She Could Smell The Coffee                                                              Trapper

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She could smell the coffee; it was a rich aroma that always got to her. She loved to wake up to that smell. Every Friday evening at nine p.m. she set the timer for six a.m., lay out her jogging shorts and tank top and went to bed. Ever since she discovered the trail at the edge of town soon after moving there last summer she had jogged there early in the morning every Saturday. No way would she jog in the park or in the evening, that she knew was too dangerous. Not long after arriving early in June she had been told by other teachers at the high school that there had been some rapes in town. It was a fairly big town, about 300 thousand people lived and worked at timber and farming in the forested mid-west town. Smaller than the big city she was raised and educated in, but big enough to have a few predators and a few secrets. The rapes were not widely talked about and were kind of hush-hush she was told. It would not do for victim’s names to get out, and there was the town’s reputation as a great place for a family to be raised too. 

The weather in March was still warm enough to jog outdoors, but it was cool enough to discourage most of those who used the trail in the warmest part of the year. Even though she had been jogging here for ten months, had not observed anything suspicious or heard of any problems on the picturesque trail, she still remained very observant and on guard.
 
Colleen stretched her lithe 5 foot 9 inch frame and crawled out of bed. It would be daylight in another hour. She always got to the trail at dawn and enjoyed the last remnants of sunrise as she jogged through the lightly wooded area. She was observant but felt safe here because fishermen and picnickers often visited the stream and the path followed the near by road. 

Colleen jumped out of bed still clad in her tap pants and a light silky top. She looked in the mirror, posed sexy then giggled as he headed down for the coffee. Her routine was her life; she always adhered to it faithfully. After bringing the hot coffee back upstairs she would run a shower; then sit at the dressing table, brush and tie back her long blonde hair. It was her pride and joy, almost waist length, thick and sun gold. She had grown it without any more than an occasional trim since she was eight years old.

Being a Physical Education teacher in an area like this was her dream job. After a year or two here, maybe she would meet Mr. Right and then, maybe children! But first she was going to get established in the school, the community and the church. She had been raised in an extremely religious family, gone to a church run school and been a faithful supporter of her religion. He would have to be of her faith and she would have to be married by a priest! 

Right on schedule she got out of the shower and walked nude to her dressing table. After drying off she undid her hair and stood brushing it out. It cascaded down her back tickling her butt. It flowed in a golden stream over the front of both her shoulders tickling her breasts and stomach too.

She glanced at her coffee and decided it would still be to hot. It was time to get her shorts and jogging top on and head out to the piney woods. She loved the smell of the trees and the sound of the flowing water as she ran. She glanced into the mirror at her body, admiring the well-toned muscle. Her gaze dropped to her breasts. They weren’t large, but they were proportional to her tall frame. They were only a 34 B, but they were high and firm. She turned to check out her ass, it was nice and toned too she knew. She didn’t have to check it out in the mirror to know it was firm, round and a real asset, she constantly saw guys checking it out as she walked by. Colleen turned to the mirror and raised her hands to her breasts. Carefully she felt around the bottoms of the firm globes. Next she ran her fingertips around the sides and tops. No lumps, everything was good. Glancing at her jogger’s wristwatch, she saw it was time to get dressed. The slinky nylon felt good as it flowed up her legs. She loved the feel of the silky material on her ass as she ran. A giggle came from her as she thought of her big secret. She ran with no panties on. Her natural golden bush was shaved smooth as a baby’s. When she ran, the erotic feeling of the silky material lightly rubbing her mound would get her feeling very sexy. When she got home she would get her vibrator out and run it up and down her damp slit until she was ready to cum. Very carefully she would insert the cock shaped head into her virgin opening and even more carefully insert it into herself just a little ways. She was always careful to not get as deep as her hymen. That was a treasure she would present to her husband when she was married.

This morning she was feeling especially hot and needy. Her mound was swollen and damp. “Maybe I can play around a little and then run,” she said to herself. “What the heck,” she said out loud, “It’s not quite as light as I would like it anyway.” Opening the dresser, she slid her hands under her silk panties and found the slender 8-inch vibrator. She pulled it out and turned the switch to on. A very light hum emitted from the smooth shaft. Her vagina began to feel damp, itchy, as she ran her hand up and down the hard ivory looking shaft. Gently she ran her fingertips up to the realistic head and tweaked it. Playfully, she raised it to her mouth and ran the tip of her tongue out to touch it to the knobby plastic head. Staring into the mirror, she looked at herself in the mirror and saw a tall beautiful blonde with a perfectly proportioned body, golden blonde hair standing topless, teasing a realistic looking artificial ivory cock with her tongue. She stifled a giggle. She had never sucked one, never even touched one; but she had listened to her girlfriends, she had read some pretty racy books and she taught sexual education too.  

Colleen slid the head into her mouth and began to suck on it, she laved the head, licked the corona and underneath the edge of the flared head. Slowly she stuck the hard vibrator in as deep as she could without gagging and began to pretend she was sucking a cock. It was her other secret. She would wake up wet, hot, needing her fingers in the middle of the night when she dreamed her secret dream. A guy holding her down on her knees; one powerful hand on her shoulders, the other behind her head as he forced her to swallow his cock . His hand would push and pull her head, forcing her to take it full length while he ordered her to suck and lick.

The beautiful blonde pulled the wet vibrator out of her hot sucking mouth and switched it off. “Darn,” she said out loud. She was getting really damp, more like gushing wet and very hot and needy. Quickly she stuck the damp toy under her pillow. It would be safe there until after her run. “Gees,” she said out loud as she felt how damp her vagina had gotten while she played. She bent over the bed and grabbed the tight silky tube top, and froze. She saw the reflection of a pair of sweat pant clad legs in the mirror, right behind her, they were a man’s legs! 

A scream stuck in her throat. When she tried to stand up and turn to confront the intruder she was slammed face first into her bed coverlet. A powerful hand had shoved her face into the thick quilt with enough force to painfully pinch her lips between her teeth and the mattress.

With all the strength she had Colleen fought to stand up and get away. She knew if she could get some distance, even a couple feet, she had a chance of getting away. She could not twist or fight hard enough in the powerful grip too get loose or slip from under the powerful pressure holding her down. Suddenly a hand was on her ass. Her shorts were being pulled down. RAPE, she was going to be RAPED!  Adrenaline rushed through her system!

With all her strength, Colleen lunged upright. She caught him by surprise. Spinning, she dashed towards the bedroom door. She was free. Then disaster struck. As she took her second long stride she tripped and fell. His hands were still tightly grasping the elastic band of her silky shorts. As he spun to follow her he kept a tight hold and jerked the shorts down. Colleen made an uncontrolled full length landing on her front. Her naked breasts smashed into the carpet, her chin hit hard enough to make her head bounce. Stunned, she lay there for a moment then fueled by extreme fear, she started to scramble to her knees.

“I’ve had about enough of this shit you fucking blonde cunt,” a male voice barked behind her. Suddenly she was picked up bodily and thrown onto bed face first. She caught a glimpse of him in the mirror as he tossed her down. He was shorter than her, about 5 foot 6 or 7, but he had wide shoulders on a powerful stocky build. There was no doubt in her mind that she could not match his strength, she had to get distance between them. She tried to get up again; that’s when she saw the knife! He held it up to her face. Standing behind her, his weight pinning her down, he slowly twisted the knife around in front of her eyes. All hope flowed out of her.

“I, I, I don’t have much money, but you can have it, it’s in my purse over on the dresser,” she whimpered. He said nothing. She tried to turn her head to see him in the mirror. “Don’t move cunt, don’t even blink or I’m gonna cut you up real, real bad.” She froze, her face in the coverlet. Her shorts were off one leg, she felt him pull back and reach down. “Lift your right leg up,” he ordered. She complied and felt the shorts pulled off. Now she was stark naked in front of a man for the first time in her life. Fingers went to her back, ran down her sides reached under and cupped her right breast, pinched her nipple making her cry out. “Ouch, stop it, don’t touch me,” she yelled at him. He didn’t respond, only ran his fingers down to her ass, then across her cheeks and down between her legs. A shudder passed through her whole body. She sobbed out loud as he used to fingers to pull her damp, swollen lips apart and exposed her pink wetness. She could picture in her mind what he was seeing as her stood looking down between her thighs. Colleen sobbed and tried to close her legs up tight.

“Had my eye on you for a long time slut. Careful bitch aren’t you. Never could get you alone out on that trail. It took me a long time to locate you. This is nice and private, no neighbors out here and here you are, shaved beaver, using a vibrator to get ready for me, all hot and ready to fuck,” he laughed.

“No, please, I’m a virgin, I have to stay that way, my church, I want to get married in the church, please, can’t I do something else for you?” she begged. His hand drifted down to her vagina. “Nice, smooth, real nice plump little lips, and a little damp,” was his answer. “Spread em honey,” h e ordered. “Please, OHH,” she shut up when the knife slowly stroked up and down the side of her neck. Slowly, she spread her legs. “More honey, a little more,” he ordered. 

His fingers spread her open again; another finger dipped into her damp slit and began to stroke her sensitive inner lips. “Naughty girl I watched you playing stinky finger and sucking on your toy,” he said. “You ever suck a real cock?”  He asked. “NO, nnno,” she lowered her voice. “Well, you wanted to do something else, you don’t want to fuck so maybe sucking my cock will do it,” he told her. Hope flowed through her, then resignation. He was lying, she knew it, could sense it. But is she made him cum; she new guys were often sated when they climaxed. She had heard that from a married cousin and it was in the sex education studies.

“I never did it, I don’t know how,” she told him. She felt him tie something around her right ankle, then around her left ankle. “Get up” he told her. Slowly, carefully, with the knife in the corner of her vision, she stood up. Looking down, she saw a cord tied to each ankle. It was about 3 feet long. She couldn’t run now. He wasn’t taking any chances.

It had taken him three months of watching to get to her. He had raped at least twenty of the high school cunt, and a couple older broads. He liked them about 20, young and tender. The half dozen high school bitches he had gotten to in this burg were good tender young meat, but only one was a virgin. He nailed them if he got a chance, but he wanted something a little older yet innocent and sweet. He usually hung out in churches to find ‘em. That’s where he spotted this one.

“”Kneel sweet heart, keep your eyes down and kneel.” She sank to her knees. He walked in front of her and stood still, knife in hand. “Pull my pants down and then off,” he ordered. The sharp knife lay lightly on the side of her neck.

Colleen shakily pulled down his baggy sweat pants. When they cleared his groin, she jumped in surprised. He wore no underwear. His penis stood tall and hard, veins on the inch and a half wide shaft stood out. As she stared at it, she could see the eight-inch shaft throbbing and twitching. Her worst fears rose up again. “OK, what do you want me to do?” she asked. “I’ll do what you want, but please, let me keep my virginity, I can’t get married in the church if I am not a virgin and if I get pregnant I can’t have a abortion,” she quietly told him. “Gee, that’s a sad fucking story baby, really makes me want to cry,” he told her. “Open up honey, I don’t believe you never sucked cock, I watched you with your toy,” he told her. “No really, I only practiced, pretended,” she told him. “SUCK MY COCK OR I’M GONNA FUCK YOU,” he yelled at her. 

Colleen leaned forward and opened her lips. Shutting her eyes, she took the shiny pinkish purple head into her mouth. It was hot, hot and kind of spongy and velvet like. It didn’t taste bad, a little musky, and coffee taste. She ran her tongue over the head, then under the rim and licked the shaft just like she read about and had practiced. He shuddered and gasped, “oh yeah baby, you’re a cocksucker all right, oh yes, that’s good, real good, nice and slow, deep now, lick, suck, I’m not going to last long in your hot little mouth, get ready to suck and swallow,” he told her.

Colleen knelt, focused on sucking her first cock, trying to get him to come in her mouth, hoping he would not make her swallow. The word “swallow” caromed through her mind when he uttered it. Well, she would try; she had to satisfy him in order to save herself from rape or worse. Sucking harder, swirling her tongue around the hot spongy head, she tried getting him deeper in her mouth. Suddenly he shoved hard and popped into her throat. She tried to pull back but he had his hands in her head and was pounding his hips into her face. In shock, Colleen wondered how long she could breathe, in a panic she began to struggle. Suddenly she realized she was living her dream. To her absolute horror, she felt her vagina begin to get wetter, gushing wet! Not only was she getting wet, she felt the need to touch her clit, to rub the red nubbin and the tender inner folds of her swollen sex.

“Yeah baby, yeah, suck, suck, here it comes,” he told the struggling blonde. His nuts tightened and the familiar rush flooded his body and mind. He rammed it to her and felt the wet pulses race up his cock and begin to squirt into her throat. He gave her two big gobs and pulled back to fire two more into her mouth. He jerked out of her mouth and shot the last couple spurts onto her face.

“Gasp, gag, ack, cough, ughh,” Colleen gagged. The hot liquid had flooded her throat, filled her mouth and then as he pulled out and shot all over her face. She inhaled air then she began to choke on the sperm sliding down her throat. The thick gobs in her mouth began to run down her throat as she finally got her breath. Swallowing hard, Colleen opened her eyes and looked at the mirror. She had blobs of sperm on her right cheek and chin. It was running slowly down her face and hanging off in white strings. “Clean it off with your fingers and eat it,” he told her. “Please, no more,” she gasped. “You eat or fuck, cunt, which is it?” he asked her. “Watch the mirror, come on, hurry the fuck up and get over here,” he yelled as he jerked her up and shoved her to the dressing table.  Colleen scooped the sticky fluid off her face, licked it off her finger. It was nasty tasting stuff, salty and bitter, but she swallowed it and held it down.

“Turn around, bend over, spread your legs,” he ordered her. “Spread your cheeks honey, wider, stand up, turn around, sit down on the bed, lay back, come on, scoot back and spread him,” her ordered gruffly. 

Terrified, Colleen did as she was told. He made her expose herself to him, her vagina her anus, he made her spread her vulva and play with her inner folds as he slowly stroked his cock. She stared at his cock as she fingered herself at his direction. It grew in length and diameter as he instructed her to play with her vagina for him.

“Lay back and spread your legs, raise ‘em up, come on, pull those knees back to your shoulders,” he ordered. Colleen reached behind her knees and pulled back and out. She was spread wide, fully exposed. Her womanhood and anus were on display right in front of his face.

Looking down at the beautiful blonde, her hair spread all over the bed, her bare cunt splayed, shiny pink inner folds showing, her bare anus, a clean pink ruffled looking ring, he knew the three month wait and planning had been worth it. She was his for the entire weekend. He knew her routine, had been in her place plenty of times. He knew about the vibrator, had read her diary, had even taken her panties out of the hamper and inhaled her sweet cunt odors. Slowly, he laid the knife up under her tits and lowered his head to the widely splayed cunt. 

“OHHH, NOOO, PLEASE, ahh, ahh, ooooh, awwww, uh, uh, uh,” Colleen jerked and wiggled her ass trying to get the hot tongue out of her hole. It was electric; his tongue was causing current to flow through her vagina. She could feel her hips jerk and begin to move up and down as her found her clit and began to lick it. “GAWWWWW,” she screamed as a climax ripped through her groin. Her legs wrapped around his head, her thighs, wet with her juices squeezed tightly around his head as she rubbed her hot pussy into his lips trying to extend the most intense climax she had ever experienced.

He crawled up over her spread thighs; she could f eel his hard cock bouncing up her thighs towards her vagina. “Please, no, please, I’m begging you, I can’t, please, anything else, can I use my mouth on you again, please.” 

“How old are you baby?” “I’m twenty three,” she answered. “Never been fucked, huh?” “Nnno,” she stuttered. “I went to a religious school, I made vows,” she answered. 

He never said a word, just punched her in the stomach, immobilizing the terrified young teacher. As she struggled for air, he shoved her legs apart and crawled between them. Before she could fight back, she felt the head of his cock at her entrance. She wiggled to the side and felt the hard cock poke her thigh, she moved the opposite direction and felt him lunge at her wet opening and miss again. It was then she looked up and saw him grinning down at her; he was just prolonging it, having a good time at her expense. It was a game to him, she realized.  The realization shocked her, she hesitated in her violent struggle to preserve he virginity; he plunged down with all his strength!

“NOOOOOOOOO,” Colleen screamed as the head of his cock slammed up against her hymen. It hurt terribly, her whole vagina tightened in shock at the pain! “Oh please, please, don’t, don’t, NOOOOOO,” she screamed again as he increased the pressure. “Here it comes bitch, gonna plant a baby in you cherry little cunt,” he told her as he slowly shoved his hard throbbing cock into the tightly stretched membrane. “IEEEEE,” she screamed as he broke through. He held still, feeling her wriggle and fight to dislodge him. He loved it when a freshly broken cunt did that. It was like if they got it out it really hadn’t happened. But it had. He pulled back out of her and shoved back in. “NOOOOO,” she screamed again. Reaching down, he grabbed her behind the knees and lifted. When her knees were up by her ears, he began to slam into her freshly opened pussy with long, deep powerful strokes.

“Gahh, oh noooo,” Colleen wailed. She was raped, not a virgin, not fit to marry and probably going to be pregnant. He began to fuck her in quick deep strokes; he crawled up so the base of his cock would rub her clit. He felt her jump, knew he was getting to her as he began to fuck her in faster deeper strokes. He felt her knees raise up almost imperceptibly. Her thighs tightened around his hips a little. His strokes got deeper, faster and he started kissing her again. She knew he was going to come in her; defeated, her virgin opening penetrated for the first time by a cock, she quit fighting.

He looked down at the beautiful blonde, squeezed her right tit and kept stroking deep into her. She was fucking him back, trying to get him off and out of her. She had surrendered. That was good, she had a long weekend ahead of her.

He crawled up higher and jackhammer fucked her, her knees move up and began to pump. “UH, UH, UHHHHH, AHHHHHHHHHHIIEEEE,” she screeched as she came. He slammed into her two, three, four times and began to pump her womb full of sperm. The hot liquid squirted through her cervix and sent her over the top again.

“One more hole to break in cunt,” he whispered into her ear as he pulled his deflating cock slowly out of her burning, oozing vagina. Colleen lay dazed, legs wide spread, her vagina felt ripped, burnt and stretched. She felt liquid running out of her widely splayed lips. Looking down she say a white puddle forming between her thighs. The slimy looking puddle had spots of red all over it.
He had only rested about fifteen minutes; his arm thrown over her chest to pin her down as he recovered from one of the best fucks he ever had. Her sobbing, sniffling, her heaving chest as she cried and moaned made his cock begin to twitch and grow.

“OK cunt, lets break in that sweet looking little asshole of yours,” he whispered into her ear. “NOOOOOO, NOT THAT, PLEASE, NOT THAT, IT’S DIRTY AND IT WILL HURT ME, I CAN’T TAKE IT IN MY BOTTOM, umphhh,” her loud protest ended with his hand over her mouth.

Whap, whap, whap, Noooo, IEEEEEE, NOOOOOO, whap, whap, he beat her tits, her legs her stomach with the leather belt. Colleen rolled over and tried to get up,. Whap, whap, he followed her, the belt lashing her ass, the back of her thighs. “OK, OK, please stop,” she screeched.  “That’s better lady, now get down on your knees, suck it nice and hard and while you are at it, get it good and wet. I’m gonna break your little ass in hard and dirty. It’s better that way. Once I get you busted open, you’re gonna be able to take a cock up there without much trouble,” he told her.

Colleen reached down and guided the bulbous head to her anus. Slowly he pushed at her tight ring, she felt it yield a little, it hurt! “Ouch; stop, no, IEEEEEEEEEEEE,” she screamed as he sunk balls deep into her ass. “Gahh, NO,NO, NO, OUCH, STOP, PLEEEEEEASE, STOP. The hard rod felt like it was on fire as it quickly ripped into her bowels. The burning spread like a wild fire, his red hot cock felt like it had burned her open as her virgin ass was raped. 

 He could feel the puffy lips of her wet hot cunt massaging his balls as he lay tightly inserted into her ass. He had her knees shoved back to her ears again as he lay deeply imbedded into her anus, rubbing his swollen balls over her hot wet gash. “Here it comes cunt,” he told her as her pulled back slightly and then slammed back into her. She lay, staring up at him, writhing in pain as he began to plunge deep into her, pull back and plunge slowly, forcefully back in again. After a couple dozen strokes, he felt her loosen up more and her began to fuck her ass like it was her pussy. She wrapped her legs around him to keep him from going so deep. He lowered his mouth to hers and began to kiss her. She didn’t fight it, she opened her mouth and let him have his way with her; she just wanted to get it over.

“Uh, Uh, Uh, UGGGH OHHHHH, YEAHHH,” he grunted and plunged into her tightly stretched ass for almost five minutes. She was undoubtedly the tightest hole he had ever fucked. Her ass was hot, like a stove hot, and it was clenching and squeezing down on his cock, milking him as he stroked deeply into him.

He dropped his mouth to hers again and began to probe hers with his tongue. She wanted it over, it hurt, hurt bad, but not as bad as first. She tried to meet his stroke, lifted just a bit, and some more of the pain went away. She lifted higher, started meeting his downward strokes, tightened her legs around him and kissed him back. For several minutes they fucked with wild abandon. Him relishing raping her beautiful ass, her wanting it over, wanting to fuck him so good he would finally be sated and leave. 

She felt it before he came; his cock started pulsing. “OOOOOOOWWWWWW,” she screamed as the salty salvo fired deep up into her ass and began to drain down into the tender raw tissues in her rectum. He plunged deeply again, relishing it as she screamed and twisted around under him trying to dislodge him from her burning ass.

He pulled slowly out of her. “Come on, get into the shower, I want to watch you while I get cleaned up, “he told her. She was forced to take a shower with him. He made her kneel and wash his cock; he made her suck him hard again.

Insurance he called it, blackmail was what it really was. She knelt on the bed, face turned towards the digital video. He stood behind her fucking her hard from behind. “Uh, uh, uh,” she heard him grunting as he tightly clutched her ass and rammed into her. “Yeah, yeah, my little bitch, my little doggie bitch, move that ass bitch, shove back, come on, move the ass or I fuck it again,” her barked at her. “Owww, owww, ouch,” Colleen wailed as he slammed into her from behind. She felt his cock twitch yet again, knew he was going to come in her fertile womb one more time. He had raped her all day and most of the evening. It was dark outside; she lost track of time but she remembered each of his brutal onslaughts, she couldn’t forget, her mouth was sore, her vagina burned and throbbed and her ass felt like it was torn open. Over and over he had raped her several dozen times.

 For the last hour he had filmed her with her toy, kneeling and sucking him, and taking it up the ass. For the last ten minutes he ravaged her vagina from behind. Finally, he was coming, getting it over with. Tears flowed down her cheeks as he slammed his big cock into her and held tightly up against her womb as he began to fill her womb with sperm again. He didn’t need the video, Colleen would never tell, her shame was soul deep, deeper than his cock could ever be rammed into her defenseless openings.

He quit raping her late Saturday night. They lay on the sticky sperm encrusted sheets with his cock imbedded into her burning anus. Colleen had finally fallen asleep. She woke in the middle of the night to find him gone. In the shower she tried to wash him off tried to douche him out. She felt dirty, used, like a whore! After staying in the shower so long she ran out of hot water, Colleen staggered on weak, shaky legs and collapsed on the sticky bed. Cold, shivering, her ass burning, her vagina feeling torn and raw, she drifted into a fitful sleep.

In June she quit her job. School was out for the summer; she would soon start to show.