The Intruder

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Chapter 1

Jessie sighed as she closed the text at last. She took off her glasses and rubbed her tired eyes, then stood up, yawning and stretching in her chair. She was beginning to think maybe she'd been wrong to choose law as a major. Long years of long hours awaited and she wasn't sure she was up to it.

Instead of going to Europe with her family, for example, she was here alone in their huge summer home, alone for a few days anyway, until she began her summer law clerking job in the city. What she wouldn't give to be alone out here for the rest of the summer, just relaxing.

She plucked a tissue out of its box and wiped her thin, wire framed aviator style glasses, then put them back on her nose. What else could she, daughter of William Winston the Fourth do, anyway? Her family practically bred lawyers, had for centuries.

She would be the first woman though and surely that was something to be proud of. She pulled her sweatshirt up and off, then skimmed out of her pants, tossing them in the laundry hamper.

She hesitated, then slid her panties off, undid her bra and tossed both in with the sweat suit. The house was empty, after all. She padded naked down the hail to the bathroom, pausing by a large mirror and turning to examine herself.

She was a tall young woman, lithe, slender, athletic, as she should be as Captain of the school's track and field, volleyball and swim teams. She had short hair because of that, not wanting it in her way when she moved around quickly. It was straight, very light blonde and somewhat boyish, just over her ears on the sides and touching her collar in back. She did have long bangs though, which she brushed across to the right.

She held her right leg out straight and raised it off the floor, smiling. She had great legs, everyone said so, legs that went on forever, long and shapely and unblemished, perfectly formed and tapering evenly to her ankles.

Rest of you ain't bad either, she said to herself, her hands cupping her high, full, firm breasts. She turned sideways to admire her profile, then turned her behind to the mirror, slapping her ass with a smile. Her buttocks were nicely rounded yet not plump or oversized.

She padded down the hall to the bathroom and began brushing her teeth, her perfect, white teeth, she thought, turning glum. What good was a body like this when you had no damned time to make use of it in the way it was made.

Slut, she thought, giggling a little in amusement. She washed out her mouth and sighed as she saw her reflection. Her face was oval and soft, too soft for someone who wanted to be a cutthroat lawyer. She had a small snub nose and round green eyes, again, not the piercing, angry eyes to sway or intimidate opponents.

Well, she'd just have to be tougher than them, then, thinking her a powder puff because of her looks, they'd be taken completely by surprise.

She brushed her hair then went back down the hall to her room, feeling slightly kinky walking naked, empty house or no. She got into bed naked and fell quickly asleep.

***

She woke at dawn, as usual and got out of bed, feeling energized. She went to the dresser and got out a pair of shorts and tank top, not bothering with underwear since she'd just get it all sweaty. Who was out there to see her anyway?

She went downstairs and out the back door. The Winston's owned a large former ranch, over five thousand acres of green. Their sprawling home sat in the middle of it, with a big pool in back and a stable off to one side. There were a few horses in the stable for riding, something else she would miss when she left. She did some deep knee bends, then stretching exercises.

She was about to set out when something happened. Normally, she jerked off in the morning, but this morning she'd neglected that for some reason. As a result she was feeling sexually charged. Maybe that was why she suddenly had an idea, an idea that made her skin tingle with lust.

Why not jog nude? After all, the jogging trail was clear as it wove in and out of the woods. No branches or brushes needed to be pushed through. She could jog naked without getting any scratches or scrapes. Nobody would see her either. Their nearest neighbor was miles away.

Feeling terribly slutty she stripped off her shorts and tank top, then, naked, her breasts swelling with heat and her nipples hard as diamonds, she ran out across the wide green lawn towards the jogging trail that wound through the woods.

She jogged all through the woods, feeling wonderfully natural as she moved in the buff. She halted halfway through, supposedly to catch her breath, but really just to lay sprawled out in a grassy field naked. She felt like a naughty, slutty little girl.

She jogged back, then as she was nearing the pool in the back yard, danced around pulling her shoes off, then ran as hard as she could and dove forward, hitting the water like an arrow and sliding beneath in a smooth, deep arching dive.

She swam strongly from one side of the pool to the other, then took it easy, doing a slow backstroke. She climbed out, dripping water and walked into the house and up the stairs, taking her morning shower at last. She wanted to jerk off badly, very badly, but she fought it.

She didn't have time right then, since she wanted to go to town quickly, get some shopping done, then get back and hit the books again. She had ten chapters to get through today.

Feeling sexy, she put on a pair of tiny pink, silk bikini panties and a matching French bra. Then, as if to counterbalance that, she put on a red checked flannel shirt and loose white pants, then got into a pair of cowboy boots and went back downstairs.

"Well, hi there." She gasped in shock and spun around to find a large, strange man sprawled out on the couch, a glass of beer in his hand.

"Who are you? How did you get in here?" she demanded.

"Name's Jones. What's your name, honey?" She glared at him and strode forward. "It's not honey, for one thing. Now get your feet off the coffee table and your ass out of this house before I call the police."

"You haven't even asked me why I'm here," he smiled.

"I don't care why you're here. You had no right coming into this house uninvited." She saw now that she'd left the patio door unlocked.

"Oh come on, honey. Don't be unfriendly like that."

"Fine," she said, glaring. She went over to the phone and lifted it up. There was no dial tone. She looked at it in surprise, then at him. He grinned and she suddenly felt a twinge of fear.

"Did you do something to this phone?" she asked, her voice not as firm as it was before.

"Maybe, maybe not. Come and sit down and we'll talk." Instead she backed away, realizing for the first time, just how big he was. Sprawled on the couch it didn't show as well from back by the stairs.

"I said, come here," he said and suddenly he had a gun in his hand. She froze, her eyes widening and her heart beginning to pound with fear.

"Get your ass over here and sit down," he ordered. She swallowed nervously, then did as he ordered, sitting across from him.

He had shaggy brown hair and was wearing a cheap looking shirt and tight jeans.

"You're cute, you know that, honey?" She didn't answer.

"What's your name?"

"Jessica," she said.

"Jessica. They call you Jessie?" She nodded.

"Jessie, I got a bit of a problem. See, I got no place to stay tonight and here I find you with this big ol' house and nobody else here. I was hoping you'd let me stay the night."

"Sure," she said, eyeing his gun.

"Why, I think you, Jessie. That's real friendly. Say, stand up for a minute, would you?" She stood hesitantly and his eyes moved up and down her body.

"Really nice. How tall are you, Jessie?"

"Five eleven," she whispered.

"What?"

"Five eleven," she gulped.

"That's pretty tall for a girl. Course, I'm six-four myself. Turn around, would you?"

"Pardon?"

"Turn around. I wanna see what you look like from behind." She turned, flushing red in embarrassment.

"Nice. Nice ass you got, you know that? Course you do. All women know what they got." He smiled, his face looking feral. "Go get me somethin' ta' eat, baby."

"Sure," she gulped. She moved warily around him and scurried to the kitchen, running through it and jerking the door to the patio open. She screamed as he stepped in. He laughed loudly, then grabbed her arm and jerked her around.

His hand slapped down on her buttocks several times, making her cry out in pain as the big palm slammed into her soft round ass cheeks. Then he shoved her hard towards the counter. She staggered and almost fell, but caught the edge of the counter, turning to stare wide-eyed at him.

"I ain't no fool, baby cakes. Now make me some food!"

"Wha… what do you want?" she asked.

"Sandwiches will do fer now. Got some meat?"

"Baloney? Ham?"

"Ham and cheese."

She turned away from him, taking down a loaf of bread, then pulling the cheese and ham from the fridge. She pulled out the utensil drawer, gazing down at the sharp steak knives. She could feel his eyes boring into her back. She pulled out a butter knife and closed the drawer, then began making him a sandwich.

She felt him moving closer to her, moving up behind her. Then she felt his breath on the back of her neck. She tried to ignore him, concentrating on the sandwich. His hands slid around her then, sliding up under her breasts, cupping them and squeezing them up and back against her.

She gave a low gasp and stiffened, her mind blaring with terror.

"P… please," she whispered. His tongue slid back and forth against the back of her neck, then slid around the side and up along her cheek. His groin pushed against her buttocks, crushing them as he brought his weight to bear. She felt his hard erection pressing through his pants, pressing against her ass cheeks.

He ground his loins into her buttocks, his hips moving from side to side, then up and down, dry humping against her, thrusting his hips into her ass. He shoved his erection in between the cheeks of her ass, humping into her as his lips sucked on the nape of her neck.

A sob broke clear of her lips and she cringed inwardly in humiliation, wanting to turn and claw and punch and kick at him, but not having the courage.

His hands kneaded her breasts through the thin shirt as his groin rubbed her ass in a slow, circular motion, then began thrusting into her, knocking her hips into the corner of the counter. He grabbed her hair, pulling her head back sharply. She cried out in pain but he only laughed, his teeth closing on the side of her throat as he sucked furiously.

Then he stiffened, rubbing his crotch even harder against her soft, cupcake ass, humping and grinding with desperate intensity as he groaned in pleasure.

He staggered back and sat on the table, breathing hard. She stood there on shaky legs, trembling, the butter knife still in her hand.

"Hurry up there, pussy. I ain't got forever. I'm hungry, an if I don't get some ham an' cheese I'm liable to start eating beaver." He snickered in amusement.

She handed him the sandwiches on a plate. He smiled, then stood up, taking them in one hand and her hand in the other, leading her out into the living room behind him. He pushed her into a corner chair and sat across from her, picking up the first sandwich and taking a big bite.

"Not bad," he said.

She sat there in fear as he ate the sandwiches and stared at her.

"if… if you leave I won't tell anyone," she said.

"Yeah, sure. You must think I'm a fuckin' imbecile."

"No. No, really."

"Shut the fuck up, cunt." She shut up. He ate the sandwiches. "Hey, cunt. Stand up and turn around." She stood uncertainly, then turned, her face reddening.

"Like I said, you got a nice ass, but those pants are too fuckin' loose. Go upstairs and get a really tight pair and come back down an' show me."

She stared at him until he slammed his fist down on the table, then she scurried past him to the stairs and ran up. She went to her room and closed the door, locking it. She grabbed the phone, but there was no dial tone here either. She could have cried.

She went to the widow and looked down, wondering if she could jump down and get away without him seeing her. Surely he'd be watching for that. He was probably downstairs at the window right now. She sat on the bed, racking her brain, trying to figure out what she was going to do.

That loathsome, disgusting creature had rubbed himself to climax against her behind. She knew he was going to rape her, after he was done toying with her. If only there were a gun in the house, but there wasn't. Her parents hated guns and so did she.

"Hurry up, cunt, or I'll come up there and take those pants off for you," he called up from downstairs.

She started in shock, then jumped up, going to the window. No, even if she didn't break her leg, she was sure he was watching. What would she do? For now, she would do as he ordered. He had the gun, after all. She went to her closet and pulled a pair of jeans off the hanger, then slipped off her white pants and pulled them on.

She went back downstairs and he ordered her to turn around again.

"Not tight enough. I want pants that squeeze your buns apart, nice tight ones that cut up between your pussy lips. Now get back up there. You don't find pants tight enough this time and you won't wear any at all. Got that?"

"Please… "

"Get your ass moving!" he yelled. She jumped back, then hurried upstairs, knowing for sure that he meant what he said and wondering whether he would accept any pants as being tight enough. She dug out a pair she hadn't worn since she was thirteen and tugged them on. She could barely close the zipper and the things dug up into her crotch almost painfully hard.

Red faced, she went back downstairs and walked in front of him, showing him her ass. His hand came up and squeezed it, then slid between her thighs and gave her cunt a squeeze.

"That's nice," he grinned. "Nice and tight. Bet it squeezes your pussy. Don't it?" She didn't answer.

"I asked a question. Does it squeeze your pussy?"

"Yes," she whispered.