Call it woman's intuition." Frank noticed shesmiled for the first since they met. It was a nice smile. "I finallyfigured out the witch wanted me to ex...erience the horror of rape. Withthat in mind I started hanging out in clubs and became the biggestprick teaser in town. I succeeded in being raped, numerous times infact but nothing happened. I'd begun to think I was wrong but tonightwe met and the moment I laid eyes on you I knew you were the one if yousucceeded in raping me. You must have led a. On his knees on the bed and upright now, I caught his beet red face in my hands, feeling the burn of this red-blooded male power. He mashed his mouth to mine yet again, and gravity slid me to the base of his coke-can thick cock. I must have let go of his neck and let my torso fall to the bed as he plowed. I couldn't tell what was pain, what was pleasure, I could only feel it as it was, a full fledged white-out of feeling that flashed from my crotch and I sprayed everything I had between our. I was also used to feeling the occasional cold draft due to the construction of the showers back in Texas.Cold draft?I turned to rinse out my hair. I wanted to see who was in the shower with me. Then I felt hands on my chest. "Who's there?"Whoever it was didn't answer. And whoever they were, they were moving down toward my swelling penis.Furiously, I wiped the water from my eyes, but in my rush, the sting of soap hit me. So much for "no-tears".Those hands moved down to my thighs, bypassing my. She rubbed them together until they were thoroughly lathered then reached for my damp cock.“Oh gosh, I just love the feel of it in my hands,” she said softly as she started to slowly stroke me with her slippery hands. She did a thorough job and even spent some time gently washing my hanging sack and all around the base of my cock. When I was totally covered with soapy lather, she brought the washcloth back and wiped away all the soapy residue until I was thoroughly clean. It felt wonderful to.