Peter Jenkins - Drugged into sin

She closed her eyes, savoring the delicious after moments of her masturbation, and her fingers rested lightly on the hard mound of her pubic hair, playing softly with the intimate curls between her legs.

Hesitantly she got up from her bed, undressed and threw a thin robe carelessly around her shoulders and walked to the bathroom, still in a sex-satisfied daze. She stared at her self in the full length mirror in the bath, admiring the ripe, sensual curves of her body. She did not have the body of the average seventeen year old, she was much fuller, much more rounded, like that of a full grown woman, yet without the telltale wrinkles or sagging. Her skin was supple and porcelain, completely without blemish.

Since she was alone in this part of the house, she didn't bother to close the bathroom door and the overhead light from the hallway gave her a better view of her body. She had never felt so sure of herself, as though she were the first woman to ever experience such a climax and she swayed slightly as if to make-believe music as she looked and admired herself in the mirror. She was so enthralled with her movements and her new awakening that she didn't notice or hear the door open at the far end of the hall and close quietly behind another person… a man! She turned on the shower and bent to feel the water temperature before hopping in. The glass enclosure around the shower was clear so that she could watch herself as she washed, except for the slight steam from the hot water.

The man at the end of the hall moved slowly and quietly toward the bathroom, standing just far enough behind the open door so that he could see her in the shower, but she couldn't see him!

His heart was pounding and he could feel the bulge in his pajama bottoms become bigger and harder until in a matter of seconds it had reached full erectness. He let his hand go down and feel the stiff, pulsing rod as it jerked against the thin material. Slow down, he gloated silently to himself… wait for a few minutes and you will have complete satisfaction as you take this lovely, virginal girl. The thought of being inside her made it almost impossible for him to control himself, but he tried to concentrate on watching her wash herself, as if she were preparing herself for the sacrifice!

He gazed at the tight orifice of her bottom as she bent to soap her legs. She had long, full buttocks, very slender at the start under the slim waist, billowing out like a sail in the wind and rounding into perfect, round thighs. Her rear looked deep and enticing, the buttocks jutted nicely with a warm-looking dark cleavage which opened slightly as she bent forward to reveal the darker point of her tiny almost concealed anus. He watched the muscles of her thighs tensing as she soaped and they seemed to flow up and down in a continual motion of sensuality.

She straightened and turned a little. Her profile was remarkable! It wasn't often you got such a perfect woman. Her breasts were high and full, white mounds of firm, soft flesh and her belly was as flat as a board. She moved around a little more and he saw the light muscles of her stomach working as she soaped her pubic mound and the intimate folds of her vagina. His penis jerked involuntarily as he watched with lust-filled eyes. She was a picture of grace and symmetry – long-bodied, long-legged. She had delicately strong features and she reminded him of the first young girl he had ever had years ago, and now she would be had again! Except that he would be the first man to ever have her! He was certain of that!

He loosened the strings at the fly of his pajamas and pulled out his giant penis, stiff and throbbing and stroked it reflectively. Should he rush in and take her there on the bathroom rug, or wait a bit to savor the anticipation. He hesitated, his breath coming rapidly. He would wait. He took a last look at the long statue of silky, living flesh and ducked down the hall into one corner of her bedroom to wait for her to come out of the shower.

He waited impatiently, knowing that he would be the first man to penetrate her virginal body. He reflected on the scene he had witnessed in the barn between her and her boyfriend. She had pushed him away trying to save her virginity – but tonight, he would have her! He could just picture the look on her face as he would go toward her – the fear, the horror and the utter uselessness her struggles would be against him and his massive rod. He would hold her down unmercifully, let his hands wander all over that voluptuous body, knead her breasts until she wanted to scream out in pain and finally he would push his pulsing, gigantic prick up to the deepest depths of her belly, penetrating that thin membrane of her virginity and fuck her until she begged for him to stop. He could hardly wait for her to come out of the bathroom. His passion was at a fever pitch and his loins ached in anticipation. He had waited a long time to get at his niece and now the time had arrived.

It seemed like an hour, but he finally heard the shower turned off and her voice as she sang quietly to herself. Proud bitch, he thought to himself. Well, you won't be so proud when I'm through with you. I'm going to fuck the daylights out of you until no one else – especially that pious boyfriend of yours – will even want to look at you. Your body will be so bruised from passion that you won't want to see tomorrow's sunlight. These thoughts excited him beyond belief. She wouldn't dare tell anyone, either. She would be too scared and too ashamed! He laughed lewdly at this thought. This was going to be a night to remember.

She dried herself slowly, letting the towel rub sensually against her body. She could still feel a slight tingle between her legs and in the tightness of her nipples as she rubbed her breasts dry. She wanted to go back to the privacy of her room and masturbate again, but put this thought out of her mind. Am I turning into a sex-starved fiend, she mused and blushed softly! She had managed to fight down her desire in the barn, and had satisfied herself with her own hands and fingers and had protected her precious virginity. That was all that really mattered anyway!

Without bothering to put her robe back on she walked to her bedroom, strutting like a peacock, stretching her body with each step. She locked the door and lazily dropped on her bed, extending her naked sensual body out full length and closed her eyes to go to sleep. Suddenly, without actually realizing why, she sat straight up. She had a feeling that someone was watching her! She looked around the room and called out softly with bated breath. "Who's there?" When no answer came, she rationalized that it was just her guilty conscience and lay back on the pillow once again. Then she saw a movement! Her closet door was flung open and she was face to face with her uncle! She wanted to scream, but it seemed to stick in her throat and nothing but a dry, helpless rasp came out. "Hello, Christine," he laughed with an unmistakable gleam in his small beady eyes. "Expecting someone else? Your boyfriend, perhaps?"

She reached for the quilt at the end of the bed in an effort to cover her nakedness, but her uncle quickly grabbed it from her hands, leaving her completely exposed as he leered down at her, his eyes devouring every part of her soft, nude body.

Her eyes were wide with fright and she tried to think clearly, but the only things in her mind were her fear of her uncle, her hatred of him and her love for Jimmy.

"So you've been having a little affair with your boyfriend, have you? He's got class, hasn't he? Wouldn't take you in the barn tonight? You liked that, didn't you, you little tease? Don't try to lie to me, I saw the whole thing, you teasing little bitch!"

His desire had become sadistic now and he relished the look of fear that was frozen on her pretty face. She closed her eyes, trying to fight back the tears of terror that were starting, and he moved closer to her.