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Prologue.

This is the first of what hopefully will become a series regarding the exploits of a modern day "Man With No Name". Mr Smith, a nameless, faceless apparition who appears out of the mist to locate his next victim, quickly and silently executes his careful plan, and then vanishes without so much as a trace leaving carnage in his wake.

In this episode, a random encounter at a supermarket starts events in motion that will lead a 30-something suburban family woman to learn what so many women have already discovered. Once you meet Mr Smith, your life is forever changed.

The story is split into twelve separate posts in order to give the reader a bit of a break from one long post-wall.

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The Krogers was packed, it was a Saturday after all. As Molly began loading the groceries onto the belt, she paid almost no notice to the man waiting in line behind her. For the better part of an hour, she also did not notice that he had discretely followed her through the entire store from a safe distance, watching her. Now, barely five feet from her, Smith stole quick glances at the woman with whom he had become immediately and intensely infatuated just moments before. The light blouse Molly wore was loose and airy, but failed to hide the curve of her 36 inch breasts, and below the fitted denim shorts that flatteringly outlined her butt, Smith eagerly followed Molly’s athletic legs down to the sandals that showed off her shapely feet and pretty toes, polished a shiny medium red. Casually positioning himself in Molly’s way, Smith let her bump into him as she moved around the shopping cart to empty the seat area of smaller items. Startled, she looked up at him and apologized with an embarrassed chuckle. For the first time, Smith had an opportunity to get a really good look at her. Smith figured Molly for 35, maybe 40. She was about 5’3 and 135 pounds, a good 10 inches shorter and 60 pounds lighter than Smith and the first specks of dark gray had begun to weave themselves lightly into the curly black hair that fell over her shoulders. Her face was an odd combination of all-business and friendliness. The shallow crow’s feet around her eyes were more the product of her intense gaze than the course of aging, but they were softened by the gentle slope of her nose and her full lips that curved up into what seemed to be a permanent semi-smile. The soft fragrance of Molly’s perfume excited Smith as he looked down into Molly’s large brown eyes and smiled gently, insisting the fault was entirely his. Both then returned to the tasks at hand and, after Molly completed her transaction and gathered her two middle-school aged kids, went their separate ways. That was the first meeting between Molly and Mr Smith. It would not be the last.

For the past two weeks, Smith had been stalking Molly’s house trying to figure out some way to get inside when she was alone. From the minute he followed her home from their initial encounter, Smith knew it was a good location. The house was located at the end of a cul-de-sac but only two quick rights off the main road. It backed up to the freeway embankment, so the back yard ended in woods behind the house. The pie-shaped layout of the block put each neighbor several hundred feet to each side. So the location was nearly ideal for privacy. Accessing it was not quite so easy, however, and Smith had spent hour upon hour trying to figure out a time to strike that would allow both undetected entry to Molly’s house and ample time to spend with her once inside. Part of the problem took care of itself near the end of the first week when Molly’s son and daughter left for summer camp. Her husband usually left for work around 7:30 am and returned around 6 pm, so Molly was home alone most of the day aside from errands and such, so time would not be an issue. But how to gain access unseen and unheard by neighbors and undetected by the home security system? That was the question.

Now, fifteen days into his surveillance of the house, Smith contemplated giving up on the pretty housewife. As he drove past the cul-de-sac, however, the solution literally nearly ran right into him. Crossing the intersection, Smith was nearly broad-sided by the white panel truck turning into the dead end. On the side of the truck, Smith saw the words “Gardner Mountain Springs” written in a large oval. Smith watched as the truck stopped directly in front of Molly’s house. The driver got out of the truck and took two five gallon jugs to the door and rang the bell. A moment later, the door opened and the delivery driver disappeared into the house. A moment after that, he re-emerged carrying two empty jugs in place of the full ones. Molly and the driver exchanged waves, and like that he was gone. Out on the main road, Smith pulled into a convenience store, still processing what he had seen. He now remembered he had seen the driver before, exactly two weeks before at almost the exact same time, which Smith now noted. He sat for a moment shaking his head and smiling at the irony of it. After more than two weeks of trying to figure out how he would get into the house quickly and silently, the answer was shockingly mundane. Molly would simply invite him in, right through the front door.
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Two weeks later, Smith again took his vantage point to watch Molly’s husband leave the house at his appointed time. As he did, Smith slid the cell phone out of his pocket and dialed the number scrawled on the paper in his shirt pocket. The phone was answered on the third ring.

“Gardner Mountain...Chuck speaking.” answered the young-sounding fellow over the warehouse noise behind him.

“Hey, Chuck!” Smith replied cheerfully. “Don Cardillo, over on Hampton Court.”

“Hey Mr Cardillo,” Chuck replied in greeting. “How are you doing?”

“Good, thanks.” Smith answered. “Hey, Chuck...I almost forgot to call. We’re going to be away few days, so we won’t need the delivery today.” Smith heard Chuck shuffle through a stack of papers, doubtless the day’s delivery manifest.

“Sure thing, Mr Cardillo.” Chuck said. “Put you back on for next week?”

“That sounds, good.” Smith answered. “Thanks, Chuck. Okay, take care.”

Smith put his cell phone away and drove to his rented outdoor storage unit, a larger unit with both a pull-down and a regular door...the kind used by landscapers to house their trailers and lawn machinery. Entering the door, Smith walked to a late-model white van and opened the back doors. From the back of the van, Smith pulled out the two magnetic signs that he had made earlier in the week. Taken from the company’s website and printed on magnetic backing on Smith’s own color printer, they were almost indistinguishable from the real thing. Anyone who looked at the van would be immediately convinced the otherwise unremarkable white van was part of the Gardner Mountain delivery fleet.

Smith stripped naked and changed into his outfit. First, he put on a skimpy G-string that snapped on the sides. It was basically a thin strip of fabric on the sides and down the back. A flimsy square of fabric in front was left with the burden of barely containing Smith’s large cock and full testicles and it did so grudgingly. Panty was probably too generous a term for this article. It was basically a glorified dick-bag. Next, he pulled on the blue canvas pants that also snapped all the way up the sides. The light blue polo shirt with the Gardner Springs logo, again printed from his own printer onto transfer paper and hot-ironed onto the polo, finished the outfit. The dark blue ball-cap was the clincher. To all appearances, he was a driver on his rounds. Nobody would pay an ounce of attention to this nondescript delivery man. He was, for all intents and purposes, invisible.

Smith sat in the van for about an hour waiting and relaxing, reading the newspaper with the radio playing quietly. He was nothing if not extremely patient. Although he was already aroused with anticipation, Smith had ingested a Viagra pill a half hour earlier to enhance his performance, and it was now slowly starting to take hold. In another half hour, its effect would be unstoppable. He pulled the white van out of the locker stall and pulled his red Mustang inside, lowered the pull-down door and locked it securely. As he eased past the gates of the storage facility and merged into morning traffic, nobody so much as gave him a glance. The Gardner Mountain truck was on its route, and it had only one delivery to make today.
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Molly finished her workout about 8:00 am. As the closing credits of the aerobics program crawled across the screen, she turned off the television and went upstairs to shower. With the kids gone, there was nothing pressing on today’s schedule and Molly thought she might go into town for a “me” day, maybe get her hair colored and perhaps a manicure. She remembered to mention to Don before he left that she would probably be “under the hood” today so she might not answer her cell phone if he called. She only had to meet the water guy and then the rest of her day would be free.

Stepping from the shower, Molly put on a pastel pink low rise panty and a loose pair of jogging shorts. She pulled on a one size too big t-shirt and slipped on a pair of white cotton socks that rose just above the ankle. She had no intention of going out in such casual attire, but it would do while her hair dried and she waited for the water delivery. At 8:55 am, Molly sat on the edge of her bed towelling her damp hair, when she was startled by the buzz of the doorbell over the intercom. Walking to the bedroom door, Molly pressed the Call button.

Smith steered the van down Central Avenue, turned onto Forest Street, then onto Hampton Court. The house loomed directly ahead of him, drawing ever closer as he eased into the cul-de-sac. Casually scanning the street, Smith couldn’t have hoped for better conditions. The driveways on either side were empty, the neighbors obviously at work or wherever they spent their days. Smith swung the van into the exaggerated circle of the court and pulled alongside the curb in front of the house. He got out of the van and stretched casually. Walking to the back of the van, Smith opened the door and removed two empty five gallon water jugs. He gripped them as if they were full and walked up the drive past Molly’s car, up the walk and onto the covered porch. After one last casual glance to make sure he was not being observed, Smith put the water jugs down and rang the bell.

“Hello?” crackled the female voice in the speaker just below the doorbell.

“Hi. Water Delivery.” Smith replied into the speaker. “Should I just leave it here?” he asked.

“Wait!” Molly said hurriedly. “Can you bring them in for me?”

After a brief pause and in a pleasant-masking-impatient voice, Smith replied. “Uhhhh...yeah, sure. Okay.”

The speaker clicked off.

Smith took his place directly in front of the door. His knees were bent and his shoulders tilted slightly forward, ready to spring to life in an instant. He heard Molly’s footsteps coming quickly down the stairs and approach the door. The dead-bolt tumbled with a solid click, and Smith watched the door handle turn and the door swing free of jamb. Molly appeared in the doorway, directly in front of Smith who greeted her with a large, friendly smile. When she saw him, she looked up at him and returned his smile without the slightest look of recognition in her eyes.

Molly was glad she caught him. Don’s back hadn’t been the same since the accident and it was difficult for him to lift the large unwieldy bottles. Luckily, the drivers were always happy to bring the bottles into the pantry for her. She was relieved to have caught the fellow before he drove off. She hurried down the stairs and skip-stepped to the front door. She didn’t want to hold up the driver, and she was anxious to get to town once he was gone. She opened the door expecting to see Mitch or Andy, the usual drivers on the route. She didn’t recognize this fellow. He was probably a fill-in guy. Well, whoever he was, he seemed pleasant enough and Molly was glad to see him. Now she could get on with her day.

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Smith’s hand darted out so fast that Molly never saw it coming. Her words stopped in mid sentence as Smith’s hand wrapped itself around her neck and squeezed, simultaneously cutting off her air supply and pinching her carotid arteries. Molly choked loudly and her head snapped back as Smith grabbed her throat and lifted her as he pushed his way through the door, pushing Molly backward on her toes into the foyer, nearly lifting her off her feet. With his free hand, Smith quickly shut the front door. Outside the door, everything was perfectly normal. It had taken less than ten seconds.

Inside, however, all was definitely not normal. Molly was being dragged further into the foyer by her attacker, desperately seeking air and in danger of passing out from the lack of blood flow. Smith took three long strides which Molly helplessly matched with eight or ten tip-toe steps backwards, unable to stop herself from going wherever Smith led her. When they reached the staircase, Smith shoved Molly back forcefully, slamming her head into the stair risers and nearly cracking a baluster with the force of the impact.

Molly was taken completely by surprise. Cut off in mid sentence, she suddenly couldn’t breathe as she felt herself being lifted almost off her feet and led inside by the man she quickly realized was no ordinary delivery driver. She clutched at the hand around her throat, but his grip was iron and she was powerless to resist him as he dragged her further into her home. As she stumbled backwards into the hallway, Molly struggled for air against the pressure on her throat and she was already becoming dizzy from the constriction of her carotid arteries. When her head slammed against the stair rails, it was lights out. Molly’s arms dropped to her sides and her knees unhinged as she immediately lost consciousness. Smith’s hand around her neck was the only thing keeping her standing, and she slumped helplessly as Smith lowered his hand, released his grip, allowing her to crumple to the floor in a heap. She came to quickly and lay there in a gasping, dizzy haze, rapidly blinking her eyes blankly as the room spun wildly around her.

Smith was on her as soon as she hit the ground. He grabbed Molly by the hair and yanked her to her knees, pain searing into her scalp. Molly slumped down sitting on her heels, unable to stop the room from spinning. She could not even see Smith circling her ominously, but she could sense him looming over her. Smith yanked Molly by the hair to her feet causing her to wince in pain. Molly’s knees were made of jello, and she sagged when he let go of her hair. As she fell, Smith grabbed the collar of her t-shirt and pulled upward violently. The collar failed with the force of his tug, and as Molly collapsed to her knees, her own weight caused the t-shirt to tear away with a loud ripping noise.

Smith stood over her with the tattered t-shirt in his fist, holding it out for her to see. He stood over her for a moment, leering down at Molly with an evil grin before tossing the ruined garment to the floor. He yanked the polo shirt over his head and threw it on the floor and then grabbed the thighs of his pants and pulled them quickly forward. The snaps gave way and the pants came off him with a single tug, joining the polo shirt with a casual toss. Smith circled the helpless woman, flexing his muscles and posing for her in the G-string, thrusting out his hips to accentuate the obscene bulge in his crotch. Smith studied Molly for a few moments as he circled her, taking in the sight of her slumped in front of him, half in the living room and half in the foyer. His already stiff cock hardened even more at the sight of Molly’s naked breasts perched above her ribs, holding their shape nicely against gravity and heaving as she struggled to catch her breath.

Smith lifted Molly to her feet by the arms and lifted them over her head. Holding her under her upper arms, he roughly twisted her from side to side, a process Smith called “racking”. Molly’s tits jiggled violently from side to side, first to the left and then the right. They came to rest after a single bounce, impressing Smith with their firmness, even more so considering she was pushing 40. Sliding his right hand around her waist, Smith let Molly’s arms fall to her side and held her up as she sagged into him. He lowered his mouth to Molly’s and kissed her roughly on the lips, cupping Molly’s right breast in his left hand and letting her half inch nipples press firmly into his palm as he kneaded the spongy flesh. Supporting her back with his arm, Smith moved his face to Molly’s tits and took a mouthful of her right breast, sucking it deeply and letting his tongue play over the large, firm nipple and quarter sized areola.

Molly was aware of what was happening, and in her mind she was resisting violently. In reality, however, she was sporting a moderate concussion and bruised windpipe that made everything appear to her in blurry shadows and made her feel like she had just gotten off a terrible carousel. What she intended as slaps and punches were weak pushes that did little more than excite Smith with the feel of her smooth hands unwittingly caressing his chest and shoulders. When Smith kissed her, she tried to spit his tongue out of her mouth. What she did instead was weakly push her tongue against his instead of avoiding it. Now, with her right nipple being painfully suctioned deeply into Smith’s mouth, she again attempted to push him away and instead succeeded only in loosely holding him. She felt Smith switch to her left breast and suck that nipple as deeply and painfully as the right. Smith ran his tongue from Molly’s underarms, around and under the curve of her breasts, and up her cleavage line until both breasts were completely covered with a wet coating of his saliva. He guided Molly to the floor and let her fall flat on her back on the living room carpet.
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By now, Smith was confident that Molly could at least somewhat focus on him although she was unable to move in any useful way. Standing between her feet, Smith gave her a couple of muscle-man poses, leering perversely at her as he lowered his hand to his crotch. He cupped his hand over the bulge in front, which by now had grown so large and hard that the front of the waistband was sitting a full inch and a half off his pubis. Smith yanked hard and the G-string disappeared with two loud pops as the waist snaps gave way. Molly looked on in horror as Smith’s cock leapt free of its confines and sprang out and up to its full length, falling with two heavy bounces before coming to rest at a slight upward angle and a gentle curve along its nearly eight inches, mimicking the horn of an evil rhinoceros. Confronted by Smith’s cock, Molly tried to thrash and struggle, but in her concussed state she could only manage a meek squirming as he towered over her. Smith put his hands on his hips and thrust his pelvis forward, giving Molly a full presentation. He ran his hand slowly from the swollen glans down to the bulging base of his cock before wrapping his fist around it firmly and giving it two or three hard tugs.

Smith kneeled at Molly’s calves, leaned forward and took hold of the waistband of her jogging shorts. He slid them slowly down her legs, his hands running slowly over the contours of Molly’s athletic thighs and calves before pulling them off and tossing them aside. Taking hold of her hips once again, Smith slid his hands into the waist of Molly’s panties. Even more slowly this time, Smith again let his hands run slowly over the smooth skin of Molly’s legs as he guided the panties over her thighs and calves. Smith pulled the panties loose of Molly’s ankles and over her feet until they were free. Smith held the pink panty to his face and snuggled it before raising it over his head in both hands triumphantly. He stretched one of the legs and pulled the panty over his head and down around his neck, wearing it like a pink cotton necklace.

Smith did not immediately address Molly’s pubic area. Instead, he lifted her left leg by the ankle. Holding her calf, Smith slid the cotton anklet over Molly’s heel and off her foot. He was pleased to see that her toes were polished the same color that she wore during their first encounter at the grocery store. Smith kissed each of Molly’s toes and then slowly dragged his tongue along the top of her foot, up her instep and over her ankle. He gently bit her Achilles tendon and then let her leg fall so that her calf was lying over his right thigh. He repeated the process with her right foot, stripping it, kissing and licking it from toe to ankle. Then he began the long, slow climb up Molly’s legs.

First the right leg and then the left, Smith kissed and licked his way up Molly’s calves, over her knees and up her thighs. Her freshly shaved skin was smooth as glass and her flesh gave slightly as he nibbled at her legs with his teeth. As he climbed, he pushed her legs further apart until his face was mere inches from Molly’s neatly trimmed pubic patch. Smith kissed her thighs passionately, biting her gently as his tongue glided up the inside of her legs. He guided Molly’s legs around his head and over his back and then, finally, turned his attention to the pretty prize he had waited all this time to claim.

Molly’s pubic hair was trimmed in a triangle that climbed about four inches above her vagina, the bottom edge of the triangle disappearing between her thighs. Smith leaned in and kissed the half-inch thick mound of hair and let Molly’s soft musk play in his nostrils. Had Smith not known she had two kids, he would not have believed it from the look of Molly’s vagina. The soft pink lips were tucked smartly into the labia and the mound itself bore little evidence of two decades of an active sex life. This woman obviously took care of herself, and Smith’s arousal reached another level as he studied her sex. Smith looked up into Molly’s face and blew a kiss. Then he lowered his face to her crotch and slid his tongue inside her.
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Molly threw her head back when Smith’s tongue slipped between her labia and into her vagina. She squirmed helplessly and futilely attempted to pull her thighs free of the strong arms wrapped around them. She tried to kick at Smith’s back but could only meekly slap at him with her heels. Smith drove his tongue deeply into Molly’s pussy, savoring the taste of her sweet sex. He took long, full licks, starting just above Molly’s perineum, entering from the bottom edge, plunging in to the full depth of his tongue, driving through the front edge, and finally dragging his tongue through Molly’s pubic mound until the soft hair was matted with spit. Smith repeated the process over and over again, thoroughly enjoying the sweet tasting flesh. Molly’s right leg slipped off Smith’s back and lay alongside him. Turning slightly to one side, Smith’s cock rested against Molly’s calf, and the feel of her soft skin against his pulsating weapon drove him over the edge. He must have her. Now.

Smith took a few last licks at Molly’s delicious pussy and then slowly climbed her, prying her legs open as he mounted her. As he got to chest level, Smith began kissing and licking Molly’s neck. He bit her chin as he climbed to face level and then pushed his mouth roughly against hers. She could smell herself on Smith’s breath as he kissed her and taste herself as his tongue rode along her gum line and xylophoned over her teeth. Smith pressed his chest into Molly’s, enjoying the way her tits crushed into him, her nipples rubbing against his as he grinded against her. As he kissed her, Smith began to line up his cock with Molly’s vagina, which still dripped with his saliva. The head of his cock brushed aside her pubic hair and slid along the labia and onto her mound. He coiled his hips back and his cock slid down to the entry to Molly’s body. He readied himself to strike.

Crushed against the living room floor by her large attacker, Molly was finally able to resist a little bit. She tried to turn her face from his relentless lips and tongue and she managed to slap at his back and shoulders, but he was far too strong and heavy to push him off her. The sensation of Smith’s cock rubbing her pussy put her in full defense mode, and she began to sway her hips from side to side to prevent him from lining her up. The strategy succeeded for a little while as Smith’s first few attempts slid harmlessly down along Molly’s crotch or up over her pubic hair. But before long, Smith realized the ruse and in a few moments he had timed her movements. He coiled himself back and lined his cock up with dead center, waiting patiently as Molly’s pussy swung past his cock one last time. When she returned to the middle, her pussy lined itself up perfectly with the head of Smith’s cock. At that exact instant, Smith drove his hips forward forcefully, cleanly breaching Molly’s vagina with one strong, smooth stroke.

Molly cried out as Smith entered her. She felt the head of his cock drive into her and the walls of her vagina being brutally pried apart by his girth. Smith matched Molly’s cry with his own cry of pleasure. He made nearly five inches with the first thrust before meeting resistance. He pulled back slowly and drove in again, making the same four-plus inches. He repeated the process patiently for the first few moments. He knew Molly’s body would have to defend itself eventually, and in a few minutes it did. Slowly, Molly’s pussy began to moisten in self-defense simply to avoid being torn by the large invader into her soft flesh. Soon, Smith’s cock began to lightly coat with Molly’s vaginal fluid, slickening him. He stopped for a moment, looked Molly directly in the eye, and then drove his hips forward, hilting himself inside her.

Soon, Smith found a comfortable rhythm inside Molly, withdrawing back slowly until only the head remained and then driving forward forcefully until his balls crushed into the cheeks of her ass. Molly’s pussy gripped him securely as he ground himself against her inner walls and bottomed out heavily with each forward thrust. He was lying flat upon her, his ribs and chest pressed into hers and his thighs bent and pushed slightly under hers, causing Molly to involuntarily wrap her legs around his waist in her struggles.
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Molly thrashed as Smith raped her. The pain in her vagina was intense, and she felt suffocated as he pressed her into the carpet. She tried to resist his intrusion into him by squeezing her vaginal muscles tightly, but this only intensified the pain as his stiff cock rudely pried her open. She slapped at his shoulders and pounded on his back, in her panic not realizing that this simply turned him on and heightened his excitement. Every time she tried to kick him, her leg slid up his thigh and ended up harmlessly draped over his hip, which also threw gasoline on Smith’s roaring lust.

Smith was right in Molly’s face, kissing and licking her wildly. He put his tongue on her chin and slid it up her jawline and over her cheeks. Putting his tongue on the tip of Molly’s nose, Smith slid it slowly all the way up the bridge and between her eyes before dragging it heavily over her forehead. Molly tossed her head from side to side to escape Smith’s mouth, but each time she turned her head he simply drove his tongue into whichever ear she left exposed. There was no escape from Smith’s lust, and Molly began to sob in despair.

Smith may have intended to appear smooth in taking care of business with the pretty soccer mom, but that was not the case. With his teeth clenched and his lips pulled back, Smith looked more like a snarling beast than a leading man. His burning gaze and dilated pupils gave him an air of madness, and his grunts of pleasure with each thrust had the sound of someone who might lose control of his lust. He reached his right hand under Molly’s neck and through her hair, finally grasping the back of her head. He was pounding her now with long hard strokes that jarred her violently with each impact, sending shockwaves through her body and causing her legs to jerk against his thighs with every thrust.

Smith’s cock churned Molly’s pussy relentlessly. The room was filled with the sounds of Smith’s pleasured grunts, Molly’s tortured sobs, and their bodies rubbing and jarring together. The sweet smell of rape wafted softly in the air. Every nerve ending in Smith’s body was burning with excitement and his cock ached with arousal. Molly could feel every inch of Smith’s cock grinding inside her. When he held a thrust inside her for a few seconds, she could actually feel the engorged blood vessels pulsating against her vaginal walls. Smith was hurting her now. Although she had had intercourse literally hundreds of times, she had in no way been prepared for the brutal violation she was now subject to. Barely fifteen minutes ago she was planning a carefree day in town, and now she was sprawled out naked on the floor of her own living room being mauled by a monster.

Smith was earning every penny of it now. His hips drove forward powerfully with each thrust and his ass climbed into the air each time his backed arch on the withdrawal. Molly’s moist warmth was surprisingly snug but still yielding, which allowed her pussy to grip his cock securely but still be forced apart easily with each stroke. He rested on the arm under her head and used his free hand to run over Molly’s body, groping and squeezing her thigh and breast and occasionally gripping her face to kiss her passionately. Smith was panting with lust now, grunting and crying out in ecstasy with each terrible impact. He felt his cock begin to swell and his balls pull up into his scrotum. He knew he was about to cross over.

At this point, Molly was just trying to survive the horrible assault. She was crying as Smith brutalized her, but she was no longer fighting to escape. Now she just wanted to live through this nightmare. Looking into Smith’s face terrorized Molly like nothing she had known before. He was simply primal in his lust, and she feared for her life even after she had come to terms with the involuntary forfeit of her marriage vows. With his grunting and slobbering, Smith sounded to Molly more like an animal in the jungle than a human being. She felt him drive her with about a dozen especially brutal thrusts, jarring her against the floor and causing her to wince with the pain in her vagina. Then he took one last thrust and hilted, holding himself full-depth inside her. Smith called out her name a few times and put his face directly in front of hers, and their eyes locked. Molly saw Smith’s eyes roll back in his head as he cried out.
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Every muscle in Smith’s body spasmed simultaneously as he ejaculated. His cock swelled until it strained his skin tight and fired the first shot into Molly’s vagina. Sperm rushed from the shaft of Smith’s cock and blasted from the head in a hard squirt, sending the first wave of hot liquid flowing up into Molly’s womb. A second heavy blast leapt from Smith’s pulsating cock, followed a couple seconds later by a third. Smith pressed his face into Molly’s as he cried out in pleasure with each spasm of climax. His entire body jarred and shook with each wave of orgasm and his open mouth mushed itself over Molly’s cheek with every shockwave.

Molly felt Smith’s semen squirting inside her. The hot juice spilled over her cervix and coated her insides. With every squirt, she could feel his cock flexing and pulsating against her vaginal walls. She wept as he came inside her. Semen flooded over Smith’s cock, and as he pulled back slightly, a large dollop of thick white sperm pulled out of Molly’s cunt and down the crack of her ass before dripping down onto the carpet in a small puddle. Smith kissed Molly’s face furiously as he came, his hand clamped behind her head pulling her face up to him and grasping a handful of soft curly hair that was still slightly damp and smelled of floral shampoo. The fourth and fifth shots delivered less of the hot, sticky mess but were no less intense. By the sixth shot, Smith was pretty much dry, but the spasms of climax continued for another half-dozen violent contractions.

Finally spent, Smith collapsed on top of Molly with his face in her hair. His chest heaved as he sucked in huge breaths of air and his entire body twitched as his muscles spasmed with the release of post-orgasmic energy. Molly lay beneath him, arms and legs splayed to the sides, sobbing pitifully while being pressed under his dead weight. Smith’s breath roared in her ear as he snuggled his face into her hair. The lay awhile in their obscene embrace until Smith lifted himself onto the elbow under Molly’s shoulder and slowly rolled himself off her, collapsing next to her on the floor.

Smith and Molly lay next to each other on the living room floor, he in the glow of victory and conquest and she in the gloom of shame and defeat. Her left arm was pinned under his mid back and his right arm was pinned under her neck, his right leg still draped over and tangled with her left thigh and her left foot lying against his calf. Smith’s cock flopped over his right hip, wet with the warm mixture of sperm and vaginal fluid. Even now, completely spent, Smith’s cock was beginning to stir as the Viagra began to override the body’s need to recuperate. He lay for a while, regaining his strength and enjoying the sight, feel and smell of the squirming woman trying to pull free of him.

Molly lay for a moment sucking in deep breaths of air, finally able to breathe free of Smith’s weight. Her left arm and leg were pinned under Smith. Between her thighs, Molly could feel the sticky wetness inside her and the crawly trickle of sperm as it slid down her battered crotch. Her vagina throbbed and ached as if someone had driven a wedge of wood inside her. Sex was one thing, she was used to sex. This was different. This was a lightning attack, an unsolicited invasion for which nothing could prepare her physically or emotionally. The suddenness and brutality of the attack had taken her completely by surprise and Smith had hurt her deeply. She lay sobbing next to him, and taking a peek between the twin mounds of her bite-mark imprinted breasts, Molly could see Smith’s horrible cock already begin to play on his hip with new life.
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With some effort, Molly pulled her arm free from under Smith’s back. She managed to pull herself up to her elbows, a bit surprised that Smith let her head raise off his hand without pulling her back down. Then she slowly slid her leg out from under Smith’s, his cock rising a little in response to the friction of her skin against his as she pulled free. Molly turned until she was on her elbows, then shakily got to all fours. She was disoriented, but only knew she had to get away. On her first attempt at crawling, Molly went face down on the carpet before torturously climbing back to hands and knees to try again. Slowly she began to inch away from the animal lying next to her.

Smith watched silently as Molly began crawling away. She looked like a newborn foal, her elbows shaking to hold her up and her legs dragging forward as if made of cement. He let her crawl, making no effort to stop her. At this rate, it would take her an hour just to get to the front door twelve feet away, but as it was Molly had turned the wrong way in her confusion and was heading deeper into the house toward the kitchen. Smith sat up on his elbow and studied her as she trudged forward, his resting cock growing more and more aroused with each passing second. Molly’s hair hung loosely over her face and her breasts hung down but maintained their shape nicely, which Smith’s cock took appreciative notice. Her back was rubbed slightly pink from the carpet and her ass cheeks had the slight imprint of the carpet’s pattern pressed into them.

As Molly passed the curio shelf, Smith caught sight of the carved wood clock, which read “9:28”. He was surprised to realize that the entire attack had taken only 32 minutes. It felt as if he had been there for three hours. Smith sat up on the carpet watching her, and then slowly got to his feet. He stretched his body and took a deep breath. Along with the satisfaction of conquest, the Viagra filled Smith with sexual hunger once more and he stood for a moment reveling in his lust. He caught sight of himself in the hall mirror and was surprised to see his cock standing fully erect. He stared at his naked body in the mirror for a moment, admiring his own physique and the thick frosting of body fluids coating his cock. He flexed in the mirror and posed suggestively, letting his cock reach for the sky while simultaneously allowing gravity cause it to hang ominously. He turned his attention back to the broken housewife attempting to escape.

Smith strolled casually toward Molly and looked down at her making slow progress up the hallway. He went to his knees next to her and turned to her, his cock slipping under her and pinning itself to her belly. Smith cupped his hands over Molly’s shoulders and ran them slowly over her upper arms and then back to the shoulders. His hands slid over her underarms, down her sturdy rib cage and then along the curve of her waist. Smith reached his left hand under her chest and cupped Molly’s left breast firmly, letting its weight rest in his palm. With his right hand, Smith slowly rubbed Molly from the back of her right knee, up the back of her thigh, over her ass with a pause for one or two light squeezes, up the curve of her back and finally around the back of her neck. Then his hand came slowly down the left side of Molly’s back until ending up with a handful of her left butt cheek. He repeated this process a few times while kneading her tit hungrily and rubbing his cock against her firm but soft belly.
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Molly felt Smith’s hands take hold of her and she could do nothing about it. She had no strength to even protest as his hands ran over her body and rudely squeezed her breast. His hard cock felt like a pool cue shoved into her tummy, still moist with their sex. All she could do was try and escape, continuing to crawl at her snail’s pace even as his knees came down between her heels as he swung in behind her. She felt Smith bend down and kiss the small of her back and then slimy wetness as his tongue ran slowly up her back and between her shoulder blades, his hands trailing along her lower and then upper back as he climbed. Smith nibbled Molly’s neck as he pressed his body against hers. His cock trailed along her butt crack and rested on her tailbone as he kissed her. He subtly coiled his hips and let his cock slip down to Molly’s anus, and Molly steeled herself for the inevitable.

Smith gripped Molly’s shoulder with his right hand and her hip with his left. He pressed the head of his cock against Molly’s anus just forcefully enough to get the head inside her. Molly sucked air loudly as Smith’s tip breached her. She expected him to destroy her, but instead he eased himself forward slowly an inch at a time. Rather than resist and tear, Molly’s ass instinctively tried to accommodate Smith’s size, stretching to fit around his slowly probing cock. Still, the pain in her rectum was intense and Molly cried out as Smith tunneled into her, her breathing coming in loud pants.

Smith paused a bit at each inch to allow Molly’s ass to acclimate itself to him. About halfway, he draped himself over Molly’s back, spooning against her. Still trying to crawl free, Molly was pushed forward by Smith’s weight and forward momentum against her ass, and her hips sagged causing her to slump to her elbows. As they went to the floor, Smith brought the final couple inches into Molly’s ass. He lay hilted inside her for a moment and molded his body to hers, his chest on her back and his legs fitted to hers. He rested on his left elbow and used his right hand to caress Molly’s tits, alternating from one to the other every few seconds.

Smith slowly drew his cock back its full length until only the head remained pinched in Molly’s anus. Then he came forward again, slowly and easily but without stopping this time. He hilted this time in one smooth stroke. Then he pulled back once more and plunged forward a third time. Molly groaned in agony as Smith’s thrusts began to add up and he assumed a steady rhythm of tip-to-balls that sent flames of pain up her rectum. Even as gentle as Smith was, a large cock tunneling into her ass was the last thing Molly was expecting this morning.

Smith was now in a comfortable rhythm of in and out, giving Molly’s ass long strokes that he punctuated by pausing at the top of each in-stroke, letting his length and girth experience the hot tightness of her rectum, as well as the wonderful cushion of her springy ass cheeks against his pelvis. He nibbled her ears and kissed her neck while he sodomized her, burying his face in her sweet smelling hair while he hungrily squeezed her tits. Smith spent nearly ten minutes inside Molly’s ass before he felt climax threatening to overcome him once again. On his last stroke, he buried himself as deeply as he could in Molly’s ass and cried out in her ear as he was hit with another series of violent spasms of ejaculation.

Molly felt Smith’s cock flex inside her ass and then the flood of hot liquid into her rectum. With her earlobe clenched in Smith’s teeth, she felt his hot breath panting in her ear as he cried out in orgasm. After about a half dozen spasms, she felt him go limp on top of her and his panting stop as he caught his breath. In a couple of minutes, Molly felt Smith’s cock go slack and slip slowly out of her. A couple of minutes after that, Molly felt Smith laboriously lift himself off her and struggle to his feet.
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Smith staggered into the kitchen as Molly lay sprawled in the hallway, rolled half onto her right side. He took the towel off the dish rack and wet it in the sink, and then used it to wipe his abused cock clean of his and Molly’s body fluids. He let his cock air-dry, flopped over his balls and hanging between his legs. Smith glanced up at the clock on the kitchen wall and saw that it was 9:51. He had still been there less than an hour, but he didn’t want to stay much longer and risk a surprise visit. He contemplated Molly lying on the floor and decided he could not leave just yet, however, because when he looked at his cock he noticed that he was again somehow fully erect. He walked to her slowly.

Smith stood above Molly, looking her up and down as she lay half sprawled, half curled just shy of the kitchen. Even after an hour of abuse, she still looked pretty and fresh. Smith’s cock reached for her, but the rest of him was spent. He had no strength left to maul her again. Besides, until now he had done all the work. He decided it was time for her to take care of him. Spying Molly’s purse on the hall table, Smith stepped over her and snapped it open. Rifling the purse, Smith found a tube of dark red lipstick. He palmed the lipstick, shut the purse, and walked back to Molly.

Molly saw Smith find the lipstick, and she knew instantly what that meant. Her face contorted in despair, but at this point she didn’t even have enough strength left to cry. She just lay there waiting for him as he slowly returned to her. He gripped her under her arms, pulled her to her knees and led her back to the living room. Molly crawled resignedly as she was led. Reaching the living room, Smith left Molly on her hands and knees while he kneeled in front of her. He pulled the cover off the lipstick and twisted out about an inch of the crimson wax and, taking hold of her hair for leverage, carefully applied a thick coating onto Molly’s lips. He kissed her deeply and then rubbed her mouth against his face, leaving a thick smear of lipstick on his lips and cheek. Then he reapplied another coat and tossed the stick aside.

Smith took a throw pillow off the sofa and lay down broadside to Molly, positioning the pillow to rest and slightly raise his head and neck. Sitting up, Smith took a handful of Molly’s hair and gave her simple instructions. No hands...just her mouth. As he lay back, Smith guided Molly’s head down with his left hand and gripped her butt cheek with his right, pushing her slightly off balance. To avoid falling on her face, Molly reached out and wound up with her left hand on Smith’s chest and her right hand on his right thigh. Smith was thrilled at her hand placement. He couldn’t have placed them better himself. Molly dreaded what was about to happen, but she had no will to fight. Smith’s cock loomed ever closer as Smith guided her head down gently yet insistently. About a half inch from the tip, Molly closed her eyes and opened her mouth, resigned to her fate.

Smith growled in approval as Molly’s lips closed around the upper shaft of his cock and her tongue flattened against the throbbing head. He watched wide-eyed with lust as her mouth slid slowly down the length of his cock. She went about halfway down before coming up. Smith let Molly work him about halfway for a minute or two, and then firmly gripped her head. When Molly got to the head on the next up-stroke, Smith allowed her to pause for a minute with his hand clamped around her head and the other around her thigh, and then slowly guided her downward. Steeling herself for the attempt, Molly came down on him.

This time, Molly passed the halfway mark and continued to about five and a half inches. From there, she took him a half inch at a time, going slowly to fight off the gag reflex. Smith exclaimed in pleasure as Molly laboriously inched her mouth down the length of Smith’s cock. His girth made the job even more difficult and her lips stretched around him even as her throat struggled to accommodate the probing head of his cock. Molly was beginning to labor against his size, when suddenly the tip of her nose gently nudged his scrotum. Smith cried out in pleasure as she deep throated him.
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After a few minutes, Molly had managed to achieve a shaky rhythm, taking Smith’s cock to the base, sliding up until only the head remained in her mouth, and then slowly plunging down again. A ring of lipstick formed around the base of his cock in a thick red smear. His left hand ran through her hair, and with his right hand he roamed her body. He wrapped his hand around Molly’s right ankle and slowly slid it up the curve of her calf and thigh, up and over the cheek of her ass, and up the curve of her back to her shoulder, before sliding it to her left shoulder and repeating the journey in reverse until his palm slipped around her Achilles tendon and over her left heel before beginning the entire process all over again.

As Smith’s hands kept themselves busy, he watched intently as Molly worked him over. He was fascinated by the contortions of her face as she struggled to handle him. Her breasts hung deliciously and her nipples pressed into his side. Staring at her face and body drove him wild, and his cock stiffened to nearly impossible hardness. The feel of her mouth on him was magical, and when Molly’s teeth chattered and she accidentally bit him, rather than react in anger, Smith moaned in approval, instructing her to bite his cock on each stroke.

Rather than fight or resist, Molly actually tried to please Smith as she sucked his cock. She realized her safety might depend on his level of enjoyment, and she hoped that me might leave once all his objectives had been achieved. If she pleased him now, perhaps the nightmare might end. With that goal in mind, she ignored the pressure on her jaws, tongue and throat and tried her best to satisfy him. She tried to ignore the feel of his hands up and down her body, resisting the urge to pull away from his hungry hands as they crawled over her. She could feel his eyes on her and his lust rising as he clamped a handful of hair from the top of her head. She heard the telltale panting of breath and she knew the end was near.

Smith’s left hand closed into a fistful of Molly’s hair and his right hand clamped her ass tightly. He felt himself teetering on the edge and his body began to vibrate as the last few strokes counted down. He considered announcing himself but decided against it, and on the final stroke, without a word but with a loud cry, Smith ejaculated into Molly’s mouth halfway through a downstroke.

On his third orgasm, Smith did not have much left, but there was enough for his first two shots to send waves of hot sperm squirting against the roof of Molly’s mouth and gushing down the back of her throat. He held her head tightly and grunted each spasm of climax, watching intently as his shaft flexed against Molly’s lips with contraction. The third and fourth shots spilled out in a weak flow, and the rest were dry shots as his sperm reserve was now completely spent. Slowly he allowed Molly’s head to slide off his cock while making sure she didn’t make a mess on the way up.

Molly pulled her face free of Smith’s cock and sat back on her heels slumped to one side holding Smith’s sperm in her mouth. He sat up and grabbed her again by the hair and stared at her menacingly. She looked back at him in exhaustion and resignation and she knew what he wanted. Her eyes squinted hard as she fought the urge to spit out the hot fluid. It took two or three aborted attempts, but then, with her head slightly back, Molly gulped loudly as she swallowed and Smith’s sperm slid down her throat and into her stomach. Her whole body began spasming as she fought with the horrible taste of his sperm. She choked and dry-heaved as waves of nausea swept over her.

Molly sat slumped in the living room, struggling with the disgusting taste and crawly flood of Smith’s semen, staring blankly ahead as she convulsed. Smith got to his feet slowly and removed Molly’s panties from around his neck. He used them to wipe the lipstick from his cock and laid them on the sofa. He gingerly fastened the g-string around his battered cock and then snapped his pants legs before stepping into them. He found his shirt and shoes and finished getting dressed, and then retrieved the panties from the sofa. He held them for a moment in front of Molly, but he wasn’t sure she could see through her vacant stare. He smiled and slipped the panties into his pants pocket, leaned down, and kissed Molly’s forehead. Then he stepped over her, still dry-heaving, and walked casually out the front door, closing it behind him.

Outside, a quiet suburban morning greeted Smith. He put the empty jugs back in the van and put the vehicle in gear. Less than 90 minutes had passed since his arrival. He turned off the cul-de-sac and then onto the avenue, once again melting into traffic. Half a mile away, he pulled into a car wash, and not a single person noticed that a Gardner Springs truck entered but an unmarked passenger van emerged out the other side. The driver wore cargo pants and a red t-shirt, his short hair slightly spiked in front. Just another nameless person driving to who knows where on a quiet morning. The water delivery truck and its driver had simply ceased to exist. The plain white van signaled as it merged onto the freeway on-ramp and disappeared.
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Come on, guys. Everybody knows that silence is the artist's greatest fear. Didn't anyone like it? Hate it? Have suggestions?

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What did she smell like as he was licking her between her legs of her delicious pussy
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I just read it and it's a fabulous story, full of texture and little details that make it very alive. It left me wanting more story... and definitely wanting
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Great Story
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