Kidnapped teen

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PART ONE

He was a prince.

I was Cinderella.

He was going to rescue me from a life of misery and drudgery and I in return would spend my life worshipping the ground he walked on.

I was seventeen, he was twenty eight.

"You're a fucking fool, Marilyn Sackett, that's what you are!"

Mother held a different view, obviously.

"Momma, don't be that way. He's a nice, man, and he's got money."

"And he's got a look in his eye that you're going to pay for. Let me tell you! You're going to pay!"

"Momma… what do you want me to do, spend the rest of my life here in Sludge Falls!?"

"Don't you be bad-mouthing this town. Your daddy and I've been here all our lives, our parents lived here… it's the place where you come from and it's always going to be the place you call home. Don't you ever kid yourself different!"

She slapped the big mound of dough that she was kneading for emphasis and turned to check the oven temperature. She was baking bread, which she did every three days, whether we were out or not. What was left over, she gave away.

"What would your daddy think if he knew what you was fixing to do?"

"He'd tell me to do what I thought was right, that's what he'd do."

"Yes, and then he'd die from a broken heart."

"Momma, he's already dead."

"Yeah, well, don't be confusing me. If he was alive, it'd kill him."

What I was going to do was marry Elwin Zimmler. Elwin was the oldest son of the local druggist, also named Elwin. My Elwin, however, was nicknamed "Hunter" because that's what he liked to do more than anything. His family had a lodge up in the mountains that they used, although his younger brothers didn't care too much about it… and his daddy was getting too old.

Trouble was, my momma didn't like him. That was all. She just didn't like him. Kept muttering about bad blood, and tainted money, but all I could get out of her was a lot of cryptic references to big cities being dens of iniquity and the fact the money corrupts, no matter who or what it comes in contact with.

Hunter really did have a good bit of it… a lot more than he ever got from his daddy.

And he wasn't too talkative about it.

"Made some investments," was all he'd say.

But I didn't need to know. I was young, and I was in love, and I wasn't wilting to listen too much to what my momma had to say.

I met him when he came into the restaurant where I was a waitress, and we got to talking, and I thought that he was gorgeous, and that he'd changed a lot since the last time I'd seen him, which was about five years earlier when he'd gotten out of the army and came home for a little while. But then he'd gone on to New York, and now, here he was back again, not saying much of anything about what he did in the city, but flashing money around like he had lots more where that came from, and for a little girl like me, just fresh out of high-school, I was impressed and amazed.

Real impressed and real amazed.

He was friendly, and funny, and he seemed to be the kind of person that knew exactly what he was talking about… and who knew exactly how to get what he wanted… and before long he was asking me what I did, and what I wanted to do, and would I maybe consider going out on a date with him somewhere high on my list, and before that night was over, I was in the front seat of his car making out with him, and his hands were crawling all over my tits and up my dress and I felt like maybe I should be more careful, but damn, he was just so damned gorgeous, I couldn't quite bring myself to stop.

So I didn't.

He started to unbutton my blouse, and I let him, looking down at his fingers as they expertly unfastened each button.

I felt a shiver race through me as he pulled the material aside.

My tits were nicely formed, and they were extremely sensitive to touch, particularly if it was a gentle, delicate touch. He had one. In fact, he seemed to know exactly how to make me get aroused, without even seeming like he was putting any effort into it.

I'd gotten so used to clumsy guys from my school pinching me, and getting their cocks stuck in their zippers and coming all over my hands/dress/their jeans/etc., that to suddenly have someone touching me that KNEW what he was doing… it was a shock… and a very pleasant one at that.

His fingers slid easily over the contours of my breasts, and as he pulled my bra straps over my shoulders and unclasped the cups from each other, he complimented me on the way they looked.

I blushed.

"Does that embarrass you to hear me say it?"

"No… I mean… gosh… I've never had anyone tell me like that before."

"Like what?"

"Like… making me feel like it's okay."

"Why wouldn't it be?"

I wasn't sure how to answer, so I fumbled around a moment before I said, "Well, you know how it is… with girls I mean… my momma's always telling me that guys are just dirty, and all they want to do is to… you know… fuck… and…"

"What do you think I've got on my mind?" he asked, smiling. "For that matter, what the hell do you have on your mind, coming out here to make out, and let me take your clothes off, if it's not fucking?"

I felt even more embarrassed, and I was really glad that we were sitting in a dark car. I didn't need him to see my cheeks getting red on top of me feeling silly already.

But there was something about him that made me think it was all right… something that said he was different… and the way that he took my shirt off was only part of it.

He also was real good at making me feel comfortable… and making me feel like instead of running from him… instead of thinking that his designs on me were bad and something that I should avoid, I should be glad… and go after him.

Maybe, like my momma said, I was getting a real good con job.

I didn't feel like it at the time.

I felt like I was getting an education… a much needed education.

He placed his hands on my tits and gently began to squeeze them, manipulating each of my nipples around and around in circular motions… going more and more softly as I got more and more aroused.

He had lots of patience, and that was nice… because I didn't have much experience and if he'd pushed me, I'd have gotten real skittish.

I'd have gotten scared.

Instead, I got hot. Real fast.

I felt a tingling start between my legs, and at first, it was just a pleasant, warm sensation, but pretty soon, I could feel it beginning to localize itself right in my clit. I was already well aware of that little button, and what it could do, and I was more than willing to feel it getting hard and stiff… but I wasn't ready for what he was going to do to it.

He left his hands away from my crotch for a while, and I guess that was good, because it didn't take too long before I started to wonder if he was going to go for my pussy at all. Every boy that I'd ever known shot his hands straight for it, right from the start, and I was always trying to pull them away, or saying things like, "Not so hard," and "Please… go easy on it," and things like that.

With Hunter, I was wishing that he'd do the same thing to my clit that he was doing to my nipples. Which was gently playing with them, making them hard, and making them tingle with the most pleasant sensation that I'd ever experienced.

But he took his time, and the longer he took, the more I wanted him to touch me there between my legs.

I pressed my thighs together, and the pressure seeped down into my cunt, rubbing the inner surface of my pussy lips over the hard shaft of nerve-endings, and the sensations that spilled out through the rest of my body almost at once were so intense that I let out a low moan.

"Are you all right?" he asked.

I started to feel embarrassed again, but I managed to assure him that I was. I'd also felt something else, besides pleasant sensations.

I felt a lot of juice gathering in my panties, seeping through the material and already starting to coat my thighs. They'd rubbed over each other with an oily slickness.

I wanted him to touch me, so bad I was afraid that I was going to do something really silly like ask him to.

And then, I asked myself, "Why not?"

After all, what was wrong with telling him what I wanted? The way he was touching me seemed to suggest that he was interested in making me feel good anyway… I'd never been touched that way by a man before… and it damn sure felt good…

So, I said, "Touch me… touch my pussy. Please…"

He didn't stop. Instead, smiling at me, he pulled his hands away from my breasts and lowered his mouth to my left nipple.

I felt his lips open and surround the hardened bud of flesh, and then he slowly drew it inside his mouth.

The tingling between my legs started to increase, growing to a furious level of intensity… and I felt as if I was starting to float… to feel dizzy… to feel as though I was drifting… sinking… swirling and twirling around in the air…

But it was all taking place inside my head.

And it felt good too. But there was still awful pressure building up inside my cunt… awful in the sense that it was growing stronger and stronger, and it wasn't going to let me alone.

I felt the juices inside my pussy oozing out of my lips, filling the material that coated my cunt slit.

I kept wanting him to touch me… but he didn't.

I asked him again, "Please… touch my cunt. I want to feel you touching me."

Again, he kept sucking on my nipples… harder and harder… bringing his teeth against the sensitive flesh… but my pussy he continued to ignore.

Finally, getting more aroused than I'd ever been before, I reached for his hand (both of them were hanging uselessly at his side) and I started to feed it up my dress aiming it towards my cunt.

He pulled away!

"What's wrong," I finally asked, thinking, that he didn't want me after all.

He chuckled.

"What makes you think something's wrong?"

"Well… don't you want me?"

"Do I look like I don't?"

"But… you won't touch me."

"What's your hurry?"

"Well…"

And I realized that I didn't have an answer.

No answer!

"You're a big girl now, aren't you? You don't have to be home by ten-thirty or anything, do you?"

"NO!" I said, firmly, even though I'd gotten into trouble before with my momma for staying out too late. I knew that this was something special, and it would be even worth risking another fight with my mother.

He smiled again and said, "Fine. Why don't you just settle back, and relax, and we'll take our time."

I did what he told me… leaned against the door… and the car was such an expensive, flashy car that the arm rests were thickly and lavishly upholstered… it was almost like having a pillow to rest my head against.

He now slipped my unbuttoned blouse and my bra off of my body, unhooked my skirt and started to pull that down my legs as well.

I felt the tingling sensations in my cunt increase.

My tits were also feeling more and more swollen with the sensation of arousal… I was getting hot, and I didn't care if he knew it. I could smell my cunt now… spreading my legs and removing my skirt seemed to set lose a cloud of pussy vapor that filled the car.

"My God," he said, bringing his face down between my legs, taking a deep whiff, "you have the sweetest smelling cunt I've ever encountered."

"You like it?" I asked.

"Do you really have to ask?"

Actually, I did. You see… there's something about guys in Sludge Falls, and of course, I had no reason to think that Hunter was any different, that makes them talk about fucking a lot… and go after girls all the time to fuck them, but they really don't like cunts… not when you get right down to it.

They're afraid to touch them… they don't like to do things that turn girls on, particularly if it means that they've got to play with their pussies… and very few of them get any kind of a kick out of pussy-licking.

In fact, I'd never had a guy even ask me if he could lick my pussy, and if it hadn't been for one of my girlfriends finding a dirty book in her brother's closet and the two of us staying up late one night reading it, I wouldn't have known that there even was such a thing.

I didn't think that Hunter would want to lick my pussy either, until he brought his face down between my thighs and told me that I smelled good. I guess I'd always thought my cunt smelled bad. But… he didn't think so.

I was already in love with him, just for that.

He ran his fingers up and down my thighs now… letting the tips dance along the surface of my skin, stroking me softly, gently, as if he really cared about me.

I was lying on my back, in only my panties… and the feeling of his fingers moving all around my cunt but never quite touching it was driving me slowly but steadily out of my mind.

He would start down just above my knees, slowly glide his fingers up my legs, moving the tips around to the inside of my thighs, always keeping the pressure light… deliciously light… and then, just before he reached the wet slit between my pussy lips, he would instead follow the line my thighs made as they joined with my body, tracing along the valley between the tops of my thighs and the mound of my cunt lips.

I could feel the tickling sensation as it shot through my nerve endings, making my clit throb harder and harder… and finally, I started to roll my hips around, trying to intercept the tips of his fingers as he moved them past my cunt slit.

But he was avoiding me… easily… and it just made me more and more insane.

I wanted it now. I wanted not only to feel his fingers on my cunt, I wanted to feel his cock inside me.

I had never wanted it so bad. I'd been fucked before, but there'd always been this feeling of resignation, as if to say, "Oh well, why not..?" but never anything like real lust and desire.

I'd never been turned on before.

But I sure as hell was now. And I didn't think I was going to ever be normal again.

I felt like my body was changing right there, as if I could feel all the changes seeping over me.

I wanted to feel more and more…

I wanted to feel his fingers doing more and more so much so, that finally, I grabbed his wrists and forced his hand to slam right into my cunt.

I almost shot through the side of his car.

It was delicious.

It was the most tasty thing that I'd ever felt in my life.

I screamed… loudly… and felt all my muscles going tense.

"Yes… yes… yes… yes… yes… yes…" I screamed… shaking… shuddering… begging him for more.

And he gave it to me.

That was the best part.

I was ready… and at that moment, I wanted it more than I'd ever wanted anything else in my life.

I don't know how long I could have kept that feeling alive.

I think that pretty soon, I'd have just felt so frustrated that I wouldn't have wanted any more… I'd have just wanted it to stop. Cold.

But no… he caught me at the best point, let the tip of his finger touch my clit, and even though he wasn't pressing hard, the sudden increase in sensation was exactly what I needed.

I felt an electric shock tear through me… and all my muscles went totally rigid.

I cried out… loudly… so loudly that for a moment, I was afraid that someone would hear us.

But then I remembered… he knew the town as well as I did, and he knew all the good make-out spots.

Nobody was going to bother us… and anyone nearby would be more interested in doing the same things we were doing.

He pressed harder now… not much harder, but my clit was so hyper-sensitive that the slightest increase made me do cartwheels.

I felt his fingertips running up and down over my crotch, pressing the material of my panties into the wet gash between my slit, rubbing it over my cunt membranes.

"Oh… yes… yes… yes… yes…" I gasped… "I love it."

"You do, huh? My… I'd never have guessed."

Then he pulled the material off my body.

"Oh yeah… do it… do it… do it to me. Fuck me."

He laughed.

"You're in an awfully big hurry, aren't you?"

"I'm hot. What do you want?"

"Oh… I want the same thing as you do… but I think you should just be patient."

"I can't be. Please… I'm too hot. Fuck me now. Stick your cock in me."

"I will… as soon as I'm ready."

He was holding my panties in his hand now, and as he brought them up to his face to sniff them again, I felt his fingers starting to crawl over my naked pussy.

He slid the tip inside my slit. I felt him pushing the lips aside… slowly, gently… letting the tip of his finger move right up into my hole.

He wouldn't push it in all the way, however. Instead, he left it there.

I started to raise my hips up off the seat. I was so hot, I couldn't stand waiting any longer.

"Please… stick it in. My cunt feels so empty."

He kept laughing at me… I didn't get the feeling that he was being mean or sarcastic or anything… but he wouldn't stop laughing at me, making me feel silly.

"Am I just a silly little girl, or what?"

"No… you're a hot woman… you just act like a silly little girl."

I couldn't decide whether or not he was putting me down, but before I could make up my mind, he just went ahead and started to lower his face down to my cunt.

He took my cunt lips in each hand and pulled them apart.

"You look like a new flower," he said to me.

I'd never heard that before, and at the time, I thought he was one of the most romantic people I'd ever met.

I felt him spreading me apart… pulling my lips up at the same time.

There was a growing sensation in my clit, as the pressure from his fingers against my lips increased.

I could feel that tight, hard bud of nerves moving against the stretched membranes, growing more and more aroused.

"Yes… yes…" I gasped, "I love it. Play with it. Play with my clit."

And then I realized… he was going to eat me! He was going to lick my pussy!

For some reason, I got scared when I first realized that's what he had in mind.

Oh gosh, I thought, maybe he's going to kiss me after he's finished… and that seemed kind of gross.

But then I felt the tip of his tongue touch the exposed head of my clit… and all my doubts vanished.

It was a feeling like I'd never experienced before.

I'd played with my clit many times… I'd played with my cunt hole… I'd pinched my clit…

I knew how to make myself come with my fingers (which was a good thing because up until that night, I'd never found a cock that could do the trick) but this was something so totally different, I thought I was in a different world.

It was as if his tongue had been especially designed to stimulate my clit.

Back and forth, very very rapidly now, fluttering all over my cunt slit, moving up and down the length of my shaft, focusing on the head and then moving up and down the length over and over, he very quickly sent me into a space that I can only describe as sheer bliss.

I was floating.

I was sinking… and it was growing more and more intense every second.

I couldn't control my muscle contractions… either in my pussy hole or anywhere else on my body.

I shook, I shuddered.

"I love it," I cried, spreading my legs as wide as I possibly could.

He kept pulling on my pussy lips, opening them farther and farther, forcing my clit to stand straight up off the surface of my cunt meat.

Then he found my cunt hole… let his tongue dip into that steaming opening, and as he licked all around the quivering rim of the hole, I felt the first waves of orgasm beginning to build inside my cunt, spreading rapidly through my entire abdomen.

He felt them too.

"Are you gonna come," he asked me.

I could hardly speak, but I managed to gasp, "Yes… I think so… I'm close."

So what did he do?

He stopped!

I couldn't believe it.

"Oh God…" I moaned, "make me come. Please… make me come."

Instead, he pulled his cock out of his pants. "I've got a better idea," he said.

He moved up over me, straddling me around my breasts, and aimed his cock for my mouth.

"Suck on this for a moment."

I opened my mouth, still not quite able to see how big his cock was in the darkness, but as soon as the head touched my lips, I no longer had any doubts.

It felt like a massive cucumber.

The sides of the shaft were stiff as iron, and the thing was almost two inches in diameter.

I couldn't quite get the entire thing inside my mouth, without opening my jaws so wide that they started to hurt.

"How's that feel?" he asked me… but since he'd started to play with my cunt again, bringing his hands down behind his back and tickling the tips of his fingers along the edge of my cunt lips, I wasn't sure what he meant.

But then, I didn't care either.

At first, just for a few moments, I felt really weirded out by the idea of sucking a cock.

But that was something that luckily didn't last very long.

After a couple of minutes, I was dragging the surface of my tongue all up and down the thing, licking it like it was an ice-cream cone or something.

I could taste some liquid at the opening… and it was really good, kind of salty but really a delicate flavor.

I just lapped up as much of it as I could.

I was afraid at first that he might push his cock too far into my mouth. I knew that I'd never be able to take the whole thing in… but he was as laid-back with that as he'd been with everything else. He just let my tongue go wherever it felt like going, never forcing it… never trying to make me do more than I was comfortable with… and always those fingers of his… playing around the lips of my pussy.

I felt like I was in heaven. I never wanted it to end.

Finally, he pulled his cock back and he said, "Didn't you say something about sticking this up your cunt?"

"Oh… would you? Would you please?" I said, enthusiastically as I could.

"I might be able to manage it," he teased.

Then, he proceeded to do just that.

He moved around on me, positioning himself between my legs, staring down at my naked body.

"You're really beautiful," he said.

"How do you know? You can hardly see me," I protested.

"I don't need to. I can feel you, and you feel beautiful."

His cock was right up against my pussy now, but still he hadn't shoved it into me.

"Please," I said, feeling more and more pressure building inside my body. "Please fuck me."

He let the head slide between my pussy lips, but he held it up as it began to enter my cunt hole.

I couldn't wait.

Getting carried away with my emotions, I thrust my hips upward, got his cock at just the right angle, and force it to ram right up into my hole.

I hadn't counted on one thing, however… and that was the size of his cock.

I wasn't used to it, and I guess he'd known that already.

It went in, all right, but it hurt bad. And I screamed.

He laughed at me.

"You see… you can't rush this sort of thing. No point to it."

He pulled his cock back out, let it rest against my clit, and then after a moment, began to rub it up and down through the wet tissues of my slit.

I was already feeling better, the sharp pain from that first forced entry disappearing.

"Oh… yes… yes… yes… yes…" I moaned, "I love it… I love it."

He said nothing. Just kept up with that maddening movement. Did I say that his tongue was perfectly designed for my clit? I was wrong. His tongue was merely adequate compared to the sensations that his cock was forcing out of my cunt.

I was starting to feel as if a space was forming inside me… a rapidly expanding space… one that was going to literally consume me.

I felt as if it was turning into a pit… a deep, bottomless pit.

It was as if I was balanced on the edge… and the more he rubbed his cock over my cunt, the less sure I became that I'd be able to maintain my balance.

He kept rubbing… pressing against my clit… but this time, the pressure didn't hurt. It just felt delicious. Maybe it was because his glans was so perfectly curved, or maybe it was because it was still kind of soft and spongy. Whatever, I'd gladly have stayed right there in that one position all night long, letting him do that to me for as long as he wanted.

But soon, I noticed that every time he brought the head of his cock down through my slit, he touched it to the rim of my cunt hole, pressing a little harder each time.

Soon, he was pushing it into me… spreading the muscles of my cunt hole a little harder each time.

The width of his glans was wider than my hole, but the flesh wasn't as hard as the rest of his cock, and the pressure was gentle, easy to take.

The friction was amazing. I could feel every small part of his cock, but there was no rubbing… nothing that hurt. My juices were thickly layered over the surface of my cunt walls and as he kept pushing his cock deeper and deeper into me, the surface of his erect shaft grew just as greasy and wet.

I was losing track of the passage of time.

I only knew that the sensations inside my cunt were growing stronger and stronger, and I had no idea how long it was taking, nor did I care.

I felt more and more of his cock sinking into my cunt with every stroke.

He was starting to hold the thing inside me as he reached the bottom of each stroke.

And finally, I felt the head touching the back wall.

It had taken so long, and he'd done it in such small increments, I hadn't really noticed that he was increasing the depth each time, only that he'd finally managed to bury his entire cock inside my cunt. It was filling me totally!

And then, he began to fuck me… pulling it out, all the way to the opening, letting his glans hang there at the rim, tickling my tissues, and then pushing it back inside me again.

Long, slow strokes… followed then by quick, rapid-fire bursts.

Strokes that buried his cock all the way into my cunt, and strokes that kept only the glans moving in and out, back and forth over the tight muscles of the rim of my cunt hole.

I wrapped my legs around the small of his back, pressing his hips down harder on my body.

It also allowed me to anchor my own hips more solidly, providing me with a support as I thrust back at his jabbing cock.

In and out!

Out and in!

Harder.

Faster.

Deeper.

"Yes…" I said softly, my voice sounding distant to me. "Yes… yes… yes…"

"You feel my cock?"

"Oh God yes… it's wonderful."

"Do you want me to keep it up?"

"Don't stop… don't stop… oh please don't ever stop. Just keep fucking me."

Back and forth, rocking against the springs of the front seat of his car, bouncing back against each deep thrust of his cock.

I couldn't believe how good it felt, how intense the sensations were that continued to boil up out of the depths of my pussy.

Back and forth…

In and out… Faster and faster…

Harder and harder…

Deeper and deeper…

"Oh yes… yes… yes…" I cried again, more loudly this time. "I'm coming," I said finally, feeling those waves of orgasmic fury starting to gather in the muscles and tissues of my cunt.

"Don't stop," I begged him. "Let me come. I want to come."

He suddenly reached beneath my ass, pulling me against him tightly.

He started to drill me now with his cock.

He'd been hard and sure before, but now he was like a demon.

Moving so fast I couldn't even count the separate strokes, he started to churn the insides of my cunt, whipping the thick juices to a frothy lather.

The waves kept building… gathering more and more pressure…

"Oh… oh… oh… oh… oh… oh… oh!!!Oh!!! Oh!!! Oh!!! Oh!!! Ohhhhhhhhhhh!!!"

It hit me. I felt the insides of my cunt seem to explode, and the rest of my body, all my nerves… my muscles… my brain… they all went berserk.

I screamed… but the intensity of the vibrations inside my body grew too strong for me, and finally, I was forced to lapse into silence while the waves just rolled over me.

I kept grinding my hips against his cock, never letting the pressure relax… and he kept drilling me, sink his cock all the way into my cunt again and again and again.

And then, I felt him come.

It was beautiful. A hot glob of jism shot from inside his cock, blasting through my pussy, filling me with more juice than I could possibly hold.

The stuff started to ooze out the sides of my cunt hole, spreading rapidly over my thighs and my stomach.

He continued to pump into me, however, never stopping or losing a beat.

I felt more globs of cum flowing out of his cock, filling me.

Wad after wad… thick, hot juicy jism.

"Oh yeah… fill me with your cum," I said to him. "Fill me up with your hot jism."

It was fantastic. And when we were finally finished, and we'd had a chance to relax, to catch our breath and my brain had returned to normal, and he said, "I'd like to see you again," there was no doubt in my mind that I'd gladly follow him anywhere. I was already hooked.