Eleanor and William: Ch. 1 Savage
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By William DuPain:
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The rape of Eleanor by William, leads the young man into a
serious love affair with his older female relative, and to the
revenge he seeks for his sisters betrayal.
(Mf-Fm-rape-incest-romance)
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William found his sister in the living room, and as he approached
her she continued to back away from him as if she were frightened
of something. Her eyes were wide with terror, a stunned look on
her face, her dress torn, her breast bruised and exposed. He
could plainly see her shame through the veil of her tears.

"Who has been here Sara?"

"What has happened?"

She stood there, her mind dazed, unable to relate to him the
details of what had occurred.

"Sara, speak to me dear!"

"John," a single word repeated, over, and over, again.

William only knew one John, his late fathers brother, John
Harrison Conley. William had never liked, nor trusted, his uncle.
But tolerated him for his father's sake, although the two were
never really that close.

"Sara, listen to me sweetheart, this is important. Do you mean
uncle John?" The answer was found in the nod of her head, she was
too ashamed to look at her brother, her eyes lowered to the
floor.

"I-It wasn't m-my fault Bill, I tried to stop him but I
couldn't!"

She broke down then tears flowing down her cheeks, deep tremors
rolling through her young body. Her heart was breaking as he held
her.

"Sara honey, listen to me, it's going to be all right. I'll take
care of it darling. Just give me a few days Sara!" He held her
tightly to him drawing her into the circle of his arms offering
what little comfort he could provide.

Sara was five months past her fourteenth birthday, she was a
gentle girl, quick to smile, and very bright. Her eyes were blue
and her hair a richly highlighted medium coffee color. Her
physical appearance was a bit advanced for her age; she had the
curvaceous, voluptuous frame, of an older girl. She and William
had always been buddies and he adored her.

He should have been there, but he hadn't been. It was his job to
look after her now, and he had failed her. He felt like crying
too, but he wouldn't, his father never would have, and he was his
father's son. He didn't stop the act, but he wouldn't let it go
unchallenged either!

There was no real wall of safety now that dad was gone. Strange,
how one sleepy overworked truck driver, on a late and lonely
road, could impact adversely so many different things.

He was five months away from his enlistment, planning to let the
Navy provide a higher education for him, saving his family the
burden of helping with that expense. It seemed strange to
William, the twist and turns that the path of life was in the
process of taking. He was beginning to wonder, if all of it
together, might not overwhelm him.

He loved his sister dearly; to be violated so violently in the
privacy of her own home was a deed unforgivable. The dark clouds
of his anger crowded him, like a black and unholy gathering of
all the basest desires of violence ever spawned in the human
heart. He was raging internally when a clear head was what he
needed most right now.

"We will see if big John takes, as well as he gives, he thought.
His mind now beginning to click."

He would keep this from his mother, at least for now. That part
would be the easy part. Working two jobs now, she was seldom here
anymore, and when she was, she was either resting, or tending
household needs. For the first time since his father's death he
realized how alone he really was, and the weight of that
knowledge was draining the life force from his young spirit.

He picked up the phone and dialed his aunt Ellie, telling her he
needed to see her as soon as it was convenient for her schedule.
He told her he needed her help, with something deeply significant
to him. Asking her not to say anything to anyone.

She told him to pop by Friday next, in the early evening. Her
husband would be away on business over the weekend, and they
would be able to talk in total security then.

Eleanor Conley laid the phone in its cradle: as she wondered what
in earth would motivate such a serious tone in her nephews call.
It must be a girl she thought, he was at that age. No matter, she
would help in any way she could. It would be nice to William
again it had been awhile.

Friday arrived and Bill made ready for his meeting with Ellie,
stuffing a few necessary items in the folds of his brief case.
Then choosing his attire carefully and laying things out to the
ready, he showered and shaved, making sure he was clean and
presentable.

When he arrived at her door at the appointed hour, he rang the
bell, and waiting there, the fleeting thought, that he should
turn around and go home strongly crossed his mind. But he
fortified his resolve and determined to go forward with his evil
plan.

Eleanor opened her door and invited William into her home, not
suspecting that anything of a notorious nature was amiss. She
looked stunning, her hair was in a French roll at the back, her
blond highlights magnified by the sheer black dress that
expressed dynamically every subtle curve of her well formed body.
She wore white high heels and dark smoke stockings that stopped
just below the top of the slit in the side of her dress.

William had always known his aunt was beautiful, but this evening
her image surpassed all these memories. She was leggy, with
well-formed breast and extremely attractive. She was in her mid
thirties but looked twenty-three, blessed with a beautiful face,
and well balanced pleasant personality. She was a woman of
breeding and sophistication, very articulate and intelligent.

She led him to the kitchen and politely pulled out one of the
heavy oak chairs for him, seating herself directly across from
him she smiled reassuringly and ask, "What is it you wanted me to
help you with William?"

Bill looked into her soft green eyes and said, "I don't know how
to begin Eleanor," he said, as he opened his brief case. "I came
to fuck you Ellie, to force myself between your lovely legs and
pump my seed deep into your body," he spoke even as he grabbed
the front of her dress, pulling her from the chair. She struggled
with him, but was no match for his 194-pound frame, with it's six
foot one and half inch leverage.

He was athletic, from years of football and sports and very
heavily muscled. His body was pressed close to hers as they
struggled, and he could feel the warmth of it, and the firmness
of her breast. Every movement of her lower body brought an
increasing sensation of pleasure to him.

There was complete surprise on her face, as he forced her down on
the table. Her dress had torn at the top, and falling away
revealed a mint colored lace bra. Her lovely sheer dress now up
around her waist, revealed a matching pair of dainty lace
panties. Without further explanation he reached up and ripped the
dress from her body. Then slide the lacy bra up and over her firm
breast.

"Stop it William, stop it this instant, are you mad?" she
croaked. She lie there trying to think and remember if she had
said or done anything to her nephew, that would warrant this kind
of behavior.

Bill looked down at the naked form in front of him, and was
immediately hard. "My god, she was beautiful," he thought. He
savagely ground his hardness into her exposed mound, as his hands
danced over her breast devouring the soft creamy skin at his
fingertips. She slapped him hard across the face; angered, he
then slapped her back. He pulled her from the table and spanked
her ass hard! Holding his other arm firmly across her upper back.

"Stop it Bill that hurts, stop it now you bastard!!" she cried
out. She was sobbing uncontrollably now, her cheeks wet with her
tears. With every movement of her struggle she was stimulating
William's huge, bulging, hardness.

He paused to softly rub her mound, and seek the hiding place of
her clit. He knew from her sharp gasp when he had passed over it,
and began to work that area intently. In a few moments he slipped
his fingers under the dainty mint panties to feel the heat and
wetness of her body.

Smoothly his fingers sailed up and down the slick valley of her
passion. Ellie wasn't struggling nearly as hard as she had been,
and there were soft sounds coming from her now. He timidly
inserted two fingers into her tight wetness, slowly stroking in
and out of her, wiggling his fingers against the walls of her
vagina as he went.

"William, please, this is so wrong! Let me go, I won't tell a
soul, please stop, you have no idea what your doing to me!" she
pleaded softly. His fingers and hands were so wickedly wonderful
on her body; she loved the sensation they brought her.

Bill slid the dainty panties down and off her shapely legs, then
said, "Eleanor you are going to lay belly down on that table,
with your feet flat on the floor, I intend to eat you, would you
like that sweet Ellie," he ask her?

"Bill, please stop, this is so serious, what have I done wrong?
Bill for God's sake baby I love you, please don't make me do it!"
her plea was but a shocked whisper. She knew that if he continued
his rough exploration of her she would eventually succumb to his
advances.

She moved slowly but without a struggle, and lie before him, her
curvaceous ass open wide for his pleasure. He wasted no time, and
inserted the point of his hot tongue into her vulva seeking her
clit. There was a spasmodic lurch from her body as his tongue
brushed against her hard nub, he locked down on it assaulting it
furiously. She moaned deeply, it was the opening note of her
first love song of the evening.

"Oh God she thought, how marvelous it feels, how wicked,
depraved, and exciting. She knew her hungry sex was getting wet,
oh how she wanted to feel him inside her. Even knowing it was
sinfully evil, and wrong."

Progressing he moved to the sweetly formed pouting cunt lips of
her sex and teasingly inserted the tip of his tongue, forcing
them partially open. Reveling in the slightly saline spicy taste
of her heat, and the magnificent bouquet of her body. He slammed
as much of his tongue into her cunt as he could, probing deeply
inside her body, rewarded for his effort by the sounds in his
ears. He began lapping at her sex, in long strokes, running from
her lips to her clit. Then impaled his hard tongue in her ass
wiggling as deeply in as he could get it.

"My God, how sick and depraved, he was actually tonguing her anal
cavity. It felt so wonderful lust rose in her body like a tidal
wave. His hot tongue sent lightening bolts of tingling passion
shooting through her body, crashing against her clit, warming it
with a sweet, soft glow. It was driving her to madness."

After a brief period of this treatment she was actually trying to
shift her body into a position more advantageous to her pleasure.
But he avoided further contact with her clit, electing instead to
tease around it until she was mad for it. Even though he was
young, and relatively inexperienced, he knew from her cooing, he
was ringing her chimes.

"Oh God, please she thought, his tongue felt so soft and warm
against her. He used it like a sweet velvet whip, every lash
bathing her tender flesh with a blushing tingle of warmth. Dam
him for doing this, storming her fortifications, not with the
weapons of war, but a soft, evil, tenderness. She wanted to
submit so badly right now she felt like crying."

Her fragrance was even more wonderful now, her flavor changing to
a sweet hot spice. Her moisture had increased significantly, and
she was moving on his face with a delicate sense of urgency. The
notes of her gentle cooing were now filling his body with heat.

 He moved his tongue upward, and teasingly flicked his hot, wet
muscle, across her anal opening. There was an immediate barrage
of deep salty tones that issued forth from her lovely throat. She
was hot, and running like a river, the lips of her sex engorged
to the point of opening on their own. He sensed she was ready now
to receive him into her moist heat.

Bill finally stood and unleashed his broad formidable tool; the
beast being ravenously hungry now and ready to devour, twitched
like some evil snake as it lay in his hand. "Eleanor, do you
still wish me to halt this assault," he ask of her? There was
only the sound of her whimper, as she lay shivering before him.

He passed his stiffness from the dewy folds of her lips, up to
her clit repeatedly. Collecting the sweet nectar of her body on
the monsters head. Pausing briefly at the gates to paradise, he
momentarily teased her swollen lips; he then slowly slid the
hungry beast into her heated cavern, invading the sanctity of her
fertile triangle.

Eleanor shuddered as he slid his hard, enormous member, into her
tight sex. She responded to its intrusion into her body not with
protest, but with a deep, low, heated moan of pleasure.

"This was her William she thought, the boy she had watched grow
up doing this, driving her to the pinnacle of sexual desire, then
skillfully bringing her to orgasm against her will!" she was
marveled.

Then the raw, unmitigated pleasure, of his movements inside her
forced all thoughts out of her mind, as her reasoning faculties,
kneeled in obedient reverence before the raging power of her
sexual urges.

"Oh God Bill, please!" she begged him.

William drew back, then slammed into this beautiful woman's
shapely body, bottoming out before his entire length was in her.
Her breath exploded out from within her, from the sheer brutal
force of his entry.

She lay there, quivering against his hard young form, as he
halted inside her, to pause and enjoy the warmth of his first
woman. He felt the soft clutching ripple of her passage walls
massage his staff, relishing the sensation of her hot wetness
surrounding him.

"Oh God William, baby please, yes!" she whimpered.

William noted as he paused she was pushing back against his
member now, and she was dripping wetness between her legs, the
stuff was running down the insides of her lovely thighs. Her
perfectly shaped ass wiggled against him, urging him to continue
his forced rape of her body.

Reaching up he placed his hand in hers, to see what her response
would be; she squeezed it lovingly, and kissed the back of it. He
coaxed his member deeply into her burning body and finally
achieved complete penetration of his aunt.

"Would you like to turn over Eleanor?" he asked her.

"Yes, please Bill, I want to watch your face," she told him.

He placed a chair under each foot, and gently laid her down on
her back, gaining his first clear view of her frontal charms. Her
vulva was full, well defined, and slightly parted, like a dewy
morn flower on the verge of opening. The well formed vaginal lips
ripe, parted, and exposing a splash of bright wet crimson.

She was shaved, which surprised him, and there was a small
brightly colored tattoo of a dragon high and left of her sex. Her
tummy was flat and her breasts were magnificently well shaped and
firm. The overall vision was clearly stirring, and endeared
itself to Williams's heart!

"You belong on the pages of Playboy Ellie," he told her as he
looked down into her soft green eyes. There was no fear there
now, only a soft smoky passion, instinctively he bent over and
kissed her. She placed her arms about his neck and held him
closely. While she forced her tongue into his mouth, and showed
him how it was really meant to be done.

Then, teasingly, she started nibbling his ear and running her
long nails down the back of his neck, causing his cock to spasm
wildly deep inside the softness of her body. They continued their
necking for some time, as he slowly moved in and out of her tight
warm opening.

He smiled at her when she released him, and he began to move in
earnest to bring her to culmination, releasing her from the
seething passion he had kindled in her body.

There would be no sweet slow penetration now. His urges demanded
much more. Suddenly Ellie thrust herself upward on his young
cock, and began stroking him rapidly, never moving her eyes from
his. Bill, encouraged by her movements, ravaged her body like a
madman. While his hands hungrily devoured the tender warmth of
her soft breasts, pausing now and then to tease her hard, rose
colored nipples.

"Oh God Bill, fuck me baby, hard please!" Her voice deep, with a
hint of heat and smoke. This unholy thing consumed her, its lust
and wickedness spurring her on in her wanton behavior. Fucking
her own nephew and loving every inch of him, it was sick but she
didn't care, she just needed to explode against his youthful
hardness.

Bill felt her passage ripple around him, a gentle beginning
squeeze, that soon became so violent that it nearly forced him
out of her body, and became slightly uncomfortable. Her eruption
was accompanied with a tremendous amount of fluids spewing out on
his pub and thighs. Her bouquet filled the ambient distance
between them, its scent, sweetly addictive to young William.

But the most wonderful thing was the orchestrations emanating
from between her shapely lips. The complete verbalization of her
sexual intensity enthralled him. Her face had softened, losing
that urgent cast; it was replaced now by a sweet, gentle, and
very radiant smile.

She smiled at him with joy, as she felt him stiffen and swell
inside her body. He began to pump his cream in powerful gushes,
into her soft warm cavern, and it felt to her as if there were a
gallon of it. She rolled her lower body upward on his pumping
cock and smiled again, as she helped him empty every last drop of
it into her soaked, slick, vaginal passage.

She placed her lips against his ear and whispered, "I should be
pissed at you William, but I'm not, I'm glad you took me, and I
love you. I have watched you these last couple of years, and
wanted you sexually, and I bet you never even realized it.

I have fantasized about you, even imagining it was you between my
legs, when your uncle made love to me." With that she kissed him
again, and ran her graceful fingers through his thick auburn
locks, watching him with those deeply expressive green eyes.

Bill was shocked by his aunt's revelation; he never had the
slightest inkling, that there was any interest of a sexual nature
in her for him. But he was elated, and flattered, by her
confession.

She rose from the table with his assistance, and stood on
unsteady legs, his fluids and hers running down the inside of her
shapely cut thighs. She held him close for a moment hugging and
kissing him. When she finally broke her embrace she offered to
make coffee, which he declined. He suggested a beer, and she got
one for both of them.

She sat across from him, unashamed of her nakedness. Bill was
pleased, because she was a spectacular sight, five foot, four
inches, of exquisitely formed female flesh, and he told her so.
She smiled shyly, and giggled.

William knew as he watched her reaction to his statement that he
loved her, and told her so. Looking at him she paused an instant,
then burst into tears, lowering her head as she cried. He didn't
fully understand her reaction, but he was sorry now he had
involved her in this, she was a wonderful lady.

How would he tell her now? How would he begin?

"Eleanor, you told me you loved me, did you mean it?" he ask her.

"Yes William, I did," she said softly.

"Ellie, you are my first love, and I have always admired you. I
would like to be with you Ellie, become your lover. If you'd have
me after all this?"

Her eyes misted again with a powerful surge of nearly
uncontrollable emotion, as she placed her hand in his and
squeezed softly.

From there he explained the events involving Sara's ravaging, his
plot for vengeance, her part included. Her eyes ran the gamut of
human emotion, as the tale unfolded before her, surprise, sorrow,
anger, and pain. Last of all he told her, how sorry he was he had
involved her in his poorly conceived plan for revenge.

Eleanor stood gracefully, and then moved to kneel in front of his
chair. She placed her hands on the sides of his face, and softly
kissed him. It was a slow, sweet, simmering kiss, that stirred
strongly those cooling embers of his desire, slowly, swirling
upward, the brightly colored sparks of his passion rose against
the night sky, then slowly descended again like fine ash, that
settled on his lips with a warming pleasance. "She was amazing he
thought, there couldn't possibly be another woman like her in the
whole of the universe.

"Honey, you moved heaven above me, and the earth below tonight. I
have never experienced anything like you before; we will have a
relationship."

I am profoundly sorry about your Sara, and we will deal with
John. We have many plans to make Bill, but first, please stay the
night with me," she asked, as she stood. Her request sounding
more like a plea, than a request.

Bill stood and followed her to the bedroom, admiring the sensual
sway of her tight bottom and full hips as she moved, and the
rippling muscles of her calves. The bedroom was large, plush, and
immaculate, he seated himself on her large bed by invitation, and
watched the hottest woman in the world parade before him
completely naked.

She was a grand vision standing there, her stiletto's still on
her feet, her legs spread wide, one hip thrust provocatively out.
Her thigh high smoke stockings still in place, but everything
else gone now. She was a classy broad, and he told her so. She
giggled again and smiled at him.

He had thought all his life he knew her, the quiet, reserved, and
always serious, aunt Ellie. But she was really a soft, sensitive
woman, easily opened, and full of passion. It was like
discovering a new friend, being with her this way.

She removed something at the back of her head, and all that
glorious, shimmering, golden hair tumbled down, cascading about
her neck and shoulders. She moved to kneel in front of him again,
but the embrace she sought this time was of a more passionate
nature.

Lowering her head she quickly engulfed his flaccid member
surrounding him with the penetrating warmth of her mouth; he let
go with a loud groan at the sweetness of the sensation.

It wasn't long until matters had firmed a bit, and Ellie had
blown his ash-covered embers to a full fanned roaring inferno. He
was spell bound as he watched her hungrily consume his staff, and
marveled at the sweet sensation of her mouth. She was beautiful
even now with her hair in disarray, her face flushed and
contorted with her efforts. Then he felt it stir deep in his sac,
and said, "Ellie stop, I'm about to go!"

"No, I won't stop," she told him, and stubbornly continued on.

Bill had tried to save her, but it was to late now, he let loose
with a torrent of hot thick cream right into her mouth. He knew
she would be pissed, but to his surprise she drank it down with
gusto, sucking out and swallowing every last drop.

When she finished she sucked in hard, and slowly raised her head
until he slipped out with a loud pop that nearly made him faint.
Looking him square in the eye she smiled, like the cat that got
the canary, then kissed him full on the mouth tongue and all. It
was salty but he wasn't about to protest this new experience and
risk offending her. Anyway, it wasn't as bad as eating half
cooked eggs.

Bill collapsed on the big bed deliriously happy, and Ellie
scrambled right up beside him. "God Ellie, you are a savage
dear," he told her as his hand ran freely over her exposed
breasts.

She laughed, smiled, and then bit the hell out of his nipple.

"Ouch, dam you!" he told her.

"Asshole!" she said and smiled.

"Slut!" he replied.

"Yes, I am, and aren't you glad!" teasingly.

"You have me their, I love it, and I love you Ellie," moving
closer.

With misty eyes she kissed him again, a deep, slow, sensual kiss,
which only lovers give away. They necked for some time she was a
wonderful kisser, and she was like a horny hungry teenager.

They remained that way for some time, locked in each other's
arms. Making plans for their future and holding loneliness at
bay. Ellie said they would need some excuse for remaining in
close proximity, so they could continue to see each other.

William knew she was right, she suggested he take employment with
her fathers company, that way business could always be the
perfect reason for their meeting each other.

She was partial heir to the Hollingsworth fortune a shareholder
and member of the board in her fathers company. She would leave
John, but not before humiliating him and revealing her knowledge
of his activities with Sara. No one involved wanted to pursue a
legal course of action for his rape, as that would be to
harrowing an experience for his young Sister.

Then Ellie kissed him, and rolled her lithe shapely body over on
top of him. She began to rake his nipples with her nails, and
then slowly drug them down his belly to his shaft and proceeded
to bring them up the sides of his member, making him shiver
beneath her.

She wrapped her fingers around his half hard cock and began to
stroke him. In a very short period of time he was as hard as
steel again. She grasped his cock and aimed its bulging head at
her entrance then slowly, with deliberation, lowered her warm
moist body down on him.

"God Ellie, you really are a sexual savage, and I like it," he
told her smiling.

"Never before tonight!" she quipped! Smiling right back at him.

She began to move in haste against him and the sensation was the
most wonderful thing he had ever experienced. To lay under her,
nearly helpless, without control, was almost more than his
sensory system could endure. He watched amazed as she took his
cock deep into her small slit, it seemed to become even larger
beneath her small body, the sight was exotically titillating.

The look on her face told him she would not last long, and he
knew from his own body's urgings that he wouldn't either. It had
been a night filled with wondrous new experiences for William,
one he would remember for the rest of his life.

He was slick with her moisture now. Bucking strongly upward into
Ellie's body his hips rose slightly off the bed and impaled his
rock hard cock into his sweet aunts sopping cunt, forcing a cry
of delight from between her sweet lips.

With her hands flat on the mattress supporting her, William's
lean athletic young body hammered his sweet Eleanor into a high
state of sexual agitation. Her head thrown back, her hair wildly
splayed down her back she moaned as she submitted both her body
and will to her new lover.

Suddenly she threw herself forward on the palms of her hands and
began to stoke with such abandoned ferocity that they both came
simultaneously in a wild twisting orgy of sound and sweat.

She collapsed on William sated, basking in the warmth of his
nearness and the strong male scent of his body. As her shattered
self-image slowly settled back to earth, her spirit was refreshed
by the brightness of her release, and the pure sweet
unadulterated bliss of her body.

Their were tears in her eyes as she kissed him, never had
anything in her life been as sweet as this night had been.
Placing her soft lips near his ear she whispered, "William, I am
in love with you," and then she moved to cling to him refusing to
let go. Thus they rested, allowing the chemistry of their bodies,
to restore their physical energies.

Ellie rose from the bed, taking William's hand, she led him to
the shower and proceeded to purify his body. Necking with him
beneath the warm flow of water, like some teenage lover. The
entire scenario filled her with youthful tenderness, and called
again that innocent, loving girl, she had been so long ago.

Before life and circumstance had first tempered, then dismissed
those soft romantic tendencies in her. She would not allow that
to happen again she silently determined! She was so glad she had
been William's first love, he was such a gorgeous young man, and
she was in love with him.

When they had finished drying each other William scooped her up
in his arms and carried her to bed. They slept very close
together that first night. And for the first time in a good while
Eleanor Conley slept contentedly, a deep, restful, refreshing
sleep with a slight smile to her lips.

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