Misc. Erotica Ensnaring Lilly

IN THIS CHAPTER: An intruder surprises Lilly, triggering an unsettling, yet arousing, fantasy. Sebastian's daughter, high on ecstasy and provocatively dressed, places her pussy on display. Jennifer tells Lilly about her first time. Finally alone, Lilly attends to Claire's needs.

NOTE TO READERS: This chapter begins with a Ra*e scene. If you find such content upsetting, please scroll to this point in the chapter: "Frozen in place, her special place stirred." The author does not support or condone sexual assault or non-consenual sex.

Lilly started and yelped and would have fallen backward down the stairs had she not grabbed the railing. Her heart leapt to her throat and she clenched it with her other hand.

She was going to be raped.

In an instant, she saw the encounter play out in her mind:

The glint of sharpened steel flashed in the moonlight as the knife was placed against her neck. "Don't even think about screaming." The pressure of the blade against her pulsing artery ensured her silence. They entered her apartment together, hip to hip, as lovers might. Even at this late hour, anyone passing by on the street below would think nothing of a couple standing close to each other in the shadows. Perhaps they were returning from a date and he was walking her to the door.

Once inside, he pushed her away and she sprawled on the floor. His eyes slithered over her body and came to rest on her effusive cleavage. He smiled at the prize he'd just claimed and asked her name. "Well, Lilly, you're dressed like a whore. Stand up and take off your clothes so I can get a good look at you." Waving the knife to indicate he expected her full compliance, Lilly obeyed without protest. With the blade only inches from her tummy, she cried quietly while removing the risque maid's uniform.

A moment later she stood facing him in only the garter belt, thigh highs and the crotchless panties Mistress Tallenger had required she wear. Claire had been slobbering on the drive home and he took note of her arousal. He danced the tip of the knife over the saturated underpants. "They're already wet and we haven't even started yet." She trembled as he slipped the blade under the lacy fabric on her hip and sliced the garment away. "No time like the present." Glancing around the room, he quickly made his gameplan. "We have a long night ahead of us, Lilly, so first thing's first, let's make sure you can't escape."

She didn't fight him as he tied her spread-eagle across the little dining table. With his prey helpless, she saw the tension leave his shoulders and his fun began in earnest. He started with her tits; kneading the mounded flesh so hard the skin went red as it squished between his fingers. "These things are fucking great." He slapped them as if tenderizing a steak. It hurt and she moaned when each blow landed, but thinking about the knife kept her screams at bay. When her nipples turned hard, he attended to them as well, twisting her bulbs savagely before lowering his mouth to them. She whimpered as the forceful sucking eventually turned to biting and he nashed her strawberry buds between his teeth.

He turned his attention to Claire next, going after her with equal enthusiasm. Spanking the delicate folds until they glowed an angry hue, he roughly shoved three of his thick fingers inside her and she hitched at the intrusion. His eyebrows went up in surprise. "I didn't think you'd be so tight considering the way you were dressed." Turning his wrist, he pushed hard and she squeaked, desperately trying to remain quiet. "But I guess that's why I'm here; to loosen this little cunt of yours up a bit." He chuckled. "You just lay there, honey. This is man's work." The probing continued for some time, her tortured breasts bobbing with each forceful thrust. And poor Claire could do nothing but what came naturally whenever she was stimulated: she drooled like a hungry kitten. She made her little slurpy sounds, which only emboldened her attacker.

Lilly grimaced when he opened his fingers inside her pussy; dilating her special place. And then the licking began, his tongue finally snaking inside her feminine groove. He found her button and worked Claire into a sodden froth. Although she fought the desire, she could only stave off the inevitable for so long. Her climax left her heaving against the bindings, the table creaking beneath her weight. He laughed cruelly as he planned his next move.

"Let's see if this will fit," he said when he spied a ripening avocado on the kitchen counter. It was still green and hard and Lilly whimpered as he forced the pebbly skinned fruit inside her. Recalling the breathing techniques Dr. Malstrom had taught her years ago when Claire was first introduced to a speculum, she took quick, shallow breaths and willed her muscles to relax. She gasped when it slid inside fully. The surprise in his voice was genuine. "Wow! Looks like we got her all nice and stretched out."

He laughed, slapped her tits a few more times and then took a seat at the table between her legs. Staring intently at her sex, he said, "Push, Lilly. You can do it." She wasn't about to give him the satisfaction. Her womb was uncomfortably stuffed but the avocado was large enough that it wouldn't slip out on it's own. Perhaps he would grow bored and leave. She froze when he dragged the tip of the knife through the thin line of pubic hair on her mons. "Now, Lilly, be a good girl and do as I say." Terrified, she grunted and started pushing.

It was humiliating work and his enthusiasm and words of encouragement only made the experience worse. Huffing with each push, she grabbed the table edge as she squeezed her pelvic muscles. Drawing out the process, the intruder fiddled with her exposed clit, turning the experience into something both erotic and disgusting at the same time. The uncomfortable pressure combined with her arousal and fear was like nothing else. He had her on verge of another orgasm even as she feared for her life as the thick fruit moved through her straining pussy. She birthed it with a final gasp. Claire went loose and she heard the little thud as the avocado fell free.

Laughing as he rolled it off the table, he congratulated her. "Good job, Lilly. I'm very proud of you!" Flaying Claire's lips open, her gazed inside her special place. "Now I think your cunt is ready."

Standing and lowering his pants, his rapier was imposing. The shaft was thick with veins and the bloated purple head dripped with pre-cum. He pressed it to her cheek. "Open wide, Lilly, and suck it. No biting or you know what will happen." And she did because the knife was at her throat again. Holding her by the hair as he pistoned his hips against her face, he said, "Swallow it all. Take it like a good girl." And she did, the thick piece of meat making her gag and slobber as he pushed it down her throat. When he exploded, his essence filled her mouth and she gulped. He tasted good, like every man she'd drank from, but she hated herself for liking this bastard's essence so much.

He mounted her next, despite his dick now being soft and small. "Don't worry, baby, it will get hard again. We have all night." And he was right. He drove into her until she felt the hardness fill Claire's throat. In the end, her girl-part was left loose and gaping, the stranger's man-milk filling her womb and oozing onto her bruised thighs.

Frozen in place, her special place stirred.

When nothing happened Lilly asked, "Who said that?"

"Got you!" A young woman stepped into the blue moonlight. The would-be attacker had disguised her voice and when it changed, Lilly instantly knew who it was. Her caramel colored hair looked like straw. She wore a soft pink micro dress with a deep V in front that perfectly displayed her generous cleavage. From Lilly's lower position on the steps she could look up the girl's modestly curvy legs until they ran beneath the skirt. Shadows hid her special place.

"Jesus, Jennifer, you nearly gave me a heart attack. You scared the shit out of me." Lilly climbed to the top step and Sebastian's daughter threw her arms around her. Lilly half-heartedly returned the embrace but suddenly relished the girl's warmth and pulled her tighter. She discovered she was trembling.

"I'm sorry, Lilly. I couldn't help myself."

"Don't say things like that!" She was frightened and angry and let it show in her tone. "Terrible things happen to women all the time. You can't sneak up on someone like that."

Jennifer pouted and her tone changed. The realization of what she'd said landed. "I'm sorry. It just came to me. I didn't mean to scare you." Which wasn't exactly true. But perhaps the younger girl had just imagined her own Ra*e and it wasn't enjoyable to consider.

"It's okay. Just please don't do that again."

"I won't." Jennifer's dry lips kissed her cheek. "I'm sorry." It was a hot whisper in Lilly's ear followed by a gentle nibble on her earlobe.

Lilly twisted away and unlocked the apartment door. Jennifer followed her inside and when Lilly finally turned on a light, said, "Wow! You look positively...um...slutty." Jennifer eyed the maid's uniform appreciatively. "Dad was right when he said you looked good."

"I thought you were going to the club tonight after dinner with your parents. Do they know you're here?"

Jennifer giggled and flicked her shoulder-length hair. "No, silly, they don't know I'm here. They think I'm at the club. But I didn't lie to them. I did make an appearance, had a couple of drinks, took a little ecstasy and danced with a few guys." Her eyes lit up. "I let one of them finger me on the dance floor. That was kind of fun."

Lilly didn't say anything. She knew the younger girl liked to sometimes brag about how sexually adventurous she could be. Lilly assumed Jennifer did this to impress her. Sometimes she was genuinely surprised, sometimes she raised an eyebrow. Tonight, Jennifer received the latter, who appeared not to notice as she told the story.

"We were sort of grinding on each other and his cock was super-hard!" She laughed too loudly. "His hands were on my ass. You know, pulling me onto him. Then he managed to get one under my skirt. I didn't stop him. Once he got inside me, I just sort of moved around on it while we danced." She shrugged. "There were so many people around us, I don't think anyone even noticed."

"You should be careful about who you call slutty."

"Whatever." Jennifer's eyes were the size of saucers, their hazel coronas barely visible around her enormous pupils. Lilly had taken ecstasy plenty of times since coming to Europe and she knew Jennifer was flying. "I told him he could fuck me but then when we got to his car, the thought of a guy's cock inside me was gross."

Lilly knew exactly how it went with the club drug. She had felt the same way many times before. The desire for physical contact was ravenous, but when it actually happened, all you wanted was your own space. She also knew that if you pushed through the aversion, mind-blowing pleasure could be found on the other side.

"So I sucked him off," Jennifer rubbed her tummy, "texted my friends that I was leaving and came over here." Pooching her lower lip, she said, "I don't like being at home when my parents are fucking. The noises they make freak me out."

Eying Jennifer for a few beats, Lilly wasn't so sure she was being honest. The entire story about going to the club may have been fabricated as a way for her to spend some time here, since she knew her father wasn't around. For a moment, this pissed Lilly off. Jennifer's parents didn't deserve to be lied to. However, had Jennifer not fibbed, she wouldn't be standing here and her presence was comforting. Plus, Lilly figured Jennifer wouldn't take ecstacy and not go to a club. The drug's effects were enhanced by lights and music. When you were rolling, the last thing you wanted was quiet solitude.

As she wondered about Jennifer's tale, Lilly appreciated the young woman's beauty. Blending Sebastian's French-Spanish DNA with Tina's Eastern-European and Egyptian heritage had combined to make a stunningly beautiful person. And despite a unique upbringing that may have turned her into a bitch, Jennifer was a sweetheart. She was kind, polite and (mostly) considerate.

However, as was plainly apparent this evening, she still had some precocious teen defiance coursing through her veins. But Lilly could see this coming to end. University was on Jennifer's horizon and that tended to bring out maturity. Lilly had been 18 not too long ago and remembered how she sometimes treated her parents.

Jennifer could hold a conversation and didn't rely on her cell phone for all of her social interaction, which was more than could be said for most girls her age. She also didn't hold a grudge against her father or Lilly for the relationship they shared.

Sighing, Jennifer flopped on the bed and fell back, her eyes closed, a bemused grin on her pretty face as she slapped her palms against the sheets to some unheard beat; another indication of the ecstasy. When she laid down, the minuscule dress pulled up past her hips to reveal a pair of skimpy orange low-rise mesh panties. Her legs were akimbo and the girl made no attempt at modesty.

Lilly didn't afford her any; her eyes locking in on Jennifer's femininity. She liked what she saw.

The younger girl's pussy was flushed, the thin petals appealingly smooshed and pressed open like a flower against the tightness of the underpants. Around Jennifer's lower lips, the skin was smooth. Lilly already knew this because she and Jennifer went to the same waxing studio and had the same appointment time every two weeks. They usually made a thing of it; going to their respective clinicians and then grabbing lunch afterwards. Sebastian liked that his daughter and Lilly were friends and was generous enough to pay for their outings.

Looking at Jennifer's girl-part, Lilly smirked. A little dark spot was obvious against the lighter shade of orange surrounding it. Her special place was shiny with arousal. Maybe that was residual from the fingering she'd received at the club. Or maybe she was excited to be here.

Claire stirred.

Sitting up on her elbows, Jennifer said, "I was hoping I could stay here for a little while." She made doe eyes, her round face full of innocence. Trailing a hand over her thigh, she danced her fingers across the panties. A tightly pruned triangle of dusty-blond pubic hair laid atop the crest of her mons. Tiny sprigs of it poked through the panties and Jennifer absently plucked at a few of them. A sly grin emerged as she opened her legs wider, affording Lilly a better view. It looked delicious, and from previous experience Lilly knew it was. But she shook her head.

"You're just like your dad, insatiable."

Over her panties, Jennifer slid a finger slowly up and down her feminine furrow. "Maybe, but we have different equipment."

Lilly responded to the quip with an eye roll. "You know what I mean." Untying the apron and tossing it over the dining table chair, she harrumphed as she fiddled with the clasps on the corset. "Look, Jen, it's been a long night. I'm really tired."

"So what? So am I." She ran her hands over the expansive mattress. "There is more than enough room for two little girls to take a nap together."

Lilly chuckled, "I don't think you really want to sleep." She flicked the last clasp on the corset and let it fall away. In her apartment, away from Rebecca's dinner guests, it felt liberating to be free of its tightness. Her nipples went hard, jutting up and outward, as they always did. "Besides, Jen, you're the little one. I'm more like a...pole."

Jennifer smiled. "Yes, but you're a pole with an amazing rack!" Lilly only squinted back.

Jennifer hovered around 5 feet 5 inches, a full 4 inches shorter than Lilly, and probably tipped the scales at 125 pounds soaking wet. She was petite but had some curves at her hips and boobs, like her mother, coming in somewhere between a large B- and small C-cup. One breast was slightly larger than the other and hung a bit lower, which Lilly found intriguing. She had her mother's olive skin tone, although it was a few shades lighter, and her father's sandy blond hair, which she wore straight with long bangs that danced across her eyelashes.

Jennifer flipped over and nested into the blankets. "Unzip me." She kneaded the pillow and purred and poked her butt in the air. It was very feline and Lilly was reminded of a kitty she once had. She named him Biscuit because he kneaded all the time and she thought it looked like he was making biscuits.

Jennifer's bottom was a heart-shaped homage to good-looking bottoms and when she turned over, both firm cheeks were bisected by the thong she wore. A tiny tattoo of a dew-drenched peach was imprinted smack-dab in the middle of the girl's left butt cheek. An arrow pierced through it and the letter 'G' dangled from its tip.

When Lilly first started exploring Jennifer's body, she had asked about it. Tracing her finger over it as they lay naked in bed one afternoon after making love, she said, "This is cute."

"Thanks." Jennifer's eyes were closed, her breathing slow and deep as she came down from her orgasm.

"What does it mean?"

Jennifer snuggled against Lilly's body and grinned because Lilly was now planting little kisses on the ink splotch. "I was in Spain on holiday with my parents when I met this guy," she said. "His name was Gabriel. We were at a campground on the beach and we met while standing at the little shower thingy that washes the sand off your feet."

"Sounds romantic," Lilly said. "Nothing like dirty feet to get the heart racing."

Jennifer giggled. "He was a few years older than me and I thought he was gorgeous. He had the sweetest smile and this wavy dark hair that fell in front of his eyes. He was tall and kind of skinny and very tan. His Spanish accent was hot and his cock was...obvious...in the swimming suit he wore. It looked fucking amazing, which surprised me. Until that moment, I always thought they looked kind of weird."

Lilly had been in Europe long enough to know that many men here still preferred the tight-fitting briefs to the board shorts American guys wore. They hid nothing and it was yet another indication of Europe's more relaxed attitudes toward the human form. Guys here didn't really care if their cocks shriveled up to little nubs or hung long and loose. It was just another part of the body; it did what it did and there was no reason to make a fuss over it.

"He flirted with me and told me he liked my bikini. I laughed because it was this really old thing that didn't fit me. It had these silly little teddy bears all over it."

"Let me guess, your boobs were falling out of it."

"Yeah, and the bottoms didn't cover much, either. I hadn't really thought much about it when I packed. I mean, I was going to the beach with mom and dad. Who knew I'd meet this gorgeous guy?"

"Men are so funny," said Lilly. "It's when you look your absolute worst that it happens. You have a cold, or you're on your period and bloated like a walrus; you have no makeup on and your hair looks ridiculous. And that's the moment you meet an amazing guy. And if they are attracted to you, they don't care about any of it. They want you and some innate chemical reaction seems to cloud their vision of the trainwreck you are. I think that's one of the reasons I love them so much."

Jennifer nodded. "And they have cocks. Those are nice, too." Lilly agreed and they both laughed.

"Anyway," Jennifer continued, "he finally offered to wash my feet. I told him they were gross but then wiggled my toes at him. It was the most erotic thing that had ever happened to me."

"That's adorable," Lilly said. "I like it when someone pays attention to my piggies."

Jennifer's hands just happened to be close to Lilly's piggies because they had gotten each other off in the 69 position. Lilly purred when Jen started playing with them as she told the story. "I kind of felt like a queen as he kneeled down and scrubbed," Jennifer said. "He didn't notice, but I leaned in as he washed my feet and pressed my pussy to his head. It was the first time any part of a man had touched me there. I'm pretty sure there was a big wet spot on my crotch."

"Jen, don't kid yourself, he knew exactly what you were doing," Lilly said. "He's a guy. Guys notice that kind of thing." She tapped the little peach. "What a little devil, you were."

Jennifer giggled. "We arranged to hang out the next day and before lunch we were behind a tree with our tongues rammed down each other's throats. The day after, we went on a hike and found this secluded clearing up a canyon off the beach. He brought a blanket and laid me across it so we could make out. We got right to it and a few minutes later, he had my bikini top off and was all over my tits. His mouth was so warm. A few minutes after that, he had his hand down the front of my shorts; you know, rubbing me over my panties. God, they were so wet! Before I knew it, he was tugging my shorts off. My underwear went next and I didn't put up a fight. I was so turned on, I felt like I was on fire. He opened my legs and just stared at it for a long time. For a moment I was terrified there was something wrong. But then he smiled and twirled his finger through my pubic hair. He told me my pussy was beautiful. Then he went down on me."

"The man knew what he was talking about," Lilly admitted. "Your pussy is beautiful. And it's fucking delicious, too."

"Thanks." Jennifer tugged Lilly's pinky piggy then popped it in her mouth for a few moments before continuing. "He was the first guy to ever do that to me and I thought I'd lost my mind when he started licking. I had never had an orgasm before that afternoon and the erotic feelings I had about him washing my feet pretty much disappeared. He had a camper and after a few days of fooling around on the blanket, he invited me inside."

Lilly now understood the symbolism the tattoo represented and kissed it. "Was it any good? Your first time?" Her own first time had been exquisite.

Jennifer shrugged and yawned. "I only know my experience, but based on what a few of my friends told me about their first time, I think it was pretty good. I felt very...feminine...as he got on top of me. You know, like he was in charge. He kind of folded me up, so the backs of my knees were on his shoulders. He said it would allow him to...penetrate me...as deeply as possible. The tip of his cock kind of brushed against my pussy lips as he got situated and I moaned. You know, really moaned, like it just came out. It didn't even sound like my voice. I couldn't control myself."

Thinking about the hiccup noises she made when she climaxed, Lilly said, "I totally understand, baby. I really do."

"It just felt right. I was nervous and it hurt a little...you know...when he pushed inside the first time. It was a lot bigger than his finger, and it sure as hell went deeper than his tongue. I was worried I would bleed, but that didn't happen, thank goodness. It just felt...tight. I don't know...kind of like his dick was sort of stretching me open, making the...hole...larger. But as he got going, I relaxed and it didn't hurt anymore. He was gentle and went slowly."

Lilly grinned as Jennifer tried to explain what happened. She said, "He was tender with you."

"Yes, he was. I think he could tell I was scared because he asked me a couple times if I wanted to stop."

"I think that's very sweet," Lilly said.

Jennifer giggled. "There was no way I wanted to stop and I told him so. He was very cute and I had never been so turned on. It felt so fucking good." Jennifer paused for a moment, gathering her thoughts. "The first time a man...cums...inside you is such an odd feeling, you know?"

Lilly was twirling a finger around the little tattoo. "Yes, I know."

"It was really...strong. And there was a lot of it. He...filled me."

"That sounds nice."

"It was...it was very...loving. When it was over, I felt like I had accomplished something important. Later that night, in my parent's camper, I could feel his cum making a wet spot in my panties. Knowing his sperm was inside me while also knowing my parents didn't have a clue made me feel so...mature. It was a private thing between me and Gabriel."

"I remember feeling the same way," Lilly said.

Jennifer continued, "The next day we snuck off to a tattoo parlor and he paid for it. He said he never wanted me to forget him. I thought that was kind of sweet and agreed."

Lilly was happy for Jennifer. Too often a girl's first experience with penile penetration was uncomfortable and scary.

Lilly unfastened the garter clips and rolled the stockings down her legs. She wasn't surprised to see the feet were torn to shreds. She balled them up and tossed them toward the desk where a wastebasket resided. "You're being a little demanding considering I just told you I was exhausted." But she leaned over and slid her hands under Jennifer's soft hair. She fiddled with the zipper then pulled it down the younger girl's slender back. Beneath the dress was smooth, creamy skin, dotted with a freckle here and there. On her left shoulder blade was a small yin-yang tattoo, which represented her bi-sexuality.

To Lilly that symbol meant something else. It was very similar to the Triskelion that dangled off the velvet choker Mrs. Vatspalt had given her the day she was permitted to join their family. It symbolized that the different pieces in the shape made a whole, just like the different family members made a whole when they were together.

Lilly had cried hard when Cassy unfastened it from around her neck the day the Vatspalts left the States. "Someday, when we are together again, we will give this back to you." Lilly was heartbroken but she also understood the deeper meaning. She didn't belong to them sexually any longer. She was free.

As Lilly flayed Jennifer's dress open, she noticed what wasn't there, which were bra straps. Jennifer flipped back over and rolled her shoulders forward, pulling the dress off. She slid it down her legs and kicked off her heels, allowing the garment to fall to the floor. Her lower lip pooched and she pouted, "How come I'm the only one that doesn't have any clothes on?"

"You can get some of my pajamas out of the dresser."

"They don't fit. You're too tall. Besides, I like being naked when I'm around you." When Lilly didn't respond, Jen spat a raspberry. "You're not being any fun tonight."

"Jennifer, I'm serious. I really meant it when I said it has been a long night."

"Well then why don't you take the rest of that ridiculous costume off and climb in here with me?" Jennifer scooted up the bed and slipped her body under the covers, leaving only her face revealed. She fiddled around and a moment later tossed her panties to the floor. Beneath the sheet, she opened her legs widely, the white cotton draping around her shape. At the crux of the V, a little lump was moving around. Jennifer was playing with herself.

"I need to get my makeup off," Lilly said. "And I want to take a shower."

"Suit yourself," Jennifer said as she lowered the blanket. She licked her lips seductively, twirling her fingers around her diminutive areolas, and asked, "Do you want any help?"

"No, it's okay. I'm tired and you'll be a distraction."

More pouting. "Sure. But I promise to be a fun distraction."

Lilly cocked an eyebrow, went into the tiny bathroom and closed the door. Turning on the shower, she slid the skirt and garter belt down her legs, leaving what remained of the uniform in a pile on the floor. It felt good to be naked and alone. She sat on the toilet to poop, then let the bidet do its job, the warm stream of water cleansing as it oscillated back and forth across her clenched butthole. Relaxing her muscles, she squirmed on the seat and pulled her cheeks apart to allow the jet of water to shoot deeply inside her asshole.

That done, she scrubbed her face clean and got into the tiled enclosure. The building may have been old but the plumbing was terrific and the shower pushed out a solid flow of hot water. The warmth made her want to pee so she did that, the urine flowing down her legs and tinting the water yellow before circling the drain.

Steam quickly filled the room and its embrace was comforting, although she hardly noticed because she immediately pulled the shower wand off the wall and pushed it to Calire's famished lips. Her body shuddered and she stifled a moan of pleasure.

Opening Claire's mouth with her fingers, she positioned the wand over her button and her knees went weak. She allowed herself to sink into the tub, her thighs splayed. In a tight whisper, she said, "Fuck, fuck, fuck." In only a few moments, her coming noises started.

The uncontrollable hiccups she always made when her orgasm arrived were drowned out by the shower hiss. Her tummy convulsed, her body went rigid and when the explosion came, she bit into her arm to quelch the yelps. As always, her thighs clamped closed tightly, holding the wand securely to her clit.

When the convulsions stilled, her body went loose, causing her thighs to fall open and release the wand. It slipped off her hip and by luck squirted her directly in the face. She didn't care. Opening her mouth, the warm water felt cleansing. As her body came down from its climax, she gently stroked Claire's fluffed lips.

Twenty minutes later she emerged from the bathroom, her hair wrapped up in a terry cloth turban, but otherwise naked. She felt refreshed. The release of tension following her orgasm was calming. It had been a long day and she was anxious to crawl into bed.​