Thomas, The Surreptitious Observer, Pt 2

Meg Cheever certainly would have benefited from having had installed a home security system. Newly Hatch first slipped unseen into the Cheever home within days of watching Meg masturbating on the sofa. Taking advantage of his Summer Vacation and Meg's 9 to 5 work schedule, Newly had stolen into Meg's home an additional three times since the first invasion. He knew the layout of the house as well as the back of his hand. He had planned how he intended to attack Meg and rehearsed until he was assured of success.

 

If Meg decided to pleasure herself on the sofa, Newly would attack from the second story of the home, entering through a bedroom window which he'd rigged so it would not close completely, enabling him to easily raise it to enter the home. If she was in her bedroom, Newly would enter through the rigged window in the laundry, move up to the main level of the home and then silently climbing the stairs to the second floor and the bedroom Meg usually slept in. The Master Bedroom was on the main level. However, Meg chose not to sleep in that room, perhaps reluctant to sleep alone in what had been her marital bed.

 

Weeks passed. There was little about Meg's daily routine Newly didn't know about or wouldn't have been able to anticipate. He was able to enter and exit the Cheever home unobtrusively and absolutely at will. He was now actively stalking Meg, waiting for that favorable convergence of time and circumstance to make the pretty divorcee his prey. He didn't have to wait long. Stationed in his usual peeping spot, Newly watched Meg slip a dvd into the player. For one terrible instant, Newly feared that rather than pornography, Meg had chosen to watch a comedy instead. His concerns dissipated when the image of a pretty blonde slut slobbering all over the fat knobs of two throbbing cocks flashed on the screen.

 

It was a hot, humid Summer evening. Meg was wearing a filmy pastel pink shift nightgown, hemming at her knees. Settling on the sofa to enjoy the porno movie, Meg lifted one pretty leg, laying it on the sofa, while the other leg hung comfortably over the edge of the sofa cushion. Hiking the hem of the gown, Meg slipped a hand between her thighs and immediately started diddling a finger against her clitoris. Newly moved quickly. As agile as a cat he'd alighted on the roof and like a shadow, seemed to melt through the second story window. He was in the house. Thinking she might have heard a soft noise upstairs, Meg paused and cocked her head, listening. Satisfied that it was the noises of a settling house, she continued sliding a finger through the crevice of her moist vulva. Upstairs in the unoccupied bedroom, Newly had stripped naked.

 

He had slipped halfway down the staircase and could see Meg stretched out on the sofa, lying so that he could look between her splayed thighs. Two of her fingers were inserted in her opening and he could hear the wet slosh, splish-splosh of the fingers fucking her juicy cunt. Newly had cleared the stairs and was advancing quickly on her before Meg was even aware of his presence. Wide-eyed, her fingers slipped moistly from her slot and she made an effort to roll off the sofa intending to escape through the front door. Newly had grabbed both of her shoulders, arresting her movement and forcing her to lie back on the sofa. His knees forced Meg's legs apart. Newly held his throbbing cock in one hand while extending his other arm - the hand braced on Meg's shoulder - to keep her pinned to the sofa. The operation was as slick as glass. Thrusting his hips forward, Newly's ramrod was packed into Meg's clasping cuntal sheath.

 

Newly's attack had been so swift and devastating, the pretty brunette didn't know what hit her. He was very strong and lying full against her body. He held one of Meg's legs higher than the other by positioning the crook of his elbow under the hollow of the knee of that leg. His head was facing the backrest of the sofa, but they were cheek-to-cheek. Newly's other arm kept Meg's arm on the outside edge of the sofa, pinned to her body so she couldn't interfere or fend off his raping of her body. His hips jacknifed in rapid, spring-loaded thrusts - coiling and thrusting, coiling and thrusting - his cock blitzkrieg battering Meg's pussy into submission, forcing the sweet twat to accept the inescapable pleasure awaiting it.

 

The room seemed to swim in Meg's vision. She couldn't fix and focus on anything. She would have quickly understood why she was experiencing such an effect if there had been a mirror handy. Meg's pretty eyes were literally spinning in their sockets. Fear had been so quickly overtaken by sexual ecstasy that she had been rendered all but stupid, fucked silly by her youthful rapist. Newly's staccato jabs into Meg's pussy flesh confined the depth of his thrusts to the most sensitive region of Meg's vaginal canal. If her rapist wasn't so inexperienced as he appeared to be, there's no doubt he would have easily deciphered Meg's loud moans as the verbal response to the intense pleasure her body was experiencing. Newly felt a rush of wet warmth flooding over his penis and felt Meg's body jerking stiffly under him. Meg's head was jerking as if in gentle seizure. Her eyes fluttered. Newly raised his head enabling to look into the pretty woman's face which he immediately began peppering with soft kisses. Meg had submitted. Newly was still rock-solid stiff and though stimulated, nowhere near his climax.

 

Resuming his original fuck position, his hips started thrusting again, but this time the strokes were longer and bit deeper into Meg's pussy canal. She groaned and sobbed, wincing whenever she felt the heavy head of Newly's cock blast against her cervix. With one of her arms trapped between her body and the backrest of the sofa and her other arm pinned by Newly's embrace, Meg could only roll and thrust her hips in response to the driving force of his passion. He was young, strong. Newly had already long exceeded the three minutes Meg could have expected from the erstwhile Mr. Cheever. It hadn't been that long, surely...but Meg felt as if the youthful rapist had been riding her for a good hour or more. Her hips were moving on auto-pilot and though she had been taken by surprise, Meg's mature feminine strength began to assert itself without her even being aware of it. Her pussy - having taken the measure of the strange new flesh that had penetrated into it - started giving as good as it was getting.

 

The powerful walls of her still youthful vagina, started grabbing and snapping at Newly's cock, controlling it's pace and milking it. There was a subtle but noticeable change in the facial expressions of rapist and victim as well. Her face was awash with an expression of rapture and set in concentration. Meg was now fucking Newly. His eyes widened as he felt Meg's body not only respond, but begin to take charge. His breath came in short bursts. He began grunting rhythmically even as the once piston-like motion of his hips became erratic. Meg's pussy had gripped his cock so tightly that it no longer plunged smoothly in her sodden slot. It felt to Newly as if Meg's vagina was nibbling and gnawing at his member. His balls tingled. He knew from his many jerk-sessions that his climax was coming, but this orgasm would be different. Meg had planted her feet and raised her knees. With such leverage, her pussy was able to exert even greater squeezing force on Newly's cock. Her vagina demanded his release and when it came, the intensity was so great Newly saw a bright flash before his eyes and heard ten bass drums pounding in his ears. There was great pressure in his temples which quickly eased as his orgasm completed. He practically fainted, falling heavily on Meg's heaving body.

 

Once he'd collected himself, the full magnitude of his crime burst upon him. The panic, fear, and remorse were so great, Newly didn't hear the slick, wet plopping sound his thick cock made as it pulled free of Meg's tight pussy hole. Getting to his feet, Newly no longer seemed aware of or interested in Meg. Instead, he slapped hard at his head and pulled at his hair, cursing himself for ruining his life. Meg experienced a rollercoaster of emotions as well. Shock became anger and anger almost became pity as she realized this must have been Newly's first sexual experience with a female and that it had come through the act of rape. She picked up the phone and called the police. Newly didn't stand trial; he'd plead guilty and was sentenced to a term of eight years in the department of corrections.

 

After a terrifying start, Newly adjusted to prison life. The eight years passed quickly during which time, Newly was a model inmate. He became passionate about education, studied voraciously, obtaining a high school diploma as well as bachelor's and master's degrees. It was with mixed feelings of joy and melancholy the warden opened the prison doors allowing the rehabilitated Newly Hatch to rejoin society. For Meg's part, the rape was relegated not to the trash heap of negative experiences where it would have joined her divorce for example. Rather - and much to Meg's chagrin - memories of the rape joined the array of her growing porno dvd collection and sex toys as a means of keeping her sexual frustrations at bay.

 

Meg had dated; still very pretty, she had no problem attracting male attention. She even dated her ex-husband when it seemed he'd wanted to reconcile. Meg hadn't been overly impressed with him nor with the others who floated in and out of her life. She had contented herself by accepting the fact that her future sexual satisfaction would be achieved using her dildos and vibrators, watching her dvds, and remembering the tireless, endless stroking of Newly Hatch's young pole raping her pussy. Aside from using memories of the rape as carnal inspiration, Newly Hatch rarely crossed her mind...until the hairs on the back of her neck started tingling. Meg often felt as though she were being spied on, her every movement watched from afar...or perhaps, too close for her comfort.

 

Violent thunderstorms swept the area. Packing high winds, trees swayed and branches were torn free. One tree in particular, was uprooted, ripping down power lines in its fall to earth. Meg's home and many other homes throughout the community was thrown into darkness. Meg huddled on the sofa --- the same sofa where she had been violated ---- and armed only with her flashlight, determining to ride out the storm until morning right there. The flash of lightning was so bright, so brilliant, it was as if sunlight had become a cool blue hue which illuminated the entire room. It was that flash which revealed the black form of a man standing between the living room of Meg's home and the kitchen.

 

He was on her before she could move. His mouth covered hers, the passion built up over the span of eight years rumbling forth like an erupting volcano. His hands were under her shirt, kneading her tits. His hard muscled body easily prevented her from being able to stand, let alone escape. His mouth slid from her mouth and along her throat. It was then Meg had time to moan the name, "Newly...." Meg's shirt, jeans and panties lay in a heap on the floor. The sofa thudded under the force of Newly's hard thrusts into her body. Meg's body jerked upward along the sofa cushions as she lay on her back, legs spread wide...vulnerable to Newly's rape. He'd been watching her since his release from prison, but he was no longer the young peeping tom. Newly had evolved into a handsome, powerfully muscled, highly educated Thomas, the Surreptitious Observer. Meg realized the young man hadn't lost his touch.

 

His driving cock provided Meg with as much sexual pleasure as it had during his first rape of her pussy eight years earlier. The fuck she was now receiving was vastly superior to anything she remembered during the years of Newly's incarceration. He had served his time, paid his debt to society. He had his entire life ahead of him. Rather than cry rape, a charge which would send Newly away again, possibly for life, and depriving her of a potentially energetic lover, Meg wrapped her arms around her rapist's broad shoulders as he rutted into her splooshing pussy. Licking into his ear with her tongue, Meg whispered, "Fuck me."