tried to wrest his rock hard cock out of her hand, but to no avail. He looked away, trying not to watch as she manipulated his cock. “Please, don’t do this”, he begged. Still watching his face, Lorraine leaned over and ran her tongue down the length of him. Licking from the base to the very tip and back down again, she could feel his cock jerk reflexively in her hand. “Oh God, that feels so…so…” he moaned. “It feels so what?” she demanded in a quiet voice. “BAD!” he said, more to himself than to her. He was trying to convince himself that he didn’t really like this. Unfortunately, he knew she could see through his lie as he moaned aloud. Lorraine opened her mouth and slid the head of his cock into her mouth, sucking and rubbing her tongue over and around it. “Does that really feel bad? Should I stop what I’m doing?” She asked as she sucked the head of his cock to the back of her throat. Hearing Peter’s moans only encouraged her. She wanted to hear him beg for her to continue. So she sucked him deeper yet into her mouth, her hand stroking him. Peter tried to say something, anything, but he didn’t have the strength to do anything but moan helplessly. “Oh please, please…don’t…don’t…” Peter watched as she sucked his cock.He could feel her tongue swirling and sliding around the tip, dipping into the tiny hole on the end. He thought the sensation of her hand stroking him would drive him insane. Peter could feel the head of his cock pressing against the back of her throat.Lorraine’s other hand was still rubbing his balls, while her head moved up and down on his hard dick. Peter began to move his hips in rhythm with her head, fucking her mouth with long, hard strokes. “Oh God”, he moaned. “This feels so fucking good!” Lorraine took him out of her mouth for a moment and shot him a satisfied look. “I knew you would see things my way”. She moved her head down to his balls, taking first one into her mouth, and then the other, sucking gently, and listening to Peter’s ragged breathing. “Tell me you want it. Tell me now”, Lorraine said as she pulled her mouth away.”Tell me you want it, or I’ll stop”. Peter recognized pure lust as it washed over him. The last thing he wanted was for her to stop what she was doing. Lorraine’s mouth was sucking all the inhibitions from his body, little by little. “Tell me or I’ll stop”, Lorraine repeated more forcefully. She wrapped her hand around him, stroking and rubbing, encouraging him to say what she wanted to hear. “No, please, don’t stop. Please, I’ll do anything you ask”. Satisfied with his response, Lorraine leaned back down and wrapped her mouth around him again. She slid his dick all the way down her throat until her lips were pressed against the base of his cock. She could feel him in her throat now, making it all but impossible for her to breathe. “Please. Please suck it. Don’t stop. Oh God, make me cum”, he moaned in breathless anticipation. “Oh God, I’m so close now. Don’t stop. Don’t stop”. Peter’s hips were thrusting off of the bed now, forcing his cock in and out of her wet, warm, eager mouth. She knew he was going to reach his orgasm any moment now. That was not part of her plan. Reluctantly, she pulled her mouth away from his cock.”Not yet”, she whispered teasingly. “I have more in store for you tonight”. Looking at her in desperation, Peter begged, “Please, don’t stop. Not now. Not yet”. Lorraine moved away from the bed, leaving him frustrated. As Peter watched, she slowly began to remove her clothing. Unsnapping and unzipping her shorts, she stepped out of them, leaving them on the floor. Hooking her fingers in the waistband of her panties, she slid them down her long legs and stepped out of them. Standing before Peter in only a white t-shirt now, she regarded his face as he intensely studied every move she made. She reached down and grasped the bottom of her t-shirt and pulled it up and over her head.Striking a seductive pose, she ran her hands down the length of her body. She ran her hands over her breasts, over her flat stomach, and into the warm, wet place at the top of her legs. Dipping a finger into herself, she began to gently stroke her clitoris. The longer she fondled herself, the wetter she became and the more obviously excited and aroused Peter became. “Do you want to touch me?” Lorraine asked teasingly. “Please, you’re so lovely, breathtaking even. Just let me go!” “Oh no, no, no. It’s not time to let you go yet”, Lorraine said, moving back to the bed. She climbed onto the bed beside him and swung her leg over his chest, straddling him. “How can I touch you if I am tied up?” Peter said, hoping that he could trick her into setting him free. “Now that is an interesting question”, Lorraine said, not falling for his obvious attempt at deception. Lorraine leaned over him, her right breast near his mouth, her nipple brushing against his lips. “Do you want a little taste?” “Please, I’ll do anything you ask. Untie me so I can use my hands.” “You can taste if you like”, she said mischievously, disregarding his pleas for freedom. Knowing that he shouldn’t, but unable to resist, Peter lifted his head. His mouth strained to reach for her breast, as Lorraine took it in her hand and held bets10 güvenilir mi it to his lips. Sucking softly on her nipple, he could hear her moan quietly. “Mmmm…that feels heavenly”, she whispered as she felt his lips on her warm skin. Peter’s lips enveloped her hard nipple, pulling, teeth biting softly, as his tongue slid over it leisurely. Peter licked and sucked as much of her breast as he could reach. His hands pulled at the scarves, wishing they were free to touch her, to feel her skin. Still straddling his chest, Lorraine was getting wetter and wetter; the longer he worked with that incredible mouth and tongue. u*********sly, she started to rub her pussy against his chest, stroking her clit against him. She was greatly tempted to untie him now, but she knew that if she did, he would throw her to the floor and leave. That was the last thing she wanted at this point. Peter reluctantly pulled his mouth away from her breast. “Is this alright? Am I doing this right?” He asked uncertainly. “May I have your other breast now”. “Oh, you’re doing very well”, she whispered raggedly as she gave him her other breast. Peter hungrily sucked it into his mouth, licking, lusting, and loving every moment. “Ohhh, that feels so good”, Lorraine, moaned as she moved her hips, rubbing and caressing his chest with her soaking wet pussy. She wondered what was going on in his mind, if he could feel how wet he was making her. She wondered if he had any idea how much she wanted him to fuck her.Pulling her breast from his hungry mouth, she slid up his body until she was straddled over his face. She looked down and saw his handsome face looking at her wet pussy. He was not sure what he should be doing now. Letting instinct take over, he pushed his tongue inside of her, watching for her reaction. Peter moaned, as he tasted her lusty sweetness. He slid his tongue in and out of her, feeling her hips bucking against his face. He was moaning, as was she, as he licked faster and faster. Peter’s tongue found that hard little button in front of Lorraine’s wet pussy, and began to lick it. Slowly at first, and then faster and faster, he licked and sucked with his mouth. Lorraine was desperate to feel his hands on her, so she reached over and untied his right hand. His tongue felt so good. It was hard for her to breathe. Pausing for a moment to halfway compose herself, she reached for his left hand, and untied that one also. Now that he was set free, she hoped frantically that he would not leave her. So absorbed in what he was doing, Peter didn’t notice that he had been released from his bonds. Continuing to lick and suck, and drive his tongue into her, he could feel as she began to cum in his mouth. He could hear her moaning, trying desperately not to scream. Instead of trying to escape, his hands reached up and grabbed her hips, forcing her down tighter onto his tongue. Grabbing his hair, driving her soaking wet pussy against his face, Lorraine threw her head back and screamed aloud as she came in Peter’s greedy mouth. Relentlessly, he licked and sucked the wetness out of her, drinking every drop. Peter could feel her knees hugging his head tightly as her body shuddered helplessly. He continued to drink from her body as she slowly pulled herself back together. “What are you going to do now?” she asked him in a quiet, trembling voice. Stirring from his lust induced stupor, Peter suddenly realized that he had been released. Without warning, he threw Lorraine off of the bed. As she hit the floor, Peter reached down and untied both of his legs. “NO! PLEASE!” Lorraine cried. “Don’t go, please!” In desperation, Lorraine ran back to the bed and wrapped her hand around his still hard cock. “Don’t go, not yet”, she said with a fearful look in her eyes. “Please!” When Peter felt her hand on him, he turned back to look at her, and their eyes met. He knew he couldn’t leave her like this. He had to have her. In an attempt to make his decision easier, she sunk his hard cock into her mouth again. Lorraine knew that she would do anything to keep him with her. Moaning, he ran his fingers through her hair, savoring the feel of her mouth on his body. Lorraine pulled her mouth away from him and whispered, “I’m yours now. Do whatever you wish with me”. Peter pushed her head back down over his cock, telling her in a sharp breath, “Suck it. Suck it now, you fucking bitch, and don’t you stop until I tell you to”. Lorraine slid her mouth over his cock, sucking him furiously. Her head moved up and down, her hand stroking him, keeping rhythm with the motion of her mouth. She felt his hand on her head, keeping her between his legs, keeping her mouth on his dick. Like a wild a****l now, Peter pulled her mouth off of his rock hard cock and threw her back on the bed. Vaguely, he heard her saying, “Please, don’t hurt me”. Covering her body with his, he looked into her eyes and asked, “Tell me what you want, bitch”. “I want you to fuck me”, Lorraine said in her most seductive voice. “I want your cock inside of me. I want you to make me cum until I scream”. Peter leaned down and pressed a passionate kiss to her lips. Sliding his tongue across her lips, he could feel her shivering in anticipation. He felt her legs opening for him as he settled his body between her thighs. Trailing kisses from her mouth down to her neck, he reveled in the fact that he could elicit these feelings in such a passionate woman. “Please, now. I want you now”, Lorraine whispered in desperation. “I need you so badly. Don’t tease me. You know what I want”. Kissing her, tasting her, rubbing his body over hers, Peter had so many new, wonderful, erotic feelings coursing through his body now. Peter let instinct take over for his inexperience now. His hips guided his cock into her wetness. As she wrapped her legs around his waist and moved her hips against him, Peter thought he had died and gone to heaven. “Oh God! Oh God, this feels so good”, he moaned in breathless ecstasy. “Ohhh, yes, baby”, she murmur in his ear. “It’s so tight, isn’t it? Don’t stop, don’t ever stop”. Slowly, Peter began to thrust his hips, sliding his cock in and out of her. Peter was gasping for air, as he thrust himself deep inside her wet pussy. He could feel her body stretching as he moved in and out of her, unfolding to accommodate his long, hard cock. Peter moved inside of her, deeper and deeper, moaning helplessly in her ear. Their bodies were slamming together faster and faster now. His cock was driving in and out of her body. Sliding his dick out to the very tip, and then thrusting it back in, as hard as he could. The sensations erupting throughout his body were amazing, mind-blowing. “Ohhh God”, Lorraine moaned. “God, you’re gonna make me cum! Please, please, don’t stop, don’t stop!” Peter could feel his cock swelling deep inside of her tight, dripping pussy. His balls were slapping against her ass with each hard, penetrating thrust. Lorraine threw her head back as her orgasm hit her. She tried desperately to draw a breath, but all she could do was cry out in pleasure, as wave after wave of intense pleasure washed over her body. Peter could feel her pussy tighten around his cock as she achieved her orgasm. Her pussy milked his cock like the softest velvet glove. He could feel her fingernails digging into his back as she clung to him for dear life. Peter gave an excruciating scream as his cock exploded inside of her. Wave after wave of hot semen flowed into her. He buried his face in her neck, trying desperately to savor this intense moment. Turning face to face, kissing desperately, tongues meshing, they clung to each other. Peter turned them over so that she was on top of him, as they continued to passionately kiss. Continuing to pump his semi-hard cock slowly in and out of her, they gradually came back to reality. Finally able to catch their breath, their eyes met. “Thank you. You were incredible”, Lorraine whispered in Peter’s ear. Looking at him, she asked him, “So, what’s next? What happens from here?” She asked him uncertainly. Like a k** with a new toy, Peter smiled at her and said, “That’s what I was about to ask you. I think after this, I may need a place to stay. I don’t think that my date is gonna happen now”, he said with a mischievous look on his face. “No great loss”, he said as he rolled them back over to continue what she had started.