"Runaways-Part 6"
by
Alyson and Matt walked hand in hand down the stairs to the main floor.
He couldn't help but steal glances at her luscious, perky tits as they
made their way down the staircase to the kitchen. They bounced
slightly and the sight caused his dick to twitch, despite the blow job
Lisa had just given him. Alyson felt his eyes and turned to look at
him.
"See something you like?," she asked. Her lips weren't smiling, but
her eyes sparkled playfully. Matt grinned sheepishly.
They arrived in the kitchen and he turned her to face him. "Sorry,
honey. You look so damn sexy I couldn't help myself!," he replied,
caressing her cheek.
Alyson looked into his warm eyes. She had been having a hard time
trusting him, any man for that matter, since their last night at
Jackie's. But something about him told her that she could trust this
man and she found herself falling for him a little more each day.
After last night, she thought maybe she was ready for the next step.
She closed her eyes and nuzzled his hand.
"You really are beautiful," he whispered. He placed his free hand on
her other cheek and moved his face close to hers. He kissed her softly
and she returned the kiss willingly. When she felt his tongue touch
her lips, she immediately opened her mouth and sucked it inside,
throwing her arms around his neck and pressing her small body tight to
his. She could feel his awakening cock pressing into her thigh and
began kissing him with more passion, abandoning all inhibitions as she
savored his warm lips. They pulled their lips apart and Matt kissed
her trembling neck, sending shivers down her spine.
She brought her lips to his ear and nibbled on his earlobe for a few
seconds before whispering softly into his ear. "Make love to me,
Matt." He pulled back and looked into her soft, brilliant green eyes.
"Are you sure?," he asked, a curious mix of concern and desire showing
on his face and in his voice. Alyson looked up into his deep blue
eyes, a shade darker than Jen's, she noted, and nodded.
"Yes. I trust you and . . .I love you," she said, the last words a low
whisper.
Matt pulled her to him, their eyes only inches apart. She could feel
his warm breath on her face. "I love you, too, Alyson. And it would
make me very happy to make love to you."
Alyson blushed. "Really?" She glanced toward the stairs. "You still
want me with Lisa and Jen to . . ." He put a finger to her lips,
stopping her mid sentence.
"Yes. I love you, and them, too." He smiled at her. "Lisa feels the
same way. And it doesn't take a genius to see how you and Jen feel
about each other." She blushed again and lowered her head. While they
had made no secret of their love, she and Jen had tried to keep their
feelings low key. Matt continued. "So what's the problem? We all
live here together in a perfectly weird, but wonderful loving
relationship. We can be with whoever we want, or all together. No
rules." He put a finger under her chin and raised her eyes to his.
"Does that sound ok to you?" Alyson nodded and pulled his hand under
chin to her lips and kissed it, then lowered it to her breast, pressing
it tight. All the while, her eyes never left his.
Matt caressed the soft smooth skin then let his fingers brush lightly
across her erect nipple. She sighed and pressed his hand tighter to
her tit, squeezing it. She tilted her head back and Matt kissed along
her neck and down to her firm, round breasts. He kissed them for a
moment, then started gently sucking and nibbling on her hard nipples.
Alyson held his head in place, moaning softly as he first teased one
nipple, then moved over to the other one. She could feel her pussy
getting wet and the smell of her sex soon reached both of their noses.
Matt halted his sucking and picked her up, cradling her small body in
his strong arms. They kissed passionately as he carried her into the
living room and set her down carefully on the large couch. She looked
up into his eyes and saw only love and desire, the same feelings she
herself was experiencing. He kissed her again, then knelt on the floor
in front of her. She leaned back on the couch as he pushed her legs
wide open, breathing in deeply as the full scent of her aroused pussy
filled his nostrils. He rose up and once again began kissing her tits,
leaving a trail of kisses across her flat stomach to her smooth,
hairless pussy.
He licked all around her slit, causing her to suck in her breath in
anticipation of feeling his tongue in her waiting pussy. But he denied
her that pleasure, instead only kissing around it and moving down to
her inner thighs.
Alyson was becoming anxious and a little frustrated. She wanted, no
needed, him to lick her pussy! She moaned and raised her hips in an
attempt to attract him back to her hot, dewy lips. Matt slowly kissed
along her thighs back up to her crack, then slipped his hands under her
buttocks and raised her up, fully exposing her inflamed pussy and under
it, her tiny puckered asshole.
"Please . . .!," she pleaded. "Lick me!" He blew gently across her
swollen lips, already glistening with her juices. She gasped at the
feel of his breath on her sensitive lips and pushed upward, trying to
push her pussy to his lips. "Matt, please! Stop teasing me!"
He smiled up at her and stuck out his tongue. Beginning at the small
fleshy spot between her pussy and asshole, he ran his tongue slowly
along the length of her slit up to her erect clit. Alyson gasped and
squirmed in ecstacy, but he didn't do it again as she had expected.
She opened her eyes and looked down at him. "Please! Don't stop!,"
she pleaded. He grinned and lowered his face again. This time, he
started at her tiny rosebud, causing her to gasp in surprised pleasure.
Lisa was right! It felt wonderful! He continued in this pattern,
Alyson squirming and writhing under him. Every time his tongue touched
her there, it sent a jolt of electricity through her body.
"Oh, yes! That feels so good!," she cried. Matt gave her a few more
licks then looked up at her.
"That's one of your most sensitive g-spots, or at least it is with most
people."
She grinned at him. "I believe you! Please don't stop!" Her eyes
were wild with lust. Matt lowered his head again and went back to
work, paying special attention to her newly discovered g-spot. He
began alternating between her asshole and her clit and Alyson cried
out.
"Oh, yes! Right there! I'm gonna cum!! Don't stop!! Please don't
stop!!" Her voice trailed off into a low wail as Matt felt her vagina
contract and then push outward, her labia expanding as if she were
trying to expel something from her womb.
"Oh, yes! Yes! Yes!! Uhn! Uhn! Uhn!" Matt continued to lick while
she came over and over, her body jerking and convulsing so much that he
had a hard time keeping his tongue in place. After a moment, he sensed
she had had enough and released her tortured pussy, watching her face
as her orgasm eased and finally ceased. He sat down next to her and
they embraced for a long moment.
Alyson whispered into his ear. "I need you inside me . . .now!" They
pulled apart and he rolled her onto her back and knelt between her
legs. His huge cock hung just over her excited vagina. He looked down
into her beautiful face, searching her hypnotizing eyes for any hint of
doubt. Again, all he saw was love and desire. No fear. She pulled
his face to hers and kissed him, tasting her own cum on his lips.
"Fuck me, lover! Please!," she begged. Matt positioned his cock at
her opening and pushed gently, not wanting to hurt her. But Alyson
knew exactly what she wanted. As he slowly increased the pressure, she
felt herself opening up to accept his massive tool and she forced her
hips upward, pushing nearly half of his long tool inside her in one
push. She gasped in pleasure and Matt looked down at her, surprised by
her aggressiveness.
"You really do want this, don't you?," he said, a small grin on his
face.
"Uh-huh," she replied breathlessly. "Don't stop. I want all of you!"
She began pushing again and Matt complied by pushing the rest of his
cock into her tight pussy, with only slight difficulty.
Alyson bit her lower lip and moaned as the big tool slid deep into her
tight cunt. When she felt his pelvis touch hers, she opened her eyes
and smiled up at him. "Mmmm . . . you feel wonderful, baby!," she
said, her eyes sparkling.
Matt smiled back at her. Her tight vagina was gripping his cock firmly
and took a lot of concentration not to blow his load right then and
there. If not for Lisa's blow job, he doubted he could have lasted
this long. Alyson pulled him to her, kissed him hungrily, the pushed
him back. "Now fuck me! I want to cum with your hard cock inside me!"
Matt began to pump in and out of her hot little pussy. Alyson locked
her eyes on his. Something about her was different. Gone was the shy,
quiet little girl he had gotten to know over the past weeks, to be
replaced by a wild, sex hungry vixen! She matched his thrusts stroke
for stroke, digging her fingernails into his back. Every few minutes
she'd pause her grunting and moaning to say something like, "Yes! Fuck
me!". She was really getting into it, as if she was releasing years of
pent up sexual frustration. She was quite obviously enjoying herself
immensely, as was he.
She began breathing faster and wrapped her long legs around him,
pulling him to her. "Oh, yeah, baby! I'm getting close!! Faster!!"
Matt picked up the pace until he was hammering in and out of her wet
snatch, their sweaty bodies meeting and their fluids mixing with a wet,
squishing sound.
"Oh, yes!!," Alyson cried, then screamed in total ecstacy as her body
exploded in a mind-numbing orgasm. Matt felt her vaginal muscles clamp
down even harder on his cock, making it impossible for him to move. It
was even harder for him to control his orgasm and he groaned loudly as
he felt the cum rise in his balls and shoot into Alyson's spasming
pussy in one long, drawn out stream. After what seemed like a long
time, he finally stopped and collapsed into Alyson's waiting arms.
They lay there for several minutes, trying to catch their breath while
their bodies buzzed from their mutually intense orgasms.
Alyson began to rub his back and he opened his eyes, lifting his body
from hers. They smiled at each other and kissed. His cock was still
buried in her wet pussy and he could feel their mixed juices running
out and down her slit to the couch.
"Baby," he said, "that was unbelievable!"
Alyson kissed his neck. "Trust me, it was my pleasure!" She raised
her head and gazed into his eyes. "I love you, Matt."
He took her face in his hands and kissed her deeply. "And I love you,
Alyson." Just then, someone cleared their throat over by the kitchen.
Matt and Alyson both turned to see Lisa and Jen standing there with
smug grins on their faces.
"So that's why breakfast isn't ready!," Lisa exclaimed. She was trying
to look serious, but Jen started to giggle and she lost it. She began
to snicker, then broke down laughing at the sight of them entwined on
the couch. Matt grinned at Alyson, who playfully pushed him off of
her. He stood up, his deflating cock sipping from her sloppy pussy.
Cum mixed with pussy juices spilled from Alyson's vagina and a long
string of it connected the end of Matt's dick to her labia. Lisa
brought them a box of tissues and they quickly cleaned themselves up.
Jen sat down next to her friend and hugged her. "So?"
Alyson just looked at her. "So . . . what?," she asked, knowing
perfectly well what Jen was asking about.
Jen slapped her arm gently. "So, how was it?" She looked up at Matt,
who had his arm around Lisa as they both watched Alyson, waiting for
her reply.
"Oh! That!," Alyson said with a grin. She winked at Matt and
shrugged. "It was ok, I guess."
Jen stared at her for a few seconds, then looked up at Matt, who was
trying unsuccessfully to keep a straight face. She looked back at
Alyson, who was grinning at her. "Why, you . . .!," Jen began, then
slapped her arm again. "Tell me!"
Alyson and Matt laughed, then Alyson said, "It was incredible! Matt is
one great lover!"
Matt stuck his chest out with a grin and Lisa rolled her eyes. "Oh,
geez! Did you have to say that in front of him? Now we'll never hear
the end of it!" This time everyone laughed. Matt pretended to look
hurt for a second, but he soon joined in on the joke.
Lisa took Matt's hand and pulled him toward the kitchen. She beckoned
for the girls to come too. "Come on, I'm starving. Let's get
breakfast started. We can play some more later!" They all followed
her into the kitchen, talking and laughing. Their new lives had begun.
Epilogue: Four years later.
Alyson steered the black Mercedes convertible through the night. Jen
sat next to her in the passenger seat of the luxury sports car, but
neither spoke. They were both too caught up in their own thoughts.
She turned onto a once familiar street, and drove slowly along it.
There had been a few changes in the last four years, but she still
recognized the neighborhood.
Alyson and Jen had been living happily, although somewhat restrictive,
lives with Lisa and Matt. In fact, they still were. Because of the
fear that Jackie would harm their families, they hadn't had any contact
with them other than the odd, short phone call to let them know they
were ok. Matt used his many contacts to arrange for new ID's for Jen
and Alyson, so they were able to get drivers' licenses, social security
numbers, and credit cards, which Matt paid for.
But Matt had come home to their secluded home with some important news
last night. Jackie's operation had been raided by police. Acting on a
tip, police staked out her mansion, then moved in a week later. She
was being held without bail, along with Andrea, John, and anyone else
that had been there. The charges were extensive: kidnaping, rape,
torture, and trafficking in human slavery, to name a few. She and her
cronies were going to be spending a long time behind bars.
After Jen and Alyson had retired to their bed, they spent half the
night talking about whether they should testify against Jackie. They
had already decided to go home, but only to visit. Their home was with
Lisa and Matt now, and that wasn't going to change. They made love and
fell asleep, deciding to talk it over with Matt and Lisa in the
morning.
The next morning, the four of them watched the breaking story of
Jackie's arrest on the news and decided that their testimony wasn't
going to be necessary. And besides, Jen pointed out, it would be
difficult to keep Matt and Lisa's names out of it if they did go to the
police with their story.
After breakfast, they packed a few things and Matt loaded them into the
trunk of their car. He and Lisa had offered to come with them, but the
girls declined their offer.
"We have a lot of things to explain," Alyson had said. "I think it
would be best if we went alone this time."
Lisa held her hands and hugged her warmly. Now twenty, Alyson had
turned into a beautiful young woman. Her hair was a little longer than
it had been when they first met up with their new lovers, and she no
longer added the blonde highlights. While she had been a little
envious of Jen's more popular looks at sixteen, she was now easily
getting as many stares as Jen did, if not more. More importantly,
throughout her years with Matt, Lisa, and of course, Jen, she had
exhibited no more symptoms of mental stress from her brutal rape.
That's not to say that Jen hadn't blossomed as well. She was still
very beautiful, and with her long, wavy blonde hair flowing around her
shoulders and halfway down her back, she could rival any runway model
or starlet anywhere in the world. Both girls had grown a little taller
and their bodies were lean and well toned. They could often be found
sunbathing in very skimpy bikinis, or more often than not, completely
nude around the pool.
Matt closed the trunk of the sleek black car and kissed each of them.
Lisa did as well, giving them each an extra hug. "Please drive
carefully," she said. "And don't forget to come back home." Lisa was
sick with fear that they wouldn't come back to their happy home.
Jen kissed her. "Please, Lisa, stop worrying! We couldn't stand to
be apart from you any more than you can! We will come home, I
promise!"
Alyson kissed her as Jen climbed into the passenger seat. "Me, too,
honey. We'll be back in a few days. Don't worry. I love you." She
blew a kiss to Matt and he stood holding Lisa while they pulled away
and disappeared down the long driveway.
Lisa wiped a tear from her cheek. "Do you think they mean it? Will we
ever see them again?" Matt squeezed her shoulders.
"Of course we will. You heard Alyson. This is their home and they
love us! They'll be back." He sounded confident, but he too was a
little concerned. They were going to see their parents who they'd been
stolen from four long years ago. He led her inside, still holding her.
Alyson and Jen were getting close to their former homes. Both were
nervous, unsure of the reaction they'd get when they told their parents
that they weren't staying. Alyson pulled to the curb in front of Jen's
parent's small bungalow, killed the lights and turned off the engine.
Both sat staring silently at the modest home. They could see lights in
the kitchen and family room and the flicker of a TV through a crack in
the blinds. A light burned invitingly over the front door.
"Do you want me to wait? Or come in with you?," Alyson asked. They
had already decided to each do their visits separately, but Jen seemed
reluctant to go in so Alyson thought she would offer. Jen turned to
her and took a deep breath, then shook her head.
"No. Thanks, but this is something I need to do alone. I just didn't
think it would be this hard!" She looked again at the house, then
opened her door and stepped out. Alyson popped the trunk and got out
as well. She helped Jen collect her bags from the trunk, then gave her
a hug and a quick kiss.
"Are you sure you don't want me to at least wait until you're inside?,"
Alyson asked. Jen shook her head.
"You don't have to. I know they're home . . ." She looked at the
house again. "And I'm pretty sure they'll let me in!" Alyson returned
her smile and kissed her again.
"Ok, then. Call me if you need me . . . for anything." She got back
into the car and started the engine while she watched Jen walk slowly
up to the front door. When she reached it, she set her bags down and
turned to wave at Alyson. Alyson waved, put the car in gear and pulled
away.
Alyson watched in the mirror as Jen reached out and pressed the
doorbell, but she was out of sight before she saw if anyone opened the
door. She made a right turn onto her old street and drove slowly past
her mother's house. There was a light on in the living room, where she
knew her mother would be in front of the TV watching the late news
before going to bed. She drove to the end of the cul-de-sac and turned
around. This time she pulled the expensive luxury convertible into the
driveway behind her mother's now tired looking Hyundai, the same one
that they'd had for two years before she was kidnaped. As she turned
off the headlights and cut the engine, she saw the curtain in the
living room window pull back, then fall back into place. She sighed.
There was no going back now. She opened her door and stepped out,
smoothing her knee length black skirt over her long, slender legs. As
she began walking toward the front door, the porch light came on and
the inside door opened.
Her mother peered out through the screen door as Alyson approached, her
shoes clicking on the concrete walkway. As she got closer, she began
walking faster.
"Mom? It's me . . . Alyson!," she called, quickening her pace yet
again. Her mother paused, then flung the door open and ran out as she
recognized her long lost daughter's face in the woman coming up the
walkway.
"Alyson?! Is it really you?!," she cried when they met just outside
the door. She hesitated only a second, taking in her face, then
embraced her, crying a mother's tears of joy. "It is you! Oh, my
baby! You've finally come home!" Alyson hugged her tight, her own
eyes overflowing.
"Mom!," she said in a voice choked with emotion. "I missed you so
much!"
Alyson retrieved her bags from the car, which her mother eyed
suspiciously, and a few minutes later they were sitting across from one
another in the living room.
"Tell me where you've been? What have you been doing? How have you
managed to live? And that car! Why couldn't you . . ." Her mother's
questions spilled out in a jumble. No doubt she had been asking
herself these same questions every day for the last four years.
Alyson held up a hand, stopping her in mid question.
"Mom, please! One at a time!," she said, smiling into her mother's
face. She had aged a lot in the time that she was gone. "I'll tell
you everything, don't worry." Her mother sat back, took a deep breath,
and smiled.
"I'm sorry, honey. It's just that . . ."
"I know, Mom. And I'm sorry you had to go through that. But I'm ok.
And I need to tell you first off that I . . . well, I didn't exactly
tell you the truth the first time I called." Her mother raised one
eyebrow, but didn't speak. Alyson continued. "We did run away, that
part was true. But we were kidnaped as soon as we got to the city by a
. . . a very bad woman. A friend helped us get away from her, but she
said that if we had any contact with you, they would . . . hurt you. I
couldn't risk that. I'm sorry."
Her mother absorbed this, then said, "So what's changed that you felt
it was safe to come home?"
"The woman who took us has been arrested and she'll be going to prison
for a very long time," Alyson said. "As soon as we heard, we came
back." Her mother looked thoughtful, then her eyes grew wide and her
hand went to her mouth.
"Oh, dear god! Not that woman on the news who kidnaped young girls and
turned them into . . ." Her eyes welled up as Alyson nodded and hung
her head. "Oh, my poor baby! Did they hurt you?"
Alyson looked up and met her mother's sorrowful eyes. How could she
tell her mother what they had done to her? She was still haunted by
nightmares in which Bob brutally raped her again and again. She
lowered her head and said quietly, "I'm ok now, Mom. I've managed to
put it behind me and get on with my life."
Her mother came over and sat beside her, putting an arm around her
shoulders as tears ran down Alyson's face. "Oh, honey!," she
whispered. They sat there holding each other for a long time, neither
speaking while Alyson wept. She finally dried her tears and tried to
smile.
"I have a pretty good life now, Mom. Jen and I live with some people
who love us and treat us like family. I'd really like for you to meet
them."
Her mother nodded. "I'd like that, honey." She paused. "So, Jen is
still with you, then."
Alyson explained that they had been together the whole time and that
Jen was home with her parents now.
"But, what are you doing driving a Mercedes? Where did you get the
money to afford a car like that?" Her eyes narrowed suspiciously and
Jen knew that she was thinking it must be either drugs or prostitution.
"That's a long story, Mom. It actually belongs to some friends. The
ones who helped us to get away and took us into their home."
Her mother frowned. "They must be good friends to loan you a car like
that. Are they rich?" Alyson sighed. It was starting already. The
suspicion. The interrogation. She supposed she should allow her
mother some leeway. She had certainly earned it over the past four
years.
"They are very good, and very close friends. And, yes, you could say
they're rich." Actually, Matt was obscenely rich. He had developed a
software program years ago that had been put into wide circulation by
the government and made a very nice eight figure profit when he sold
the rights. Some careful investments, and a few risky ones, had since
tripled his net worth and very soon he expected to break the hundred
million dollar mark. She explained this to her skeptical mother,
leaving out the part about their unorthodox living arrangement. She
also didn't bring up that this was only a visit and she would be
returning home in a day or two.
Her mother asked a few more questions and Alyson answered them as
truthfully as she could. She didn't want to go into any of the details
of her capture and subsequent abuse. She was afraid she had already
said too much and risked implicating Matt and Lisa. Finally she yawned
and said, "We've been on the road since six am. Could we go to bed and
talk more tomorrow?"
Her mother smiled and stood. "Of course! I'm sorry, honey. You must
be exhausted. Let me get some fresh bedding on your bed first." They
went up the stairs, Alyson automatically avoiding the two that
squeaked. While her mother made up her bed, Alyson went to the
bathroom and brushed her teeth, then went into her room just as her
mother was finishing up.
"There! All ready!" She smiled and kissed Alyson on the forehead,
although Alyson had to bend slightly now so she could reach. "Sleep
tight, dear. I'll see you in the morning." Alyson closed her door and
looked around at her old room. Nothing had changed. The same posters
were still on the walls and everything looked just as it had the night
she left. She undressed and climbed into bed naked, as she had become
accustomed to doing. It was strange sleeping in her old room, but it
was even stranger to be sleeping alone. For four years, there had
always been at least one other person in bed with her, usually Jen, and
it was an odd feeling to have the entire bed to herself. She stared up
at the shadows of the oak tree moving across the ceiling and thought
back to that night four years ago. Was it fate? True, Andrea had
tricked them, drugged them, then forced them to have sex with
strangers. But if she hadn't, they never would have met Lisa and
Matt, who she couldn't imagine living apart from. And how was she
going to explain her and Jen's unusual relationship with them to her
old fashioned mother? Or even the fact that she was madly in love with
Jen? She sighed and rolled onto her side. Tomorrow was going to be a
very interesting day, to say the least.
- The End -
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