Robert Vickers: Raped teaser

When Karen began really fucking herself with the candle, she found she couldn't tell the difference between the candle and a man's prick. She was stretched and pulled in new and different and exciting ways with the candle. But the cold, lifeless shaft didn't pulse and quiver like a real cock.

But what was the difference? She needed sexual release. This was the only way she could get it. She fucked faster and faster with her makeshift dildo. Each trip up her cunt was a brand-new experience. Her nerves tingled and screamed out their joy. An inner warmth began to grow. Embers turned to coals. Coals turned to blazing fires.

Karen was afire with passion. As she fucked herself harder and harder with the candle she wondered if she could light the wick with her incredible inner heat. Or if the candle would melt.

She felt like she was melting inside. Would the candle follow her lead? Her innards went weak and watery as the candle raced up her cunt again and again. Karen had to stifle her moans of joy to prevent either of her parents from looking in on her.

The entire world was filled with wonder. The soft cradle of her bed caressed her ass and back and shoulders. Her legs were raised in the air to allow her deeper penetration with each thrust of her dildo. A sheen of sweat broke out on her body, but the girl didn't even notice.

All that mattered to her was the surge of lightning each time she rammed the candle into her cunt. There was a liquid squishing noise as her pussy began to really water with excitement.

Karen began to rub and brush across her clit with each powerful plunge up her twat. The tiny little nubbin of erectile tissue screamed out its message of carnal arousal. Karen had never felt more alive, more in need of a good fucking.

Unbidden, her hands speeded up. The candle raced faster than the eye could see. But she could feel every single inch of the waxy cock's progress up her cunt. When Karen began to rotate the candle once it was buried far up her cunt, she knew that she couldn't hold back her tremendous orgasm any longer.

Like some animal driven into rutting frenzy, Karen stroked faster and faster with her dildo. The final plunge was like a detonator on a keg of powder. She climaxed.

Fireworks erupted in her brain. Fever racked her gorgeous body. She arched her back to take even more of the candle up her cunt. All too soon, the climax faded into nothingness.

Karen was left with an oil-covered candle, a sore pussy and an empty feeling inside. It had been good, but a real cock would have been better.

And she was going to be sentenced to solitary confinement at that Goddamn lake all summer long!

The wind whispered softly through the tall pine trees. The placid lake seemed bottomless the water was so clear and pure. The air was cleansed from a brief rain earlier that afternoon, but Karen didn't give a damn.

She was bored.

Even worse, she was horny. She'd been imprisoned at Folter Lake for less than forty-eight hours and she was ready to climb the walls. If there had been any walls in the forest to climb.

The girl roamed aimlessly around the shore hoping to catch sight of some other early comer to the lake. She'd found no one in almost two solid days of searching. She had masturbated twice more but it was a poor replacement for a good fucking.

Miriam Finney had seemed so pleased with the change that Karen didn't want to say anything. Her mother was okay, if a little old-fashioned in her morals. Luckily, her father wouldn't be up for another week, maybe ten days if his business deal didn't pan out for him.

But that didn't change the fact that Karen was isolated. The cabin didn't even have a telephone. All that was up here was the joy of nature. Which Karen would gladly have given up for a good fucking.

She sighed as she walked along the bank of Folter Lake. Fish jumped out of the water and snared tiny flying insects to fall back amid much splashing and churning of water. The girl tossed a few rocks at the fish, but they didn't seem to mind. They'd just swim off.

Karen finally decided that it would be a good idea to go for a little swim. Since she didn't have a bathing suit, she'd have to do it mother-naked, but so what? There wasn't anyone to see. And if there was, maybe it would attract them. Karen was almost desperate for someone to talk with.

The icy water bit at the girl's slender calf as she carefully tested the temperature. Karen sucked in a deep breath, then plunged into the frigid water. It surrounded her like a cloak. The cold robbed her of her breath, threatened to give her frostbite.

In a few minutes of paddling around in the water, Karen didn't notice the cold any longer. The water sensuously flowed between her slowly kicking legs, gushed across her tender cuntlips. The pinkness of her twat soon became a light blue. But the very coldness began to stimulate her.

In its own kinky way, this was exciting her. The water seemed to be icy fingers feeling her, titillating her. The stray currents of water that flowed across her boobs turned her on more than she'd have ever thought possible. As if it had a mind of its own, Karen's hand strayed to the wet area between her slender thighs.

Her fingers parted the folds of her cuntlips and plunged far up her twat again. Together with the lake's water gushing over her naked, gleaming body, the girl felt better than she had in a couple days. Certainly a lot better than she would have thought possible.

But this was a poor substitute for a cock. Karen knew it, but only sighed. She'd have to make do with what she had.

Until she could find something better.

The girl idly paddled around in the frigid water, letting the water play over her body. Goosebumps started forming on her creamy skin. She decided it was about time to get out of the freezing-cold lake and dry off in the warm sun.

As Karen gently swam to the bank, she heard a low conversation in progress. The words were muffled, indistinct. She couldn't even catch the drift of what was being said. All she could really tell for certain was that two men were talking.

Two men!

It was as if her prayers had been answered. Unless they were ninety-year-old monks, she was sure the sight of her beautiful, wet and divinely naked body would do things to their hormones. When the old juices got to flowing in their bodies, she could wrap them around her little finger. She could make them dance to her tune just like she had all those kids back at school.

Men were men, after all.

Karen began swimming toward the small cove where she figured the voices were coming from. She was almost on the two men before she saw them. They'd gone out of their way to make certain that no one out on the lake could spot them. Even the tiny fire they'd made was banked in such a way that the flames couldn't be seen until you were on top of the pit.

The girl heard the two more plainly now. "… and I still think we should spend a few more days waiting. What the hell we got to lose, anyway? We play it close to the chest and we got it beat, Fred."

The one called Fred was burly. A rough-looking man, powerfully built. He had sandy-colored hair and piercing blue eyes. The sight of those almost mad eyes gave Karen an extra chill that had nothing to do with her nakedness or the cold water.

Fred replied, "I dunno, Ross, just a feeling, you know? I think we can beat it since they seem to be going in the wrong direction."

"And how the hell are we really supposed to know they're looking in the wrong place? Just because some dipshit newsman gives out with the info on the radio? How do you know he wasn't told to say that? To make us overconfident and make a run for it?"

Karen wondered what they were talking about. It sounded like they were looking for something. Maybe someone was looking for them. The thought seemed to take hold in her head. It excited her. These guys might be running from the law or something romantic like that!