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Mandy’s SexCapade: Pantyless & Proud !!!

After surprising my wife Amanda with a skimpy little black dress, I convince her to wear it during a night out… without panties !!! As I show her off, we discover that she enjoys coyly playing the role of exhibitionist.

Singing Jasen’s Song: Part 5

I apologize a million times over for how long it’s been since my last post. As always, for thsoe of you who don’t know, this isn’t a story about meaningless sex (well…not really), so if that’s what you’re looking for, you may want to look elsewhere. This part has no sex. Comments are welcomed and appreciated. I hope your refresh buttons, once again, get a break. Since so much of this story revolves around songs, it might be fun for you to look up some of the tunes mentioned. If you look for the last song, remember it is the one featuring Amy Lee. – SS

The Island, Chapter 39

uthor’s Note: This is a serial novel. It mixes actual experiences, fantasies, and outright lunacy. It is not a quick lurk-and-jerk. I believe in a slow build, in order to have a better payoff at the end. (Like Sting, I’m Tantric…). I plan to release a new chapter every week. Hopefully the response will be good! Enjoy.

Studying that led somewhere

This particular story takes place during my first semester of under grad at college, a story about a young man who by chance of circumstance has an eye-opening experience. I was in a poly-sci class when I saw a petite blonde come into my parifieral vision. She wore a denim skirt, a white tee with band writing on it also a sexy pair of heels to match the shirt. To my surprise she sat directly infront of me, how lucky could I be that the best looking girl in class chose to sit near me. So from then on she sat in the same spot, after a week or two of holding my tongue, I decided to talk to her after class.
I was nervous, shoot she was kate Hudson in the face and had the body of a model, “So how do you like the class?”
She replied, “its political science, does anyone like it”
“Well you may be right but wanting to be in Law, I have to be at least paying somewhat attention during class. But with you sitting in front of me, does tend to cause a fair amount of distraction.” I replied with a large smile on my face.
Almost rolling her eyes at my comment she said, “well I’m sorry I cause you problems in class, but my name is Naomi. I also was curious, since its your major, if you could help me out with studying?”
“Sure, I’d love to help ya out with anything and by the way I’m Dan,” I replied quickly before exchanging numbers with the girl.
I went on my way, heading to another class all the while just waiting to hear from her about studying, at the end of that day I received a call. It was her, she had called the same day she gave me her number, I thought it had to be just about classwork. After finishing on the phone I was told that we could study tomorrow at the library, and that she wanted to get food too if possible. To me it felt like a date, with some time spent towards getting homework, so I decided I would put on the charm. A day went by and I called her to make sure we would still meet at the set time, which was still the plan.
At this time I was talking to my cousin she had asked me about the evening, “so what are you up to this evening?”
“Well I was asked by a girl in our poly/sci to help her study, so probably that,” I stated to my older cousin who I looked up to.
She looked at me with some disgust, “okay, but you and I both know, you copy off my tests and I practically do your homework for you.”
“This is known by us, and not her. Besides we both know I’m smart enough to do the work I just choose to be lazy and give a minimal effort,” I said.
She replied “I hope the best to you but mainly her, don’t let her fail though.”
After getting back to my dorm I caught up on some required reading for a history class I was taking at the time, when I heard a knock on the door. I figured it to be a friend, but was surprised to see Naomi, but this time she looked drop dead. A pair of black leather skin tight jeans, a gray blouse with a black vest to match, also something like 4 inch black pumps, it felt more like a video shoot than a residence hall at a university.
“So Dan I was thinking that we could grab a bite before we start to hit the books?” Naomi asked with a cute smirk.
Being that I had hit up my next door neighbors vaporizer, “Naomi I would love grabbing a bite, I’m starving.”
We walked over to the food area of the university center, I got a slice while she had Spanish cuisine. After something around an hour of eating and talking, it was decided that we needed to head to the library. Something after about two and a half hours working on local and state laws my interests became more occupied on my study partner.
As we decided to take a break from cramming for an upcoming test Naomi looked at me deep, “so I maybe be out of bounds in asking this but are you seeing anyone currently?”
Analyzing what was the correct answer to such a simple question, even though I had been seeing a few other ladies, only one of which was somewhat serious, but being that I’m a guy, “I am not really seeing anyone exclusively and what about yourself, I’m sure a pretty girl like you can have her choice?”
“Well I was recently seeing someone but it ended about as fast as it started,” Naomi said.
I was puzzled at this I thought maybe it was just a one time thing or the guy was a dick maybe, and lead to “well from eating with you and spending a short time studying with you it sure seems like his loss, possibly my gain if we continue studying together.”
Naomi gave me a look I hadn’t seen, at least from her, a look of almost yearning or something along those lines, “Dan you seem very genuine, and I think you’re an attractive guy so if things went anywhere I’d want to be upfront with you.”
As she said this I had no idea what she meant, “I guess that is a good thing, being upfront, but what do you mean?”
She looked almost nervous at this point, “I have had some many chances with what seem like great guys until they find out one thing and they run for the hills, I’m just, I’m different.”
“Naomi, I like to think variety is the spice of life and besides I’m not normal, who would want to be?”
“Okay you to be understanding and kind, so here goes, I’m not totally a girl you could say,” Naomi said while almost welling up.
I took a moment to gather my thoughts as to not sound like an asshole, “I don’t know exactly what you mean, but I’m sure its fine.”
After that, I decided to hit the head to regroup my thoughts, I grabbed us coffees too but the whole time I pondered on what she said. I’m a small town kid and the term not totally a girl means, but how bad could it be she was gorgeous. We got back to studying and as another hour went by it was completely dark out. Naomi said that she had had all of the studying she could take for a night and asked me to walk her back to her dorm. In relation to my dorm and the library it was on the opposite end of campus, but being it was a warm evening and a gal who needed assistance I couldn’t do anything but walk with her. It took a while but we reached the front of her dorm, I told her goodbye, only to be asked up to her room.
As we reached her door again I though I had overstayed my welcome and said “Naomi, studying was great but I think I should maybe get going.”
“Like I said I would love for you to come in, maybe have a drink and just talk some more see where things go?” she asked.
I figured that a beer or two would hurt so I agreed, “Well I could come up for a while but not too.”
“So you’ve been slightly quieter since I told you what has the same reaction with most men I tell, so what is up?” Naomi said as she handed me a beer.
“I don’t think I totally know what you mean. What did you mean?” I asked nervously.
Naomi said “ like I said I’m not totally a girl, by that I am hermaphroditic.”
“Not to sound like a jerk but I don’t have an idea what that is or what exactly it entails, I am interested if you would elaborate?”
Her reply was heartfelt, “well when I was born I had and still have both sex organs, being I have a vagina like every other girl as well as a penis. A lot of the time they remove one or the other, but the surgeries can cause complications, so my folks decided to leave the way I was and raise me just like my sisters. I didn’t know I was different until I was around 5 and noticed my sisters were missing something I had.”
It took a few seconds, which felt more like minutes maybe even hours until I blurted out, “Does it work, whoa I’m sorry Naomi, but I am new to this and it just came out.”
She took a moment as well, “it works, and it can get hard when I get excited. But also having a vagina, which works too, if you were curious I can both give and take.”
“So like you have had sex with guys, where you give it, that’s cool I didn’t know that was possible,” I said with some excitement.
Naomi at this point seemed as happy as I was, “well if you think that is interesting with someone like me you could fuck my vagina and I could fuck you at the same time. But I just don’t want to get into something if it didn’t have potential, even though I’m this way it doesn’t mean I don’t want to have a family and husband one day, ya know?”
I could understand what she meant and found the first part interesting, “well I know we just met recently and have hung out this one time, but you seem to have something other girls don’t, and not the penis thing, but substance.”
With saying that sitting alone on her bed she practically leaped on top of me, giving me a deep passionate kiss. As she did this the pair of shorts I was wearing became very tight from a mind blowing erection. After a few minutes of making out, I started letting my hands roam first on her neck to her chest and then her tight stomach. A few more minutes passed with her still straddling me, and I felt something proading into my torso and thighs while she grinded on me. It finally then dawned on me that it must be her tool, which didn’t bother me as I was busy still kissing her full, luscious lips.
Twenty minutes or so had passed when she took of my shirt, which I followed quickly in doing it to her as well. To my surprise she wasn’t wearing a bra, with her small dime to penny sized aerolas that were very dark on her fair skin, to say it simply they were awesome to look and tasted even better.
Naomi got off of me and look somewhat upset then said, “Dan things are moving really fast, I just want to know that if this goes the full way that you wont bolt right afterwards, and never hear from you again?”
“Naomi, the last thing I want to do right now is go away, and if it does or does not happen I will still be interested in the a.m.”
“I just needed to make sure, because I could see us being something more than a one and done situation. Don’t want to seem needy or anything but I am a girl, comes with the territory.”
As I kissed her neck saying, “don’t worry about a thing and lets just enjoy each other’s company.”
Kissing and grinding a while longer she took off my shorts, then her pants we both sat in our under garments, both not being able to hide our erections. Without hesitation she reached into my briefs with her left hand, while with her left took my right and placed it into hers. With her rubbing my hard, long erection I followed suit by first brushing against hers as well as feeling my way down to her pussy. It was strange yet fairly awesome, now both hands on her one on dick the other on vagina. By this time she told me to lay down on my back as she began to give me oral pleasure, after a few minutes of this I had her in a 69 as I was staring straight into her pubic area.
Getting my first view, being upside of sorts, at her cock and pussy which was a great combo, her penis seemed to be smaller than mine around six inches, totally smooth and hairless as it went into a small pink vagina that smelled so sweat like honey. While she was still sucking on me I plunged in first licking at her pussy than seamlessly transitioned to kissing her on the tip of her dong. I then took it in, only the tip at first than after a few more minutes of practice and getting comfortable, I took it to the base having my nose end up in her slit. After us rolling for a while on her bed we ended up on the floor, Naomi looked up with kind eyes and motioned to me which seemed like she was ready.
After that first hour we decided that we could try out going further.
In a frenzy almost having an out of body experience I said, “Naomi I want to have sex with you really badly, but I don’t want it to just be about me. So typically what do you do or enjoy more?”
“Well, um, usually isn’t something that happens regularly it’s a hard sell after someone knows about me, but I have had it both whys where I take it from a guy or give it, I’ve had girls before too. To be honest I saw we just let it flow, start with you in me and see where and what our bodies take us to,” she said all the while looking so light and bright and fresh.
“Okay I’m game for anything baby, lets have some fun,” I said with the biggest smile on my face.
So we started and I was still on my back she climbed up onto me facing me, as she teased her pussy and her cock as well with mine before pressing the tip against her slit. I have had some tight girls in my days, but wow it was something like five minutes of coaxing before I felt her warmth. It felt as though she could’ve been a virgin, after a few minutes I had myself fully emersed in her box, with each stroke and thrust I could still feel her bumping against my pubic area. Once I bottomed out in her, we switched things up with her on bottom and her legs wrapped around my neck. As I sucked on her toes and pounded away on her I heard her let out a low moan as I felt an emense pressure near my bone, she was coming and convulsing to the point where she basically put in the scissors. As she her body finally quit her spasms and thrusts, she leaned in, kissed me and took my hand.
At this moment I still hadn’t blow my original load, when Naomi asked if I was ready for her, what did she mean? I think I had an idea, yet wasn’t exactly sure. So she led me onto her twin where I was instructed to get on all fours with my head on her pillow with my ass pointed up in the air. To ease my nerves before anything big happened, she came in from below to focus attention on my cock, all of a sudden one hand was inching towards my ass. As she began to work circles around my hole, without warning popped a digit in to the second knuckle, now that I was apparently wet and warm she then sat behind me.
She whisper into my left ear then giving it a nibble, saying it would be fine with some discomfort at first leading into extacy. Then I felt her against me, the warmth from her made the initial push hurt less. It must have been a few minutes before things were to a point where she was pumping me causing me to moan and groan in agony and enjoyment.
While switching positions me still below her but now we were facing each other and I could only smile and pull her down to kiss her deeply. A few more minutes passed with her in me, when she asked if I wanted to try a mutual fuck. This is where we’d each get some penile pleasure, I was sitting at the edge of her bed as she straddled me with her legs pointing away from mine. As she inched down onto me I felt her sliding into me, a few goes and the correct alignment and we were off to the races. We stayed intertwined and locked in the frenzy for what seemed like days, more like an hour as our noises and sounds seemed to almost mirror one another.
Naomi looked back at me with such love in her eyes, “Dan I don’t know about you but I’m so close I think we should cum at the same time.”
“That sounds great to me, just give me the signal when you’re good to go,” I said as she gave a head nod instructing to release my juices. As mine pumped into her pussy hers rushed into me and felt warm as juices began to drip out.
This was the first and not the last time I spent an evening in and with Naomi, we ended up seeing a lot of each other in fact.
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My Mommy The Piss Whore

This is my first story so any type of constructive criticism would be very helpful for future stories. Let me know if you would like to see other parts of this story, and other ideas you would like me to try and include.

Sins of the Flesh – Part 1

My mother taught me that to embrace one’s sexuality was to deny God. I had lived by her rigid rules for fifteen years, allowing myself only to scrape the surface of my desires on my own. I’m finding it harder and harder to deny the insatiable cravings I feel churning inside of myself during my restless nights. Forgive me ,mother, and forgive me ,God, for I am about to indulge in the sins of the flesh.

Her Boyfriend really is Bisexual

My mate Kip and I hosted a lovely dinner party and over a few drinks the topic of sexuality came up. There were three gay guys, I’m bisexual and this couple (male/female) claimed bisexual status.

The Doctor and his best mate ;-)

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THIS STORY IS NOT TRUE – its fantasy that I dreamed up after an eventful day I once had which is another story comment if you want to here (not involving Bestiality) I know some of this is unreal and very basic but enjoyed the idea and just want you to cum over this.
Also dyslexic and struggle writing so I know that its not work perfect, so if you struggled with bad punctuation please no need to read
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The rain bashed violently against the window, the thunder crashed with a fearsome moan and the wind blew a Gail. The weather was Awful in Sheffield, S. Yorkshire, England. The TV buzzed as the sky dish fought for a signal, barely unwatched anyway Dr. H James (Harold to me and you) turned of the TV. with a zap pulling the socket out of the wall. Letting out an awful sigh the day for the Doctor seemed doomed for a long, slow and boring one.
Another crash of thunder shook the in such a violent way he shudders, then another crack this one masking the sound of the door opening, before Harold new what had happened he felt a lick on his leg. Harold attire was made up of black boxers, just climbing out of bed and planning for a relaxing day off he so no reason to get dressed. He looked down to see were the sensation was coming from. A Dog a 3 year old German Shepard had sneaked in the room.
“Oh hi Artex” Harold said patting the dog on the head.
Artex was the name of the dog, Artex was his own loyal canine who must have been rather jumpier about the persistent rain. Artex little known to the Doctor was to make his day less long, slow and boring.
Artex jumped up onto Harold’s knee and snuggled up. making him self comfy on Harolds bare legs, The dogs silky fur rubbed against the man’s thighs, Harold a 40 Year old man was comforting the dog with brisk strokes. The mighty dog which Harold if he saw you would not deny was heavy and hard on the legs was whimpering and really comforted by the strokes. this however was not because of the lightning and thunder crashing and filling the room with light.
Harold moved to the side to adjust his position, something was pressing on the outside of his right leg as the dog lays above him, Artex let out a grumble as the Doctor moved a little.
“What’s up boy?”
With his masters command the dog laid a little to its side, and between its hairy heath a large, and we mean large penis was sticking out. The doctor starred in amazement, the doctor had seen many cocks in his line of work and hardly any as big as this, and in his eyes none as beautiful. Harold’s cock was now hardening inside his boxers, his cock stood to make a tent about 8 inches high in-front of the beast. The Doctors heart pounded what would he do he was so horny at this sight and had to touch it.
Harold reached down and stroked the dogs belly moving his way down, the dog accepting this with subtle movements getting more and more on his back never loosing his stiffy. The doctors hand griped this cock gently and rubbed watching and examining as he does this. Artex was panting and pre-cum was surrounding his cock and the Doctors hand. The male dog was been dominated by a male, normally in the wild males would like to dominate and create an alpha status not Artex, as a human he would probably be into gay bondage or something of the like (anyway I digress). The dog rolled back of Harold and onto the sofa the doctor had full command over the dog towering over the top of him, beating Artex’s long meat up and down, the dog whimpering and enjoying is, the doctor lowered his head closer and closer he began stroking the faithful canines belly to keep him calm as he licked the tip of the beasts cock. The Doctor was awarded with a lot of pre-cum on his tongue which tastes better than a human cock and he knows :). He savoured the taste but was back in for more shortly. He bobbed up and down on the cock forcing it to the back of the throat, never bothering him that he was sucking a cock, a none human cock. Streams of streams of pre-cum filled the Doctors mouth not salty but oily and the cock felt so much softer and bigger in the mouth than any Human he has had. Carrying on sucking the cock the doctor took of his boxers and used his own hand to beat his 8 inch meat.
The dog noticed this and was on his feat walking round to the back and jumping up on the Doctor. Ramming around his backside aiming for a hole. Scratching the doctors side and the eventually fitting in his arse. This is were been taken by Humans becomes better the savage beast now been the bedroom alpha did not take his time, he was in and out fast and hard ramming, but as soon as the doctor was ready it was the nicest feeling ever and never getting boring as you get wider the not making it tighter and tighter the doctor was fucked. And it didn’t take out favourite doggie long to cum. The doctor got streams and streams of cum stuffed in his already doggie cock filled arse, when the dog finally managed to pull out. He was still horny he fingered himself to get some of the cum into his mouth he sucked his fingers.
Harold laid down on the sofa. Hard, dirty and sweaty. The dog licked the cum on his ass, he fucked him self with his hand and cummed all over the dog. They laid together.
BATH TIME WAS FUN.
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Rough Justice

The light fog added a moisture to the air. The coolness of the night wrapped around her like a wet towel, sending a shiver up her spine. She was lucky she knew the area so well, or she could have easily become lost. She looked through the trees at the house where he lived, slightly smiling at the one electric candle burning in the kitchen window.
She knew where he’d be, sitting at his kitchen table, with the lights out, tapping away on his lap-top. On that internet site, looking at the pictures of the women no doubt. She smiled once more, and wondered if he was looking yet again at the new pictures of herself that she’d posted on there. After the text messages she’d just been sending him, he ought to be.
She stopped, just at the edge of the trees. She pulled the phone out of the pocket of her coat, the long one. It reached halfway down her calf, and she was glad that she’d put her knee length boots on underneath. They only had a small wedge heel, so they were good to walk through the woods in, and meant that her legs weren’t bare walking through the undergrowth. It was a half mile through the woods from her house at the top of the hill down to his, and more than twice that down the winding road that led past both their houses to the town at the bottom.
She thumbed another text message. The last few should have got him turned on already, so now it was time to get what she wanted, and get him to do exactly what she wanted him to do, too.
[I want specl pic of ur cok] she pressed send.
[wot u mean] came the answer, within a few seconds,
[want pic of ur hard cok in ur hottub lol] she replied.
[but she in house 🙁 ] he sent back.
[so? bet she wasted agin dare u dare u double dog dare u – will suk u off nex time i c u if u do]
There was no answer for a minute, as she waited silently in the woods, then she heard the kitchen door quietly unlock, open and then close. She ducked back behind a tree as he walked across the wooden decking at the back of his house, and she watched him look back, then pull the cover off the hot-tub, remove his jeans and shirt, and slip into the steaming pool. She could hardly stop herself laughing as she watched him carefully lean back out of the tub, take his phone from his trouser pocket, and take a snap of himself.
‘Men!’ she thought to herself ‘So easily manipulated, so gullible.’
As quietly as she could, she inched around to the side of the house, reached down and unzipped her boots, leaving them just by the side of the deck and noiselessly crept up behind where he was now sitting in the tub, about to send the pic to her.
She sent one last message, [dont drop ur phone!] then when she saw him look closely at his phone she knew that he’d received the message so she stepped up behind him and said quietly
“Don’t drop that now, will you!”
He swivelled around in surprise, and said “Wha….what you doing here! She’ll…”
“She’ll do nothing – I bet she’s up there in bed, full of Prozac and Gin as usual, isn’t she?”
“Yeah” he said, wistfully.
“Well then, how about this instead then?” she said as she undid the belt and pulled her coat open, to show that she was completely naked underneath!
His eyes widened, and the surprised expression on his face turned to a broad smile as she dropped the coat alongside his clothes, and hopped into the warm water of the tub alongside him.
“A promise is a promise…” she whispered to him, and took a large gulp of air, closed her eyes then plunged her head down under the bubbling water. She fumbled her way down his body and, pursing her lips, pushed her mouth down over his stiff cock. It was difficult to suck on it whilst being unable to breathe, and the taste of the chemicals in the water made it very unpleasant, but she stayed down there as long as she could, although probably only ten seconds or so. She burst back up to the surface, spitting out the water from her mouth, and taking a gasp of air.
She pushed her wet hair back out of her eyes, and saw the grin on his face. He was still sitting in the tub, so she straddled him, and guided his cock into her pussy. It was long, and thick, and she felt a glow of satisfaction as it slid into her.
She knew they’d have to be quick, just in case his wife woke up and realised he wasn’t in the house.
She rode him furiously for a minute, the sensations of the warm water bubbling around her adding to the sensuousness of it all. Her breasts dipped in and out of the water with each stroke as she bounced on him, the constant splashing around her hardened nipples adding even more to the sensations.
Although she was nearing her orgasm, she wanted to change position, and the thought of underwater doggy was too good to resist. She raised herself off his cock, climbed to one side of him and whispered “Do me from behind!”
She put her arms out over the edge of the tub, and squeezed her breasts up against the edge, kneeling on the underwater seat. She felt his cock nudge at the lips of her pussy, then slide upwards, and felt him rub his cock between the cheeks of her ass.
She reached around with one hand, and guided him back into her pussy.
He was too big for her to take up the ass.
She wouldn’t even let her regular partner do her that way. She’d done it with a couple of boyfriends in the past of course. It had been enjoyable the first time, with a guy she’d dated in college, but after that, she’d had a fling with an older guy, her boss at her first proper job, and he’d been bigger, and rougher, and she hadn’t enjoyed it.
As her lover began to thrust into her, she reached down and, with two fingers, stroked her clit. They were over a water jet now, and the pleasure for both of them was immense. As she stroked herself, the jet bubbled around her clit, increasing the sensations. She closed her eyes, almost lost in the pleasure. The flow of water stroking around his balls set him off, and he shuddered as he pumped his load into her. She rubbed her clit faster and faster, and soon she came too. She wanted to scream, scream his name out, scream out God’s name, scream out anything but she knew that she daren’t. She bit her lip as she came – her orgasm was massive, fuelled by the bubbling warm water stimulating her whole body, and the sheer audaciousness of their illicit sex.
She knew she should feel guilty about having another woman’s husband, but she didn’t. ‘If she was looking after him properly’ she thought to herself ‘then he wouldn’t be with me. If she wasn’t stoned out of her brains on medication and booze every night, she could be doing this with him, but she isn’t, the stupid bitch!”
The thought that they could be discovered added to the thrill, though.
They’d done it in his garage once before, when he’d told his wife he was ‘fixing the car’, he’d fixed her alright – she’d been sprawled across the bonnet of his car while he’d fucked her fast and furiously. They’d even done it in the woods once, back in the summer. They’d met half-way, she’d brought a blanket. He had ‘taken the dog for a walk’ and the poor thing had been tied to a tree while they fucked. Doggy fashion. They’d laughed about that afterwards, joking that the dog must’ve realised what they were up to.
She shook herself away from the memories. Back to the now.
She climbed out of the pool. He’d only brought one towel out with him, not realising of course that she was there. She grabbed it, towelled her hair back, and quickly dried herself. She threw the wet towel at him so he could dry himself as best he could, and picked up her coat. It was getting cold now, and the late autumnal air chilled her goose-bumped body. Her nipples hardened again, but from the cold this time.
“We’d best go!” she whispered, and pulled her coat on. He nodded, and they kissed, passionately, as lovers do immediately after sex.
He replaced the tub cover and tip-toed back inside the house. She heard the door quietly click shut, and the bolt go across, as she reached the edge of the decking. She looked around for her boots, but they’d gone!
A brief bolt of terror ran through her. She searched around, in case she was mistaken in the dark, and they were nearby, but she soon realised that someone must’ve taken them.
Someone must’ve been watching them in the tub! A little scared now, she wondered who else could be up here at this time of night. Kids? It was a long way to the next house, another mile maybe down the hill?
She realised she had to get home, so she gingerly began to pick her way up through the woods. She couldn’t risk going down to the road, it was a long walk up, and she was afraid that someone driving through would see her. That would possibly give the game away, especially so a woman walking barefoot up the hill at night – that would surely attract attention.
The ground was cold and wet, and the twigs and branches hurt the soles of her feet. She hopped a couple of times as she stood on something spiky in the dark. As she made her way back up through the woods, she began to hurry. She thought she heard someone behind her. She couldn’t see anything in the darkness, but nevertheless she began to go quicker. She let out a squeal as she caught her ankle on something – probably a root – and twisted it, painfully. She limped on, becoming more and more scared. Her feet hurt quite badly now. She shivered from the cold, her wet hair clinging to her head. She felt wretched; the elation of the earlier sexual encounter in the tub had gone. Pain and fear had taken over now.
No matter, she thought to herself, she was in sight of her own house, when she saw something that made her stop short, rooted to the spot. The sight hit her like a bolt out of the blue – her own husband’s car was parked outside their house! What the hell was he doing here? His shift at the station wasn’t supposed to finish until midnight! In the still of the night she could just hear the faint ticks of the engine cooling, so she knew he had only just arrived. She felt for the keys in her pocket. Perhaps she could sneak in the back door into the kitchen, and pretend she’d been in the house all the time?
She made to move off again, when something hard and solid hit the back of her head, and she fell forward on to the ground, dazed and fighting for consciousness. A blow to her ribcage hit her with such force that it turned her over onto her back – a kick, she realised with horror.
She lay there, dazed, stars dancing before her eyes. As her vision cleared slightly she could see in the faint glow coming from the lights outside her house the face of her attacker.
Her lover’s wife!
Still too stunned to move, she knew she was no match for the much bigger and heavier woman when suddenly the Other Woman dropped violently onto her, knees landing on her chest with such force it knocked all the breath out of her. She was totally unprepared for what happened next – the Other Woman punched her smack in the middle of the face. Not a slap as you’d expect from a woman, but a punch like a man would throw, like a bare-knuckle fighter! More stars. Her head span as she felt the rush of warm wetness on her face and in her mouth and she realised that her nose was bleeding freely.
“BITCH!” the Other Woman spat. “You fucking bitch, you fucking cock-happy bitch!” the Other Woman stood up and began to speak into her phone, then broke away to shout “Over here! I got the bitch!”
She lay there terrified, wondering if she could get to her feet and make a run toward her house when she saw the Other Woman’s pistol. Pointed at her. The Other Woman said nothing now, but held her phone in the air with her free hand, the light from the screen providing a beacon to allow the mysterious other person to find them in the gloom.
Still lying on the cold ground, she heard footsteps behind her, and she twisted her head to see who this other person was. With a sudden feeling of vertigo, she felt the world slip away from her as she saw the familiar shape of her own husband approaching. He stopped alongside her, still dressed from work, and then crouched by her. Frozen with terror, she could do nothing as he delivered a swinging smack with the flat of his hand to her cheek. Her face exploded with pain, the white hot sting seemed to scream inside her mind.
He reached down and pulled the belt of her coat open, exposing her naked body underneath.
“Slut” her husband hissed at her, when he finally spoke.
He reached into the pocket of her coat and removed her phone. She could see the screen; the words ‘new picture message received’ were on the front of the screen. He pressed the buttons to open the message – the picture of her lover’s penis was there, the one he’d taken in the pool earlier, he’d sent it to her after he’d gone back inside the house, obviously. Her husband showed the picture to the Other Woman. She grimaced, tears in her eyes “Yes, that’s him alright.”
Her husband read out some of the texts from earlier – both the ones she’d sent and the ones she’d received. He shook his head, then spun and hurled the phone against a tree with such force it shattered, pieces flying everywhere.
Suddenly, with a fast movement, he stooped again, and rolled her over, so she was face down in the cold, wet, mud. He pulled her coat up, higher than her waist, and she felt his weight press down on her.
He grasped her ass cheeks hard, pulling them apart, and she suddenly realised what he was about to do. She began to squirm, to try and struggle free, when she heard her husband say “ Give me that”, and then she felt the cold metal of the end of the gun barrel press against her cheek.
“Don’t move – slut” her husband snarled.
Frozen once more with terror, she was unable to move as she felt his cock begin to push into her ass. She felt the head push in slowly, as he lined it up….then he thrust it as far in as he could, one hand roughly grasping her ass cheek, as the other continued to point the gun at her face.
The pain was almost unbearable. It felt as though she had been punched in the stomach from within, a feeling of nausea swept over her, she dry-urged, and it felt as though her insides had filled with ice-cold, but burning cement.
Her face rubbed in the dirt as he continued to fuck her ass heavily, one hand now grasping her shoulder, the other still pressing the gun against her face, which was side down in the dirt. Her tears began to flow, running down her muddied cheeks. The Other Woman watched and laughed loudly as he finally dumped his load inside her, withdrew, and then roughly pulled her over onto her back again. She could feel the warm cum inside her, a physical violation, adding to her humiliation. Her husband handed the pistol back to the Other Woman. “You know what to do with that” he said “Do what we said we would.”
“Of course.” said the Other Woman “Can’t wait.”
The gun was pointed straight at her as she lay there defencelessly, fascinated by the horror of it all. The Other Woman clicked a button on the side of the gun, the safety catch no doubt, and she squeezed the trigger slightly, so the hammer moved back, poised to spring forward and release the bullet in the chamber. The fear was too much for her now, and she felt the sudden rush of hot liquid between her legs, as a steaming jet of urine shot out. Despite her fear, she also managed to feel embarrassed at her loss of self-control.
“HA HA HA HA the bitch is pissing herself!” the Other Woman gloated.
She closed her eyes as the Other Woman squeezed the trigger all the way.
She heard the shot ring out – in the still of the night it was the loudest thing she’d ever heard, the noise of the deafening report blasted through her head. She tensed, her body now rigid with abject terror. There was silence, apart from the muffled echoes of the shot ringing through the wood. She tentatively opened her eyes.
Both the Other Woman and her husband began to laugh, their mocking laughter ringing out every bit as deafeningly loud as the gunshot had been, it seemed.
“It was a blank, you bitch!” the Other Woman guffawed at her.
“Would have served you right if it had been for real though.” Her husband added. He squatted beside her, and removed the keys from her coat pocket. “If you’re anywhere near MY house when I get back, it might be!” he threatened. “Just fuck off. I don’t care where, just as long as it’s a long way from here.” He turned to the Other Woman “Shall we?” he asked her.
“Yes, let’s go sort that other fucker out” she laughed “I reckon he’ll not only piss, I reckon that bastard will shit himself too, when you point the gun at him!”
They both laughed, and made off into the woods, back down the hill towards the other house.
She picked herself up off the ground, weeping. There was blood congealing around her nose, wisps of steam still rose from her legs, and the tears from her eyes only served to streak the mud stuck to her face.
The pain inside her ached, worse than any period pain she’d ever experienced, her sore behind making it even more difficult to walk.
Her hair clung to her head, still damp, knotted and now muddied too. The soles of her feet still hurt, and she struggled to stand on her twisted ankle.
Sadly she made her way toward the road, too scared to head to the house that had been her home for the past seven years. She knew her husband had a gun of his own, and his wasn’t loaded with blanks.
It took her an age, it seemed, to limp to the road, then she turned and began to struggle down the hill towards the town….
She limped down the road, the feel of the cold wet tarmac beneath her sore feet only serving to remind her of her predicament. No phone, no money, no cards, no ID, not even any clothes apart from the long coat she wore. She shivered as she wondered what she was going to do. Find a payphone somewhere? She could call her best friend, Julia, and reverse the charges.
Ju was her best friend; she would come out and pick her up in her car. She wondered what she would tell her though. Julia disapproved of her affairs; Julia had always told her that she ought to remain faithful as she’d married a smashing man, with a good job. She’d always nodded sagely and agreed with Ju, then ignored her advice completely, immediately afterwards. The two women had been good friends since college and had been chief bridesmaid at each others weddings. She was even godmother to Julia’s daughter, Jamie.
She wondered if Ju had ever realised what went on while she, Julia, had been in hospital for a week after giving birth to Jamie. She’d gone round to look after the dogs, and also to make sure that Ju’s husband Jimmy had a hot meal inside him. Jimmy was one of those alpha-males, handsome, very macho and supremely capable around the house with DIY and suchlike, but unable to be trusted to even boil an egg in the kitchen.
She’d looked after Jimmy alright.
The first night after Jamie had been born she’d gone round to the house and was waiting, with a hot meal cooked, for Jimmy to get back from the hospital.
He’d stopped off at a bar on the way home ‘To wet the baby’s head’ he’d said.
They’d shared a bottle of wine as they ate, and then she’d poured up a whiskey for them both. They’d sat on the sofa drinking and, as Jimmy had chatted merrily away, she’d slipped her hand down his chest and had rubbed his crotch as she sat next to him. He’d stopped speaking, and offered her no resistance as she’d unzipped him and given him a blow-job there and then.
It was only after he’d shot his load into her mouth that he told her that Julia wasn’t a fan of oral sex. She very rarely performed it on Jimmy, and had never allowed him to cum in her mouth.
She’d enjoyed the feeling of one-upmanship that this gave her over her friend, and for the next week, she’d spent every night in the bed of her best friend, with the husband of her best friend.
She and Jimmy had agreed that once Julia came out of hospital, it would be over and neither of them would mention it again, and they hadn’t – apart from the New Year’s Eve party two years ago, when she’d been coming out of the toilet to find Jimmy queuing there. She’d pulled him back into the toilet with her, and they’d had hasty, rapid, hard, rough sex there and then, standing up in the small WC. She’d dressed as a gangster’s moll for the fancy dress party, and he’d simply pushed up her short little black dress and pulled her panties to one side and stuck his throbbing cock into her, and fucked her for all he was worth.
She’d pulled away from him as he’d begun to grunt his orgasm, and had swiftly knelt, ramming her lips over his cock in time to catch the semen as it pumped forth, swallowing it greedily down.
Both Julia and her own husband had looked at them a bit suspiciously as they’d rejoined the party, but nothing had ever been said.
She felt a little guilty now – but only because Julia was the only person she could turn to. She had few female friends; too many of them were suspicious of her and her reputation. Her own husband had always previously ignored the rumour-mongers, perhaps because he wanted not to believe them.
Obviously, that had changed tonight.
She continued to limp down the road, and saw the headlights of a vehicle heading up the road. She stepped off the road, as far into the bushes at the side as she could, hoping that the driver wouldn’t see her, or at least the state she was in. She wiped the now-drying blood from around her nose onto her sleeve, and pushed her coat towards her ass, to wipe the semen that was now dribbling from her anus, onto the lining. She licked her palm, and tried to rub the mud off her face.
As the vehicle approached she saw it was a large truck, chugging slowly up the hill. As it passed her she realised that the driver had plenty of time to see her, and she’d lowered her eyes in shame as she stood by the roadside for several seconds as the truck slowly passed by.
She’d previously had fun with the truckers on this road. There was a transport depot on the industrial estate on the far side of the hill, so a lot of trucks passed up and down during the course of the day and night.
During the summer she used to jog each afternoon, sometimes wearing jogging pants, sometimes (when the weather was at its warmest) wearing shorts, but with either she used to wear just a little vest, and sometimes no bra underneath.
She used to Vaseline her nipples to avoid them getting sore, and this made the material stick to them, making them very visible. She was big up top anyway, and the combination of shorts and vest showed off her 34DD-26-36 figure perfectly. She enjoyed the frequent wolf-whistles and shouted comments from the drivers as they passed. Sometimes she’d reward them by pulling her vest up at the front, and flashing her boobs at the trucks as they drove past, hoping that the drivers could see her in their mirrors.
It normally took her about 20 minutes to run down to the bottom of the hill, and about 25 to jog back up. She knew it was going to take a lot longer than 20 minutes tonight, with bare, sore, feet, limping from her twisted ankle, and still aching from the cock that had been forcefully jammed into her ass. The night seemed to grow colder, too – the mist had thickened like a chilled, damp blanket. She wasn’t even sure if she could make it that far, the mile into town could have been twenty, or thirty, the way she was walking now.
Then, a truck approached from behind her. As it drew alongside her, it slowed, and stopped just a few yards in front of her. She heard the window wind down and a voice shout “Hey, Lady – you need a ride into town?”
The truck looked the same as the one that had gone up the hill a few minutes earlier, obviously from the same company, or was it the same one? She didn’t know and didn’t care.
She struggled, but gladly pulled herself up into the cab, wincing from the pain in her rear.
Thoughts raced through her mind. She wondered what cover story she could tell the driver to explain why she was wandering barefoot down the hill this late in the evening, she hoped that all the blood was off her nose, she hoped she could stop her coat falling open to expose her nakedness underneath, she hoped that the driver wouldn’t smell the urine and semen that had run down her legs, and she hoped that he wouldn’t insist on driving her straight to the police station. She didn’t know if her husband’s colleagues there knew what had happened, but he must have told them something in order to finish work early.
She knew she didn’t want to find out if they knew. For all she knew she could end up in a cell on some trumped-up charge.
She hastily pretended to be confused, and affected a stammer as she spoke. Inwardly proud, even in this horrid situation, of her ability to manipulate and dupe men, she told the driver that she didn’t really know who she was.
She said that she’d come to, lying in the woods – she must’ve fallen and hit her head and had amnesia – she couldn’t remember who she was, and could he drive her to the hospital, please?
Relived, she settled back into the passenger seat. There wouldn’t be any problem about the driver smelling her at least, his body odour seemed to fill the cab, the stale sweat made her wrinkle her nose. She thought about opening the window again, but decided not to risk offending the man who would be her saviour by getting her to the hospital, and there’d be a payphone there.
She glanced sideways at the driver. He was in his fifties, unshaven, and his greasy hair was unkempt. He wore a dirty, stained vest underneath a bright yellow Hi-Visibility waistcoat, and his beer-gut was visible over the top of a pair of filthy work-trousers.
As they reached the outskirts of town she saw the familiar outline of the local school. This was her usual turn-around point when she went out for a run, she’d jog around the perimeter of the school grounds, then head back up the hill. She’d always tried to time it so she’d be seen by the older boys when they were out on the playing fields at the rear of the school – she used to enjoy knowing that she was causing a few erections amongst the boys, and possibly she might have been the subject of a few wet dreams, too.
If any of them were close enough, she used to wink at the Games Masters as well, knowing that some of the teachers fancied her also.
Suddenly, and without warning, the truck swung off the main road, and down the side road alongside the school.
“What’s going on?” she demanded, nervously.
The driver said nothing, but gunned the engine, and drove the truck around to the side of the playing fields, well away from the road. There were no streetlights here, and in the mist only a faint glow marked where the main road was. The only light in the cab of the truck was from the dashboard.
Suddenly he jammed on the brakes. She wasn’t wearing a seatbelt and so she shot forward off the seat, bumping heavily on the dash. She felt a dread overcome her, and screamed “GET AWAY FROM ME!” as she fumbled at the door to try to get it open.
“Shut it, bitch!” snarled the driver as he banged his fist into the back of her head. For the second time that night her head swum and she saw stars. He shoved her back into her seat, and pulled her coat open.
“Heh-heh-heh, I thought so! No fuckin’ undies!” he grunted. “Did you think I didn’t recognise you as I drove up the hill?” she froze in terror, her insides once again knotted as she listened to the man snarl his words at her.
“Fucking little slut … all the drivers used to talk about you in the canteen, you prick-teasing little blonde whore. We’ve all seen your tits from a distance, now I can see ‘em up close. And that little cunt of yours too!”
He reached over, and roughly grabbed hold of her breast with one hand, squeezing it hard enough to make her cry out.
“SHUT UP!” he yelled, and slapped her face with his free hand.
The blow caught her across the same cheek that her husband had slapped less than an hour ago, re-doubling the stinging sensation, and bringing tears to her eyes yet again. He grasped her face with his hand, squeezing her cheeks between his thumb and fingers, forcing her jaw open and leaving her unable to speak.
He shifted himself across the seats so that he was now on top of her. She tried to shake her head, to beg and plead with the man, but his grip around her face was vice-like, the rough skin of his fingers irritating the smooth skin of her face, and she could neither speak nor move her head. She held up her hands in front of her, to try to push him away, and squirmed and struggled, trying to bring up her knee towards the man’s groin. Still grasping her face, with his other hand he punched her hard in the stomach twice, knocking all the fight out of her.
She realised that no matter what she did, he was going to have his way with her, and the more she fought back the more he would hurt her. She closed her eyes and tried to disassociate herself from her body, to detach herself from the awful thing that was about to take place, as though it was all somewhat unreal, happening to someone else.
She could smell his bad breath on her face now though; the stink brought her sharply back to reality. The bristles on his chin chafed her lips as he brushed his face against hers, and tried to kiss her on the lips. She could feel his saliva drooling and dribbling onto her face, and it turned her guts.
Once again she tried to pretend that this was happening to someone else, as the man pulled down the front of his trousers, exposing his erect penis.
He moved all his weight onto her, pushing his legs between hers, forcing her thighs apart, and tried to enter her. She was rigid with fear, and he seemed unable to penetrate her. “Let me in there, cunt!” he hissed, and both his hands grasped her round the throat, squeezing her in a stranglehold.
Now truly fearful for her life, she tried in vain to relax her abdomen.
She attempted to gasp out the words ‘No, please no’ but they only came out as muffled, guttural sounds. The only thing she could do if she wanted to live, she realised, was to get him inside her herself. She grasped his throbbing cock with one hand, and grabbed at his hip with the other. She pulled his hips up to hers, and steered the cock to the opening of her vagina, pushing the head of it between the lips. Suddenly he let go of her throat, and his hands dropped to her shoulders, holding her steady as he forced his cock into her. The pain was intense as he penetrated her, her dry pussy sending pain signals flashing in her head.
He fucked her roughly for a minute or so, then suddenly pulled out of her. His hand went to the top of her head, and forced it down towards the twitching penis. Powerless to resist, she pursed her lips as he forced himself into her mouth. The taste of him was vile; his unwashed cock filled her senses with a sickening taste and smell, like a mixture of rancid yogurt and parmesan. The last of the cum from her lover’s load from the pool earlier still lingered too, now presented into her mouth by the penis of this stranger. He grasped her hair now, and forced her head roughly up and down as he pushed his hips forward and back, fucking her face until his cum began to spurt into her mouth. He rammed her head down hard, the end of his cock pressing towards the back of her mouth, and she began to choke as the hot semen pumped down her throat. Too afraid to do anything else, she swallowed hard, gulping the cum down.
As he pulled out of her mouth, the knot of fear in her stomach began to expand and contract, and she began to retch and urge. She could not only feel, but even hear, her stomach liquids begin to gurgle. She instinctively put her hand over her mouth, fearing that she would be sick.
The driver noticed, and suddenly, with panic in his voice, shouted “OH NO YOU FUCKING DON’T, not in my cab you bitch!” he lunged across her, and opened the door with one hand, and shoved her roughly through it. Unable to stop herself, she fell heavily onto the ground by the side of the truck. The driver started the engine, and she crawled onto the verge, clear of the wheels, just in time as he drove off. She raised herself up onto all fours and her body convulsed as she finally vomited, again and again and again.
She slumped back onto the ground, next to the pool of sick that she had just created, curled up into the foetal position and began to cry again. Her nose was assaulted by a myriad of scents – the damp grass on which she was lying, the vomit next to her, the sweat of the man who had just violated her, her own fearful sweat, the taste of the cum in her mouth, the urine, the cum dribbling out of her, it all threatened to overcome her completely. Once again, she struggled to remain conscious. Her body began to shake uncontrollably as she wept, becoming more and more hysterical. She sobbed and sobbed in the cold darkness, until finally she was aware of a vehicle approaching. She looked up, her vision blurred with tears, to see the flashing lights of a police car drawing towards her……….
Yet again, fear gripped her. She tried to get up onto her feet, a feeling inside her told her to run but she found she couldn’t even stand properly. She only made it up onto all fours again, when the car pulled up alongside her.
The Policeman climbed out, and grabbed her by the coat, dragging her to her feet. He pushed her up against the car, and said, in a mocking tone, “Well, well, what do we have here? You look in a pretty bad way, lady. Have you been drinking?” she shook her head and tried to speak, but the words stuck in her throat.
He spoke again, in the same mocking tone “Or is it something else? What do we have here, then?” he reached into her coat pocket, and then held up a small plastic bag. “Oh-ho!” he exclaimed. “Dope, huh?”
She shook her head again, and managed to stammer “N-no…that’s not…”
He interrupted her “Shut it! You know where you’re going.” He spun her around, forcing her against the side of the car and grabbed her wrists, then handcuffed her hands behind her back.
He ran his hands over her body, ostensibly to check for weapons, but simply used it as an excuse to feel her body over, grabbing big handfuls of her breasts and her behind. He bent slightly, and began to run his hand up between her legs, stroking the inside of her thighs, but suddenly stopped and hastily pulled his hand away “Yeee-uck!” he exclaimed, wiping the sticky mess on his hand onto her coat “Dirty bitch! Get in the fucking car.” He pushed her into the car, and she was sprawled across the back seat. He jumped into the driver’s seat, fired up the engine and drove off. With a feeling of increasing dread, she knew he was taking her to the Police Station.
When they arrived, she was manhandled out of the car, through the doors and past the reception desk. The Duty Sergeant said nothing, but shook his head and tut-tutted as she was marched past his desk, straight into a cell. Still cuffed, the door slammed behind her, and she was left there, alone. Time dragged slowly by, the silence broken only once by muffled noises – someone was being put in the cell next to her. She couldn’t see or hear exactly who or what but for some reason the thought that there was someone else there was strangely reassuring – she felt less alone, isolated. The thought occurred to her that it was less likely that anything bad could happen to her if there was someone next door.
She waited nervously to find out what was going to happen next. How long she couldn’t tell, but it seemed an eternity before the Sergeant returned, accompanied by a different officer, and unlocked the cell door.
She knew them all, of course, seven years as a policeman’s wife had meant that she’d been to all the barbeques, all the Christmas parties, all the weddings, all the christenings. She’d chatted to them all, to their wives, their relations. She’d bounced their kids on her knee; she’d been part of the little station ‘family’. The Sergeant was carrying a clipboard, and a hands free phone. “I suppose you’d better be allowed one phone call” he said as the other officer undid the cuffs “What number do you want?”
Her head swam as she struggled to remember Julia’s number. Falteringly she managed to stammer out the number. The Sergeant laughed grimly as he looked at his clipboard “Yes, he said that would be the number you’d want” he punched the number into the phone, and handed it to her.
As the ringing tone beeped in her ear she prayed that Julia would pick it up.
There was a click as the phone was answered, and her heart leapt with joy as Jimmy’s voice said “Hello?”
She spoke rapidly, the words jabbering forth, “Jimmy, Jimmy ohmygod is Julia there? I HAVE to speak to her right away I’ve been arrested I’m at the station you have to get her to come down bail me out please Jimmy I’m so scared”
Jimmy’s voice was filled with confusion as he replied “What? That’s crazy! Babe – Julia’s not here, she got a call about twenty minutes ago and went out. Weird, she just grabbed her coat and went out without a word and she’s not answering her phone. Jamie’s in bed so I can’t come down. I’ll try her again, hon, and get her to come down. You hang in there kiddo” as he hung up she despaired, her heart pounded in her chest.
Downfallen, she handed the phone back to the sergeant, as the second policeman replaced the cuffs. Both officers left, the clanging of the door reverberating in her ears as she slumped onto the narrow, hard, bed that was across the back of the otherwise bare cell and shivered, feeling cold now in the unheated stone-walled room. Her body ached from the blows and assaults it had suffered during the course of the events that had just happened.
More time passed but how long she had no idea – ten minutes? Twenty? It seemed an age, until she heard the cell door unlock.
Her heart skipped several beats as she saw her husband walk into the cell, holding a small set of keys. He was still in his uniform from earlier, and as she looked him up and down she saw the traces of mud on his shoes from his walk in the woods. His face showed no expression, no emotion at all. Without saying a word he pulled her to her feet, turned her around and began to unlock the cuffs. A wave of relief swept over her, she suddenly thought that perhaps he thought he’d punished her enough, and now he’d come to release her, to take her home.
She wanted to be with him, to be comforted in her own home, in her own bed. She began to speak, she’d talk him round she knew, she always did, he always believed her “Darling, oh darling, I’m so, so, so very sorry. I’ll make it up to you, I swear, I’ll do anything, anything you want. I’ll never do it again, it was all such a mistake, and I’ll never look at another man again” she knew he wouldn’t be able to resist the next bit. At their wedding breakfast she’d been called on to make a speech and, unprepared for it, she’d just risen to her feet, turned to him, looked him directly in the eyes and said “I…Love You, I love you, I love you, I love you.” He’d had tears of joy in his eyes then, and she hoped he’d melt in the same way this time. She spoke the words, and repeated them twice more.
She looked back over her shoulder, but his face still betrayed no emotion. She wanted him to sweep her up in his arms, carry her home and make love to her. He’d unlocked one wrist, but instead of unlocking the other he roughly pulled the coat back over her shoulders and down her arms, then he threw it into the corner of the room. He swiftly snapped the cuff back onto her free wrist, so she was now naked, her hands cuffed behind her back once more. Her hopes dashed, she sank into deeper despair. He grabbed her arm, and roughly pulled her out of the cell and along the corridor towards the officers’ changing rooms.
She’d been in there once before, a couple of years ago; there’d been a barbeque on the lawn at the back of the station as a fund raiser for a local charity, all the officers and their families had been there. She’d gotten herself all turned on somehow by throwing wet sponges at the husband of one of the female officers, who was a teacher at the local school, and had been placed in the stocks as a target.
Dressed in just a vest and short shorts she’d been flirting with him whilst he’d been helpless and they’d both giggled as she’d thrown the sponges at him, making more and more obvious puns, telling him that he wasn’t the only one who was wet. After he’d been released from the stocks he’d come inside to dry off and change, she’d followed him in and she’d gotten what she wanted, with a quick standing-up job. She’d just ripped her shorts down and stepped out of them, and he’d fucked her up against the wall by the showers. The memory held no fondness for her now, as her husband pushed her through the half-open door into the room beyond.
Her jaw dropped with surprise as she realised that there were already several people in the room she had just been pushed into. As her eyes stretched wide in horror her brain took in the identities of the six other people who were grim-facedly staring at her and her nakedness.
The Sergeant and the other officer who’d accompanied him in the cell earlier.
The officer who’d arrested her and planted the drugs on her.
The wife of her next door neighbour, still carrying the gun which had been pointed at her head earlier that evening when her own husband had forced himself into her backside, except it was now tucked into the belt of her trousers.
A uniformed female police officer (with a sickening realisation she recognised her as Angie, the wife of the schoolteacher she’d had at the barbeque party), and her best friend, Julia.
Julia! My god what was she doing here?
Then the awful realisation dawned on her, that all her carefully spun webs of deceit had gone, her lies now as exposed as her own naked body. She knew then that her husband must’ve cracked the password to the personal diary she kept on her computer of her exploits. She struggled for air as she began to panic, her mouth bone-dry, the fear making a hard knot inside her stomach.
Her husband still stood behind her, and he pushed her forward, into the communal shower area. The others filed in behind them, and fanned out behind her husband, who shoved her from behind. She stumbled a few steps forward, unable to balance properly with her hands behind her back, and lightly bumped against the back wall of the shower area. Shaking with fear she turned around so that her shoulder blades were resting against the cold tiles at the back, and she stared, wide-eyed with terror at the group of people facing her.
Still no-one spoke, until the arresting officer passed something to her husband and said “There you go, Chief! I’ll go get the tap on.” With horror she realised it was the fire hose, which he must’ve unravelled from its coil out in the hallway. She watched, transfixed with fear, as the officer went back out into the corridor and then she saw the flat hosepipe suddenly jerk and widen, and first one squirt, then a steady stream of water shot forth from it. She cowered back against the wall, as her husband began to speak, raising his voice to be heard over the splashing of the water “Well, Rambo, looks like we gotta clean this one up, don’t forget to get her behind the ears!” she knew he was acting out a scene from that awful Stallone movie he liked to watch, and she knew what was coming next.
He turned the hose on her, the cold water shocking her body, and the force of the jet sharply reminding her of all the bumps and bruises she had from the various knocks and blows she’d already suffered tonight. She pushed herself back against the wall, and tried to move to one side to get away from the icy stream of water battering her. The force of the jet unbalanced her, and she lost her footing on the wet surface beneath her. Her feet scrambled momentarily, then she fell to the floor, the water still hammering across her body. She hit the floor hard, unable to put out her hands to save herself, and the wind was knocked out of her. She curled up into a ball against the wall, as her husband began to laugh loudly, still spraying the hose over her. The icy water boomed in her ears and she struggled to catch her breath until, eventually, she heard her husband shout “Ok, turn it off now!” and the water finally stopped. She slumped across the floor, lying on her side, looking up at the circle of people standing around her. She heard her husband’s voice again – “Ok then, she’s all yours.” With horror, she saw the three other women in the room step towards her.
“How could you?” Julia shouted at her, with tears in her eyes “And to keep a diary of it on your computer? You cow, you stupid cow!” Julia reached down and grabbed a handful of her wet hair, pulling it hard. The sudden pain made her squeal, and she felt her head lash from side to side as Julia shook her by the hair. She let out a cry of pain as a handful of hair came away in Julia’s hand, then she felt her legs being pulled apart. Through the tears that now streamed from her eyes, she looked down and saw the Other Woman, her neighbour, kneeling between her thighs. Fearful of what was about to happen, she squirmed and tried to kick the woman away.
The female police officer grabbed one of her legs, and then Julia grabbed the other, pulling them wide apart. The Other Woman knelt between her thighs again, and grabbed her pussy lips roughly with both hands, pulled them apart, then released her grip, and spoke to the others ”Help me with this, will you?” Julia tucked one arm around her thigh, keeping it pulled to one side, and pulled harshly at one side of her pussy.
She was helpless, unable to move as the female officer did the same thing on the other side of her. The Other Woman roughly pushed a finger sharply into her vagina, withdrew it then shoved four fingers into her. “You deserve this, you bitch!” she hissed as she pulled the hand back and wrapped her fingers into a fist.
She looked down at the ghastly sight of the woman place a hand flat on her stomach, and moving her other hand, fist clenched, towards the exposed opening. As the fist entered her she let out a scream at the top of her voice, the unbearable pain was greater than anything she’d ever experienced. Her eyes bulged in shock as she saw the Woman’s hand disappear up past the wrist. All the horrors of what had already happened that terrible night were eclipsed by the dreadful violation of her most intimate place that was now occurring.
She screamed again, her voice wailing loudly as her head thrashed from side to side. Her husband crouched behind her and gripped the sides of her head, holding her steady. “Scream all you like, bitch!” he said “These are two foot thick stone walls and the nearest other building is fifty yards away – In here, no-one can hear you scream.” She looked down and then shut her eyes tightly as the Other Woman twisted and turned her fist inside her. She could feel the knuckles as the fist banged around inside her, and then she felt the hand begin to flex, fingers out, then she wailed louder still as she felt the fingernails scratching her insides.
She screamed and screamed and pleaded for her to stop, but the Other Woman simply grinned as she continued the torment.
Not to be outdone, the female officer leant forward and, taking one breast in her mouth, began to bite down hard on the nipple. She screamed even louder now, one long continuous wail. The cold, hard, wet floor beneath her brought a sharp focus to the terrible events unfolding. There could be no self-detachment from these horrors; the dreadful fact of it all was all too real. Eventually, she felt the fist withdraw from her, and her legs were released. She slumped on the floor, rolled to one side, pulled her knees tightly up under her chest and wept. Droplets of water on her body chilled her, but she shook from more than the cold – the harrowing experience was causing her to lose control of her body, she shuddered as if having a fit, unable to stop the juddering, unable to even speak.
The respite didn’t last long.
She heard voices, followed by laughter, then felt hands grasping her again, pawing her and pulling her legs apart once more. She opened her eyes to see the three uniformed policemen crouching around her, and she knew what was about to occur. She let her body hang limp, too weak now to fight back, too broken mentally and physically to resist.
The three men each had her, the Sergeant was first, and he pushed his cock into her pussy, roughly.
The penis entered her, and tears once again flowed from her eyes as her sore insides responded to this latest invasion by sending blind agony through her brain. She laid there like a rag doll as the Sergeant rode her for a while, her body limp, her head banging from side to side loosely on the hard floor. He pulled out of her, and masturbated briefly, just a few strokes, then his load spurt out over her, splattering on her belly.
The second officer saw her tears and, laughing, said mockingly “Awww, poor thing – don’t you think her pussy’s suffered enough?” and he rolled her over onto her front, pulled her up onto her knees then grasped her hip with one hand, and guided himself into her backside with the other. Her anus was still sore from the sodomy she’d endured earlier from her husband, and she groaned, a long low moan, as she felt the man penetrate her. The officer who’d arrested her knelt in front of her then and lifted her head by the hair. She found herself staring down the barrel of a gun again, this time it was pointed directly between her eyes. As her body jerked rhythmically with the motions of the man fucking her ass, she heard the words “If you bite me, I’ll blow your fucking head off, ok?” then felt a cock force it’s way into her mouth. She grew even more scared now, the sight of the gun made her wonder if they intended to kill her here in the shower and hide her body.
Fearing for her life once more, she began to suck, to try to appease the armed man in front of her. As her body rocked to the rhythm of the man behind her, she slid her mouth up and down over the stiff member that was in it. She felt the grip on her hips tighten, and the man behind her thrust even harder into her, as he let out a loud moan, then she felt his warm cum inside her body. Without warning the man in her mouth suddenly ejaculated too, shooting his cum into the roof of her mouth, and filling her mouth with it. Desperate to please, she slurped loudly and swallowed as much of it as she could – a few drops dribbled from her lips, but she sucked most of it down and forced herself to swallow it.
She lay there for a while as, one by one, all the people who had done these terrible things to her filed out of the room. Eventually only she and her husband remained. He helped her to her feet, and guided her back towards the cell where she had been held.
As they passed the cell where the other person had been incarcerated earlier, she heard a man’s voice coming from it, desperately pleading. “Hey, please! Please! Gimme some help in here, huh? At least some clean clothes or something. Please?” the man was almost bleating as he shouted through the spy-hole in the door.
With sudden alarm, she realised it was the voice of her next-door neighbour, her hot-tub lover! Her husband shouted back at the door “Shut up in there, shitpants! We’ll bring you a clean diaper soon enough” then she was pushed back into the cell, still naked, still handcuffed and still dripping wet.
Her husband locked her in, but returned shortly after, holding a small carrier bag and a towel. He placed both on the small bed, then released her cuffs, sat himself at the end of the bed and watched her wordlessly.
She dried herself, and looked into the bag. She saw her make-up bag, her hair-brush and a few of her clothes in there. The sight of the make-up bag, something so familiar, so normal and everyday was hugely comforting amongst this horrifyingly bizarre sequence of events that were taking place. She looked questioningly at her husband, who simply nodded towards the bag, and said “Go ahead.” She flipped open her compact and was horrified to see her eyes were beginning to go black, the bruising from the blows to her nose and cheeks earlier were all too visible.
She applied eye-shadow heavily, but her hands were trembling too much to attempt mascara. She used some concealer to try to hide the bruises, and dotted a little Touche D’Eclat around in an attempt to hide the worst of the scratches and abrasions on her face. She added some lipstick, but gave up on the idea of using her lip gloss or the pencil for the same reason as the mascara.
She was glad to be able to brush her hair, although she winced as she dragged the tangles out, and wondered what her husband was thinking, and what his plans were for her. The female police officer entered through the still-open cell door carrying a glass of water, and two paracetemol for her, which she gratefully accepted and thanked her for. The officer merely scowled at her, turned and walked out. Then she looked back into the bag, and took out the clothes. Her heart jumped into her mouth as she saw her tiniest black mini-skirt, and a little white vest.
She knew this was one of her husband’s favourite outfits on her; it was dressed like this that he found her sexiest of all.
Perhaps he still wanted her, she thought to herself.
Perhaps the cruel punishment meted out to her had satisfied his hurt and jealousy. Maybe he wanted to take her home now, and have her seduce him as she’d done so many times before, sometimes wearing those very same clothes? Whenever she’d upset him, or whenever he’d had suspicions in the past, she’d always dressed up like that, and had always got around him. Her hopes climbed, maybe all wasn’t lost, and maybe this night would have a happy ending after all.
She looked, and saw with some inner satisfaction that there was no underwear – just the way he liked her- but a pair of black hold-up stockings and her best high-heeled shoes. Surely this meant that he wanted her, that her looks and charm were too much for him to resist?
She saw him watching her intently as she dressed, despite the pain from the various parts of her body she tried to hold herself as sexily as she could, posing slightly for him as she sat on the bed, crossing her legs as she pulled the stockings on, pouting just a little, standing and giving a little wiggle as she pulled the skirt up over her hips, pulling it right up, so she knew the tops of her stockings would be clearly visible under the hem.
With her back to him she bent down to do up the straps on her shoes, keeping her legs together and as straight as she could so that her skirt would ride up, giving him a full view of her pussy and ass as she did so. Her battered anus and vagina hurt like hell as she bent forward, but she was determined that she was going to give her man the time of his life when they got home.
She picked up her make-up bag, and turned to face him, a hopeful smile forced onto her face, and she batted her eyelashes at him, suddenly wishing she’d added the mascara after all.
Without a word, her husband took her gently but firmly by the arm, and walked her through the doorway, along the corridor and out into the reception area. The Desk Sergeant leered at her, licking his lips as she walked past, her heels clicking on the hard floor.
She ignored his stares and allowed her husband to walk her out through the front doors towards the car park. She felt elated, he was taking her home! Her joy was short lived though, as he steered her towards Julia’s car, which she noticed was parked in the car park out at the front of the Station. He opened the passenger door for her and motioned for her to get in. Julia was already sitting in the driver’s seat, and her husband jumped into the back, and sat in the middle. “What’s going on?” she asked nervously.
“Shut up.” Her husband said to her, harshly. He then spoke more softly to Julia “Ok, drive down to the town centre, and find a place to pull in anywhere near the cinema.”
The drive only took a few minutes, and she grew nervous as to what was planned for her. Julia found a spot, and pulled in. The cinema was on the main street between the bars and clubs clustered around one end, and the restaurants and late-night takeaways at the other. The last of the bar drunks were staggering around the street now, and their numbers would soon be swelled when the clubs closed, their patrons spilling out into the night.
Although the heater was on in Julia’s car, she was shivering as she saw a scantily-clad young woman walk up to a car that had pulled in a few spaces in front of them. She watched, spellbound, as the woman held a brief conversation with the driver of the car, then got in, and they drove off. The realisation that she was dressed almost the same way as the young woman she had just seen hit her, and she wondered fearfully why they were here.
Finally her husband spoke. “Julia, you drive me around to your place, and go in. Tell Jimmy you can smell burning in the car and he has to go out and have a look right away. I’ll bust him there and then, so there’ll be no noise and Jamie won’t know what’s happened. I’ll call the guys at the station and have them send a car over to your house to pick him up, and we’ll lock him up for the night to teach the bastard a lesson. Angie’s husband should be in the cells by the time we get there too. They may all get one of those little showers!” he laughed grimly. “And as for you….” he turned to her, his voice once again becoming harsh “You can get out here.”
“B-but…b-but” she stammered, wondering what was happening.
“Just get out!” her husband said to her “You’re not qualified to actually do a job, you haven’t worked for the last seven years, but you’re gonna have to do something to earn yourself some money, aren’t you?” he smiled but there was no humour in his voice as he spoke. “It seems there’s only one thing you’re actually experienced enough to do, so you’re gonna have to do it for money from now on…” he continued “I reckon you’ll be able to turn two or three tricks tonight, and earn enough to be able to afford a ticket on the first train out of here in the morning, and believe me you’d better be on it. If you’re still in this town by nightfall tomorrow, then you’re gonna be back in the cells, and those drug charges will see you put away for quite a while. Now get out of the car you bitch, out of my life and out of my town.”
He climbed out and opened the passenger door for her from outside, then motioned for her to step out of the car. She got out, and turned to try to plead one last time, to appeal to him to spare her this, but he simply jumped into the passenger seat and slammed the door.
Julia started the engine up and the car sped off, down the street.
She stood for a moment, clutching her make-up bag to her chest, too shocked and stunned to move or speak, lost in a world of her own.
She snapped out of it when she heard a whistle and realised that two young men were shouting at her as they approached. As they neared they leered at her, their eyes running up and down her legs and lingering on her erect nipples, the cold making them stick through the thin vest that she wore. They were both obviously drunk, and were munching greedily on takeaway food, spitting pieces of it as they made lewd comments about her, as though she was just a cheap piece of meat.
She felt ashamed of herself, debased and degraded. She shuddered as she walked away from them, heels clacking as she hurried back along the street. As she walked, their shouts and jeers ringing in her ears, she noticed a car rolling slowly down the street towards her, and saw the window wind down as it pulled into the kerb a few yards in front of her.
She reached the bottom of the well of despair. Her humiliation was complete. She knew she was out on the street, cold, hungry, penniless and with nowhere to go, no friends to turn to and no hope of salvation or comfort.
She walked over to the now stationary car, leaned on the roof, and began to talk to the driver through the open window…..

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Wild Sister-in-law

[b]I only have two true stories of incest. I have already related my first “High Fever Mom”. This one concerns my sister-in-law, which I believe qualifies as incest….at least by marriage. The remarkable thing about these encounters is that they took place, for the most part, between my age of 14 to 16 yrs. old. First, I must give you a little background about my brother.
My brother was six years older than me. After spending several years in a boy’s school, where we were separated because of age, we finally found ourselves sharing a bedroom in my parents new home. Since I had to take the top bunk, I was surprised, one evening while reading, by by the bed shaking. In my 12 year old mind, I thought we were having an earthquake. I looked to the lower bunk to see what my brother thought and there he was with his big cock in his hand and just about to ejaculate. I was totally intrigued and pestered him over the next few days to “do me”. He finally relented and it felt so good. Of course, I couldn’t ejaculate, but I still pumped and, as I called it, “got that funny feeling”. Well, this got me started down the sexual road and my brother taught me how to be a voyuer, how to always look for up the skirt opportunities and etc.
Fast forward. I’m now fourteen. My brother has been in the service for the past year or more. My parents thought I should travel to his base and spend a week with him as he might be going overseas. The week I spent was going fast and I had only been able to see him mostly in the evenings, but he would have the weekend off. His fiance, Betty was coming down for the weekend and would bring her girlfriend, Ginger. Of course, I would be paired off with Ginger. Since I was big for my age and taller than my brother, she didn’t seem to mind.
Saturday, we did the minature golf, bowling and dinner and my brother bought a bottle of Vodka. He insisted on mixing the drinks. I truly believe he didn’t give me any as I never felt it and complained about the taste which he explained away with: “Vodka doesn’t have any taste”.
Bedtime came and my brother was definetely going to sleep with his woman, so Ginger was stuck with me. No protest from her, but no excitement either….at least on her part. I was excited as hell. I had felt up girls my age, but this was the first time to be this close to a 21 yr. old woman! Since it was a double bed and a typical motel bed, we were kind of thrown together. I figured I may as well try to kiss her, so I did. Wonder of wonders, she kissed me back with quite a bit of passion and since I had my arms around her and could feel her bra under her pjs, I started trying to unhook it. Well, after way too much time, I could not get the damn thing unhooked and she lost interest and said good night and with the affect of the booze, she very quickly dropped off to sleep.
I vowed not to let such a sound sleep go to waste, so started experimenting, very carefully, on different parts of her body. The same deep sleep, so I got a little bolder and finally pulled the string on her pj bottoms and gently reached in to find panties underneath. What the heck, I’ll go for it. Since she was on her back, I gently pulled her leg as close to me as possible and gently pulled the crotch of her panties aside until I could slip my finger slowly into her slit. I kept looking for signs of her coming awake, but she still seemed to be breathing the same.
As I gently slid my finger up and down her slit, I was ecstatic, thinking that I had accomplished this much, when all of the sudden she rolled towards me, raising her arm and for an instant I thought she was going to hit me, but no, she pulled my head down to hers and planted a big kiss on my lips and at the same time started pushing her pj bottoms off. I couldn’t believe it. Had she been fakeing sleep? Who cares. The fire had been lit. Now my brother’s early advice and related experiences kicked in. This time, she reached behind and unhooked her bra as I was helping with her pants and panties.
It was hot in the room and we only had a sheet over us, but even at that, there was a lot of rustling of bed clothes and Betty called out, what are you guys doing over there. Ginger said: “We’re just restless”. I wasn’t going to let this opportunity go by and I now had my fingers in her bare cunt and I could feel her hips pushing gently up to my finger thrusts. I guess she forgot who she was with, because she whispered in my ear: “Lick my pussy, Honey”. Well, of course, I had never done anything like that, but my brother had told me all about it and how the ladies loved it, so I wasn’t about to refuse her request. I started moving down in the bed and between her legs and found my target and had just barely started to lick her cunt when I heard: “What……are you guys doing?’ It was Betty and a second later I heard the light click on and could see it through the sheet. I layed perfectly still. I heard betty say: “Where’s Jack”? Then……..”Oh my God!”
The next moment, the sheet went flying off of us and there we were in all of our glory with my tongue firmly entrenched in Ginger’s cunt. Ginger had red hair and this was, of course, the first time I had seen her cunt hair and it was flaming red too.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Betty standing beside our bed with only her bra on and she said: “Come on Bob. Let’s get some of this!” and with that, she disappeared behind me, going around the foot of the bed and had now shed her bra. I guess she was in charge as far as Ginger was concerned because she told Ginger to entertain Bob because she wanted some of what I was giving to Ginger. Without objection, Ginger went over to the other bed, bent down and started sucking my brother’s cock. (I found out later that they had had threesomes before.) Betty layed down on the bed and threw her leg up over me so I was now between her shapely legs.
Before me was a very hairy pussy, but well trimmed into a beautiful triangle. She was even hairy between her legs and you had to old her lips apart to see the pink. The rest of her body was slim, with medium sized tits. Ginger was bigger, but not fat, but had larger tits. I dove right in and was really enjoying my first experience of eating pussy. Over the course of the next few minutes, I think she came two or three times. After the first time, she instructed me to make my tongue hard and insert it deeply when she told me to…..which I did. I could feel her cunt muscles ripplying on my tongue when she came.
Finally, she reached down with both hands on each side of my face and pulled me up to kiss her saying: “You’ve got to come up for air young man!”. She asked me if I had ever fucked a woman. I lied and said I had fucked a girl from school. She corrected me saying: “I asked you if you had fucked a woman…not a girl”. I said no and she proceeded to push my shorts down, briefly jack my hard cock and put it in her warm cunt. I think I lasted about ten seconds before I came. She just laughed and said let’s try it again. Ah……youth is wonderful. Hardly ever lose that hard on.
Well, Betty finally went back to my brother and I was able to fuck Ginger, which felt muc better, by the way. Got a few hours of sleep and when we woke up, the girls wanted to go again, but my brother couldn’t get it up. His problem was diabetes which was diagnosed just a few months later and caused his dismissal from the service shortly after their marriage.
Now we come to the real reason for this story. Fast forward to a little over a year later and they are living near my parents. My bro had been in and out of the hospital, was now out of the service and was not doing well for a job. My sister-in-law was not happy. She missed the military life, the parties and most of all the sex, since he was impotent most of the time. I knew of his illness, but didn’t know of her unhappiness. She called one day and asked if I could stop by their apartment and …”help her with something”. She wouldn’t say what.
I went in their apartment and she offered a coke and we chatted for a bit. I asked her what it was I could help her with. She was in her robe and this was after school, but it wasn’t unusual for her to lounge around all day, so I didn’t think anything of it. She got up and started to walk away from me, but stopped and turned and as she turned, she opened her robe and came towards me stark naked, saying: “You can help me with this”. I said: “Oh no, I can’t do that “. She said: “Well, you did it when we were down at the airbase”. I said: “That was one time, and you weren’t married and everyone was in on it. I’m not going behind my brother’s back”. She said: “He knows and approves because I told him I would start picking up guys if I had to, but he is the one that suggested you to keep it in the family”. I suggested she was doing this behind his back and she got mad and picked up the phone and called him and told him I was there and that she wanted to do what they had discussed and asked him to talk to me.
I stood up and took the phone and my brother explained to me his problem and that he could trust me and that Betty was going nuts without her “pleasures”. While he was explaining all of this, she had sat down in the chair in front of me, unzipped my pants and waved my hands away until I gave in. She took my cock out and started to suck it until I hung up. Then she stopped got quite angry and said most boys would give anything to have a sister-in-law that would let them fuck her whenever they wanted. While I was sputtering half explanation and half apology, she grabbed my wrist and led me into the bedroom.
That started about 6-8 months of continues sex. I would go over there after school to the point where the guys complained I never hung around with them anymore. Of course, I couldn’t tell them what was going on. Unhappily, even though she seemed to enjoy my company, she finally left later that year. What a year for a young kid!!! Once she left, this is where things started picking up with my Mom, as I explained in “High Fever Mom”.
Wonderful memories!!

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To Crystal’s disappointment, he did not come up to shower with her. “Too bad”, she thought “ I would have loved to feel his cock deep inside of me, filling up every inch of my pussy”. Instead of pleasuring her boyfriend, Crystal just concentrated on preparing herself for the day ahead, plucking every stray hair on her body, and massaging her skin with lotions. She wanted to make sure that she was as perfect as she could be for him.
Meanwhile, downstairs, Nick was still sitting in the chair, utterly speechless. He could hardly believe his good fortune, he had created himself a fucktoy out of thin air, one that he could change however he wanted. She would be totally compliant to his every desire, and the mere thought of that intoxicated him. Suddenly a thought entered his head, and he immediately smiled, and pulled out a pen and a piece of paper, upon which he began to write, “Crystal had never been fucked in the ass before, and she never wanted to. However, once she got fucked in the ass once, she would love it, and beg for me to fuck it again”. Nick smiled to himself as he tucked the piece of paper into his safe, he couldn’t wait to fuck this blonde slut, and now she would even fulfill another one of his fantasies, she would struggle, at least the first time.
Nick knocked on the door of the bathroom, and was immediately answered by Crystal’s soft, melodious, voice. “Come on in gorgeous”, she called out. Nick, still not wearing any pants, opened the door, and was greeted by the sight of Crystal stepping out of the shower, water droplets rolling down her body. Without hesitation he strode across the room and pulled her close, passionately kissing her, to which she responded enthusiastically. Crystal instinctively reached down and started stroking his cock, as he hungrily shoved his tongue down her throat. Finally, Nick pulled away and whispered in Crystals ear, “Hey baby, I’m gonna fuck you in the ass now. So why dont you go bend over that counter like a good whore?”
Crystal froze, her ass was the one hole that nobody had ever fucked and she wanted to keep it that way, her friends had always told her that it hurt like a bitch and she couldn’t even imagine what it would feel like to have Nick’s huge cock in her ass. She just smiled at Nick and whispered in his ear, “Baby, I’m not sure I want to do that just yet, why dont I just suck your cock for a bit, and then you can fill up my pussy for me?”. As she said this, she went to drop to her knees, already licking her lips in anticipation of Nick’s delicious cock, but Nick acted faster.
In one swift motion, he grabbed a handful of her hair and smacked her across the face, “Bitch,” he said, “I didn’t ask you, I told you. Now shut up take it like a good slut”. Crystal screamed in pain, and tried to push Nick off of her, but he was much too strong. Nick grabbed one of Crystals tits, and placed the nipple in his mouth, biting just hard enough to hurt, while at the same time swirling his tongue around it. This nearly drove Crystal to orgasm, she loved being treated like a cheap whore, especially if it was how Nick wanted it. Unfortunately, this momentary lapse in concentration allowed Nick to spin her around and bend her over the counter, so that her ass was sticking up in the air. Nick continued to press her face into the counter-top as she begged him to reconsider, “Please baby, dont do this, I’m not REEEEEEEAAAAAADDDYYY”. Nick, with such a gorgeous ass pointed up at him, had not been able to resist, and he immediately shoved his cock into her tight virgin asshole.
Crystal could not believe how much it hurt, she could feel every millimeter of his cock as he shoved it deeper and deeper into her ass. She screamed, and tried to buck him off, but he was much stronger and easily kept her pinned down, the only effect her struggles had was to drive his cock even deeper into her ass.
Nick, on the other hand, was in heaven. His cock felt as though it was being squeezed by a velvet vice, “Goddam shes fucking tight”, he thought to himself. He had never felt more alive, with a beautiful blonde struggling against him as he raped her asshole. The combination of how tight her asshole was and the feeling of absolute power he had combined to make it the greatest sex he had ever had. After what seemed like only seconds, but was in fact nearly ten minutes, of his balls smacking against her ass, Nick could feel his balls tightening. Ramming his cock home one last time, he pulled Crystal against him, just as he exploded, shooting load after load of hot, sticky, cum deep into her body.
Crystal, thought that she was going to split in half, he had been fucking her ass for what seemed like weeks, and every time he rammed his cock home, she had to scream in agony. In fact she was so preoccupied with the pain, that she barely noticed that he had stopped, at least until she felt the cum that is. AS soon as she felt his cock begin to vibrate, she had the most powerful orgasm that she had ever experienced. As Nick’s cum shot up into her body, all the troubles in the world seemed to disappear, the pain was still there, but it was somehow distant. She faintly felt Nick pull his dick out of her and slump back on the toilet, but for just a moment she stayed there on the counter, revelling in the ecstasy of feeling Nick’s cum slowly drip out of her ass.
She felt so stupid, why on earth would she have struggled against that? It had been amazing! “And anyways”, she reminded herself “it doesn’t matter what I want, I’m just a toy for Nick to use however he wants”. She slid down to her knees, and crawled over to the toilet, where Nick was sitting, exhausted, his cock covered in his own cum. It was the most delicious sight she had ever seen. “Im so sorry baby” she said, “I didn’t have any right to tell you not to fuck me. Please let me make it up to you?”
Nick could hardly believe his ears, he had just raped this bitch a whore, slapped her across the face, and raped her in the ass until she had screamed for him to stop. And now she was asking him for forgiveness?!?! He smiled to himself as he said, “Alright you slut, why don’t you start by cleaning my cock off?”
Crystal accepted him calling her slut, she had disobeyed him and now she would need to earn back his love. She eagerly took his cock in her mouth, and sucked off his cum, it was the greatest taste she had ever experienced. She was so engulfed in sucking his cock clean, that she barely noticed that it was getting hard again. It was only when Nick grabbed her hair and forced her down on it that she really noticed, and she couldn’t have been happier. “Come on Crystal” she thought to herself “you better please him after you tried to fight back just now”. And so she concentrated on giving the best blowjob of her life, playing with his balls and swirling her tongue around his shaft, even as she forced herself to take his whole cock down her throat.
Nick was in a state of complete bliss, but after the rape, he knew he wouldn’t last long. So he stood up, marvelling at the fact that Crystal didnt even miss a beat, and, when he knew he was about to cum, he pulled her off his cock and exploded all over her face. Thick ropes of cum splattered her face, landing on her chin, in her hair, and landing on her perfect tits. He was stunned by how much cum he was pumping out, and also by the fact that Crystal never broke eye contact, even when a thick gob of jizz landed right in her eye. After he finally finished, he pushed her away and walked out of the room, saying as he left “get yourself cleaned up slut”. Leaving Crystal laying on the floor, cum covering her face and chest, and laying in a slowly growing puddle of cum that was dripping out of her ass.
Crystal just lay there for a minute, soaking in the feeling of being covered in cum, like a discarded sex toy. She would have loved to just stay there and revel in the feeling of his cum, but she eventually stood up and went back into the shower, after all, who knew what else was going to happen today. She needed to be perfect for her master.
Nick was also having a pleasant thought, “Maybe I should write another one?”, he thought to himself, “I’ve always wanted a threesome”.

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