The best way to read these stories is to have
something available that will get you closer to nasty
sex. Have some porno pictures nearby that help you
with your version of the story; are there any panties
in the waiting to be laundered? Bring a pair to your
computer and let the smell of cunt elevate your
arousal; or you can taste the beads of pre-cum from
the end of your cock—try it, it's a turn on if you can
get into it. I've been doing things like this for
years around fantasies of my wife getting laid by
other men. My first wife actually did it. My second
wife was too uptight and wouldn't even entertain a
fantasy. My third and current wife, much younger than
me, is what this story is about—and it's not the usual
stuff.
Cassie is 33, I'm 57. She really is very sweet and
pretty—low on glamour—you know, sexiness, the full
figure, big tits, etc. She's the opposite—the girl
next door with small tits and a petite figure, except
that she's a very pretty, soap and shampoo-smelling
girl.
I tried to interest her in some freaky fantasies, but
she withdrew. It wasn't until a month or so later that
she told me she'd been sexually abused by an uncle
when she was 11. On one occasion he brought over some
friends and they gang banged her. As a teen she became
really promiscuous, quite common I understand for
girls who are sexually abused. The upshot of this was
I never tried to get her into bed with someone else.
It's always been quite vanilla, except for some
outside stuff.
This story is short really. No point in wasting time.
True it is and recent.
Cassie came home late about two weeks ago. She went
out with her friend Bethany. Midnight came and she
hadn't called. I lay on the couch and fell asleep. A
noise woke me and I looked at the clock. It was 3:00
a.m. I was a bit slow to realize that the hall light
had been switched on and there was only silence. "Is
that you Cassie," I called, but no answer. Now I was
alert and silently moved across the living room that
led to the hallway. Cautiously I peeked around the
corner and there was Cassie, knuckles to her mouth,
head down, and trembling in silent tears.
Her blonde hair was out of its ponytail, and hung
veiling her face from the side. I was very concerned
about her. I love her very much and would do anything
to protect her.
"What happened, Cassie?" I stood in front of her and
gently held her heaving shoulders.
She didn't say anything until I took her in my arms
and held her. She was still biting her knuckles and
sniffling.
"You'll hate me," she wailed.
"No I won't. Tell me."
Piece by piece she told me that she and Bethany had
hooked up with 6 guys at the club. They were all
invited to go to the apartment of one of them—a guy
called Rob. Cassie and Bethany sat on a love seat and
the guys sat around. The conversation turned to sex
talk. One of the guys asked Bethany if she'd ever
kissed a girl. She shamelessly admitted she had. They
asked Cassie who said she hadn't. Apparently Beth
turned to her with mischief in her eyes and asked
Cassie if she wanted to try it; and then that was it.
Now you've got to understand that Cassie has always
has a penchant for voyeuristic stuff—the risk of being
seen. We've fucked in parks and parkades, and a few
places in between. This is when Cassie has really big
orgasms. Well apparently and bit of this kicked in
when she and Bethany locked lips and the guys started
whooping.
Next thing they're both groping each other over their
clothes. Cassie said she got very horny and then
Bethany whispered in her ear that they should have a
competition. Each of them would fuck three guys and
see which one of them could make all three of them cum
the fastest. Bethany's hands were doing just what was
needed to caress a yes out of Cassie.
Bethany turned to the guys, a couple of whom were
already hard and touching themselves over their pants.
When she told them what the game would be, the guys
were whooping even more and were ready to go. The
winning three would get to have another night with
whichever girl won. The guys didn't like the idea at
first, saying that all they'd get was a quickie. Beth
resolved the problem by saying, without Cassie's
agreement, that for that night all the guys could slow
fuck them afterwards as much as they wanted.
The guys split into teams. Bethany's team took her
over to a matching love seat, pulled her panties off,
lifted her dress and positioned her so that they could
easily fuck her from a kneeling position. The guys
with Cassie did the same. Cassie said there was a part
of her panicking by then and wanted it to stop.
Another part of her, she admitted, was back in those
promiscuous teen years and aching for sex: "Feeling
like a slut," she called it.
The guys were jerking themselves off to almost orgasm
before the start. Someone called it and the first guys
plunged into the girls, their legs spread wide and
pelvis's pumping madly to bring the guys off quick.
The last of Bethany's team pulled out, leaving his
load inside her as Cassie's last guy started to spill
his sperm into her belly.
Then it was into the slow fucking for a couple of
hours. Cassie said she didn't cum during the
competition, but had more orgasms than she could
recall after that. For her, being filled like a slut
was an overwhelming aphrodisiac that made her almost
catatonic with pleasure.
So the confession was over and I was still holding her
tenderly. What Cassie didn't know was how much a part
of my fantasy life this was. For three years I'd
spared her the trauma of even mentioning it. She was
still sniffling and sobbing quietly, apologizing for
what she'd done. I was over the moon and rock hard,
but slightly pulled away from her so she couldn't
tell.
"No need to apologize, Cassie. It's okay!"
"What do you mean, it's okay?"
I was already up her skirt in my imagination and
exploring her messy crotch with my hand, my fingers.
"Look, I'll show you."
I kissed her full on her soft lips and slipped her my
passionate tongue. She responded immediately and
gasped for air. My hand went down and slid up her
thighs. She clamped her legs together, twisted away
and cried, "No!" And then in an embarrassed and
faltering whisper, "I didn't wash."
"That's just the way I want it," I hissed menacingly
in her ear. I grabbed a handful of her hair and jerked
her head back, crushing her lips with mine. "You felt
like a slut. Now I'll tell you, you are a fucking
slut!" With my knees and hand I forced her legs apart
and found the sticky, heavy mess in her crotch. She
was crying hard now.
"Bitch! Shut the fuck up! Spread your legs you fucking
whore!" I ordered. It was as if another part of me had
taken over. I was down on my knees hiking up her
skirt and plunging my face, my mouth, my lips, my
tongue, into the sperm of six guys oozing out of her.
I'd become like an animal and I was making noises like
an animal.
Cassie was protesting and pushing my head with her
hand at first and then at some point all that changes
and she was pulling on my head and grinding her pussy
into my mouth. I had the crotch of her panties pulled
to one side and my tongue was plumbing the warm, wet,
musky depths of her fucked hole. Suddenly she came—
big! Real big! She was twisting like a tormented demon
against the wall, her pelvis thrusting against my
face.
I came up and looked her full in the eyes, grinding my
teeth. "Slut!" I snapped, and grabbed another handful
of hair. I dragged her to our bed, threw her on it and
forced myself between her thighs. I'd dropped my pants
and released a fucking huge hard on. I was as stiff as
a pole. Cassie was still fighting me, but I pulled her
panties to one side and impaled her twisting body with
one enormous thrust.
Something had changed in me. It was as if I were
watching myself. Cassie was crying and her tears
aroused me even more. My arms were under her
shoulders; I had two handfuls of her hair, pulling her
head back and using it as leverage to pound deeper,
harder. I was spewing all manner of profanities and
forcing her to call herself "bitch," "slut," "whore".
And then I was there: a deep-groaning, howling, orgasm
that I forced into her body as deep as I could go.
There's no other way of describing it.
I raped her and it satisfied me. It satisfied me that
she had been violated by six men before me. She cried
herself to sleep in my arms. I slept well and awoke to
the intercom. When I got to it, it was still buzzing.
It was Rob from the night before. He was dropping off
an earring Cassie had lost in his apartment. I let him
in and called him up.
When I got to the bedroom, Cassie was waking and
disoriented. I kissed her roughly and told her that
Rob was on his way up and that we were both going to
fuck her. I let Rob in and led him to the bedroom
where Cassie was curled and frightened against the
headboard.
"I know what happened last night," I told Rob. "She
loves cock, so she'd going to get it." I taunted her
with touch and then dragged her by the ankles down the
bed. She was in tears again as I told Rob to get his
pants off and fuck her. Rob only hesitated a moment
before dropping his pants and climbing on the bed
between her thighs. He was clearly aroused to the max
at the idea of raping Cassie. I'm quite big, but he
was bigger than me—fatter. His cock spread her pussy
and I stayed mesmerized by the sick sight of him
thrusting into her like a monster, her cries only
fuelling his passion further.
"Fuck my slut! Fuck my whore wife!" I urged him. And
then soon it was over as he emptied into her with
thrusting groans that sounded like pain. Rob rolled
off and I went next with a force I never knew was in
me. I was surprised as I was rising to orgasm to see
that Cassie was riding a huge orgasmic wave. The
struggle and the crying stopped.
"Oh My God! Yesssssssss! Fuck me!" And then she joined
me with five or six astounding thrusts of her pelvis.
Rob was hard again watching it all and he did her
again. This time she came with him. Rob left and I
raped her once more. She orgasmed, too.
Since then, I've brought around four of the original
six guys. The others were freaked out by it. I've also
had three of my friends over to rape her. But for a
class act, I got in touch with her rapist uncle who
was more than eager to drive for two hours to pound
his cock once more into my pretty Cassie.
I have two guys—one her older brother—coming over
tonight. The sheets are a smelly mess and Cassie's
pussy is always oozing cum. I'm never hungry.
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Friday, February 1, 2013
CASSIE'S RAPE
Monday, July 16, 2012
RAPE IN THE GYM
The dark form of her rapist loomed above Gill ,and his
hand squeezed brutally her tit, making her cry with
pain-but oddly making her cunt tingle. Spread’em! He
ordered coarsely pulling her legs widely apart. "No,
no, no!" whimpered Gill," please no!"
The rapist brandished his huge stiff dick, laughing
coarsely, and smashed it in one strike into her widely
open cunt. The 10-inch long plastic dick disappeared
almost entirely in her wet box causing her a longed-for
mixture of pain and pleasure.
"AHHH! Please don’t! It hurts so much!" she moaned, her
hips heaving up into the violating member. Oh, yes,
this one was a good sized dick. She shoved it in and
out with all her might, heaving heavily against it.
The dark rapist only laughed at her pleading, "You have
felt nothing yet! "Spread your cheeks!"
"NO! Not in the ass!" she pleaded, but to no avail. The
other rapist, well, if she wanted to be fucked both in
the cunt and her ass there must be two of them! - stuck
his smaller black dick in her ass, making her scream
louder for mercy.
Gill heaved and pushed both dicks into her openings,
thrashing, jerking, yelling and screaming in a searing
orgasm, one of the best she'd had lately.
Catching her breath afterwards, she contemplated : why
did she need these fantasies at all? After all she had
her regular sex with Walt every couple days or so..
Well, maybe that’s the trouble –regular sex. She missed
the excitement of new adventures. Maybe it’s time to
say good bye to Walter.
Not that she was worried too much about any
replacement: looking in the mirror she saw a handsome
face, blue eyes and reddish short hair, and a perfect
body for her 32 years. After all she worked on it
diligently in the gym, at least three times a week.
Maybe she’ll try to find there her mate this time and
not in her work circle. After all what excitement can
you expect to find among accountants?
It was nearly 10 in the evening and the instructor
responded quite impatiently to Gill’s flirting. All he
wanted was to get home. Gil was the last client to
leave the gym. It was situated on the fourth floor of a
mall, all empty now, and she heard the commotion of the
instructor’s leaving and now she was all alone in the
building. Gill heard the clicking of her shoes echoing
in the empty space. Suddenly she noticed another echo
joining the clicking of her shoes, a heavy footstep of
a man nearing, and nearing.
Fear constricted her throat- even if she screamed
nobody would hear her. Her fantasy is now turning into
a nightmare! The footsteps neared even more and Gill
was anxiously rehearsing in her mind the self defense
moves: "first a strong kick into his crotch then to his
face, than run." The fast, heavy footsteps were very
near now. She could now even hear the breath of her
attacker.
"Ma'am, Miss, I mean, excuse me?" She heard a rough
voice behind her. She turned around all tense, only to
see the familiar face of the gym’s attendant, a big
strongly built man with an Asian look.
"You have left your membership card on the counter," he
said holding it out to her.
"Than-thank you..." mumbled Gill, with a trembling
voice. The released tension has left her shacking, her
legs sagging underneath her.
"Miss? Do you feel well? Sorry to have scared you,"
said the attendant.
"It’s OK , really, just let me catch my breath again,"
responded Gill leaning on him and lowering herself on a
nearby bench. Gill’s dizzy head was resting on his
shoulder, and she smelt a pungent odor of men’s sweat.
Her finger trailed a strong muscular arm and shoulder,
and now while calming down she felt a familiar tingling
in her loins.
Her human pillow moved and she felt a strong hand
closing on her breast and squeezing.
"What? How dare... stop it!" she shouted, with dry
throat. The brutal sudden act has brought to her all
her "rape" memories. Oddly enough she felt outraged
more than frightened.
"Come-on, miss, cut the bull," he responded. "You know
you want it, all evening you have been giving me the
eye." And he squeezed her tit yet again, pulling her
jeans open with the other hand ,and pulling them down
to her knees.
The squeezing of her tit sent a ray of fire into her
cunt, igniting the internal furnace. "Stop it NOW you
bastard!" She screamed, pounding with her fists on his
wide chest to no avail.
He rose from the bench, dropping his trunks and
brandishing a huge splitter, he slowly pulled a condom.
The sight made her both fear and want the pole in her.
"Is it really that big or is it just the fear?" she
thought. She was jumping awkwardly trying to pull on
her jeans when he grabbed her, pushed her over the
bench back. It was a double, back to back bench so she
crashed down on the other side her head hitting the
seat, while her naked ass was leaning on the top. She
tried to kick him, but he just stepped in between her
flaying legs ,using enormous strength he split them
widely open with both his hands and shoved in.
It was as if she was turned on by some machine. She
felt humiliated by the invasion into her body
,overpowered by this huge ape and aroused as never
before. She flew into an orgasm almost immediately. The
pounding of the strong manly body against her clit sent
her spinning high and the powerful piston movements of
the mighty pole inside aroused all her hidden points.
She was heaving against him, thrashing skewered on the
hard dick, moaning, screaming and yelling for more.
On and on the huge cock pounded her, carrying her from
an orgasm to another. Her pelvis divorced itself from
her body dancing a wild tattoo on the bench’s back and
her head flew off in a dizzy spell all the world
spinning around her disappearing into a nothingness,
only the feelings in her cunt remaining.
"OOH! HO!" Mighty shoves returned her to the ground
again, when her violator erupted .She slipped on the
bench, loosing her trousers leg in the process. Now she
was free to... to do what exactly? She didn’t recall,
did she want to escape the humiliation? To fight back?
The dark figure of her attacker loomed above her as he
came around the bench. She kicked with all her might,
aiming at his groins, but obviously, she missed. Her
attacker caught her flying leg and pulled – and she
crashed heavily down. The pain of the fall has sent her
head spinning and as if in a nightmare she felt herself
being pulled up, raised and leaned against the bench’s
back, kneeling on the seat.
"You want it rough? Ahh bitch, you’ll get your wish!"
rasped the rapist's voice, doubling her over the bench,
her ass high in the air.
"Oh my god he is going to rape my ass!" she thought,
horrified.
A flash of searing pain hit her bowels as her attacker
hammered his ram-rod inside her ass. Gill’s cunt was
smashed against the back of the bench ,screaming , and
the stiff rod hit and dug in yet more ,and again, until
it was embedded in her to the hilt.
Gill was screaming for pain, but somewhere, along the
pain she started to receive strange tingles of lust
from her cunt, which was brutally ground against the
bench. Yes. It was a brutal, humiliating invasion, but
her clit was being rubbed against the rough wood and
Gill felt herself being swept again in a whirlpool of
lust.
The pain in her ass eased a little bit and Gill felt a
new shattering orgasm building up in her loins. Each
thump shoved her onto the hard bench sending fluttering
sensations from her clit, those meeting hot waves of
fullness raising from her bowels to her cunt. Her
screams of pain changed to moans.
Oh, she was so full!
The tempo increased and Gill felt her pelvis joining
the feast, heaving, rotating, jumping up and down. Her
lust screams joint deep grunts and roars of the rapist
and as she exploded in a shattering orgasm that wiped
everything else from her mind.
Gill was screaming, heaving her ass so strongly the
long cock nearly left her only to be rammed again
inside to the hilt. Her cunt was gushing orgasmic
juices and inside her all her world was shattered to
colorful smithereens.
The hard shoves of her attacker and his roars signed
his eruption, contained in the rubber wrapping, and he
withdrew his pole. Gill slumped heavily on the bench,
breathless, her pelvis still jumping, and quivering in
an echo of the orgasm.
The gym attendant peeled the condom’ filled with his
jism and smeared with her feces, off his dick. Throwing
the stinking rubber into her face, and uttering,
"Slut!" then he left.
Gill remained sitting, breathing heavily. Her spread
legs trembling, her cunt dripping, both her ass and her
cunt aching – and so satisfied, she thought, "Yes,
that’s what I am. A slut."
Chapter Two
During the two weeks that had passed from the incident
in gym, Gill was in a turmoil. She didn’t go out,
couldn’t enjoy life, she could hardly eat and sleep and
in work she was like a zombie.
She felt humiliated and abused, but on the other hand
she had had the best sex of her life. She hated and
despised herself for having enjoyed it, after all she
had been brutally attacked, her privacy was invaded her
human dignity was trampled, but it was such a
shattering orgasm.
Her feeling went like in an emotional roller-coaster.
She was engrossed in self indulgence one moment and the
next one in a fit of hate against the bastard who
caused it. One day she would be down with melancholy
and the other in a fit of rage. Slowly the fits of rage
took precedence. She was furious with the abhorrent
bastard!
After two weeks she couldn’t contain it anymore. She
had to go to the gym to take revenge, to show the
bloody motherfucker, to choke him, to... it was late in
the evening and she put on her trunks but left the high
heeled shoes on and went. Even the small nagging voice
in her head calling, "You want a second serving!"
Didn’t deter her, "She’ll show him!"
It was nearly closing time when Gill arrived at the
gym. She flashed her membership card at the reception
desk and turned straight to the attendants’ cubicle.
Yes here he was, the bastard. Organizing the buckets or
whatever.. On hearing her enter he straightened up,
smirked and said, "I wondered when you’ll come for a
repetition."
"The cheeky, bloody bastard," thought Gill and her fury
exploded in her painting all the world crimson. She
kicked with all her might-straight into his groin.
Yes!! This time she hit, and as they had been taught in
the self-defense class, Kim jackknifed in pain ,
uttering a guttural groan. [ As Gill learned later, it
wasn’t his name, but everybody called him Kim]. Gill
didn’t hesitate. As she had learned in the class, she
closed in and kicked to his face-but in the class they
had forgotten to tell the girls that sometimes men
don’t keep down.
Her kick was easily fended off by Kim’s hand and he
straightened up like a Jack-in-the box. His fist hit
Gill in her solar plexus and it felt like being hit by
a train. All he air rushed out of Gill’s lungs in a
high pitched scream. She was flung in the air and hit
the ground on a pile of old mattresses and stuff, and
the world went black.
When Gill came to, she was watching closely a huge dick
in front of her face and feeling pain in her hair
roots, being held-up by them, she heard Kim’s hoarse
voice, "Suck it, you bitch!"
"No, here I’m being raped again!" thought Gill in
despair, and raged, "No, I’ll bite off his dick if I
have to!" She fumbled with her hand under the mattress,
and came on an old hand dumbbell. She grabbed it and
smashed it into Kim’s temple. He toppled as a felled
tree, and she rose up.
Here he was stretched on the floor on his back, dead to
the world at her mercy. Funny, his dick was sticking
out like a maypole! Gill felt suddenly a familiar
burning ,tingling feeling in her cunt. "Yes, I’ll rape
him! I’ll show him how it feels to be abused!" And Gill
straddled the erect pole, skewering herself on it to
the hilt in a single heave.
"OH!!" It felt great. A wave of adrenaline washed Gill
and she thrust again and again against the stiff organ,
sending fuck feeling waves of heat and satisfaction in
her cunt. The still body beneath her began to stir, and
blurted weak groans. Gill grabbed his throat strongly
in her hands and squeezed, and squeezed, until she
heard choking sounds and felt Kim’s body flapping under
her, then she eased. After all she didn’t want him dead
yet.
She was feeling enormous! She was bigger then this
room, bigger than this town! And she kept smashing
herself down on the still rigid cock. Thus she kept Kim
half conscious until she felt that the Big one is
coming! She leant into Kim’s throat choking him until
he was flapping helplessly beneath her, while her but
was dancing her orgasmic dance heaving an hopping and
skipping to all sides. OH! What an orgasm!! All the
world was spinning around her an all she felt was this
bursting inside her vagina and the need to keep on
squeezing!
When she finished, Kim’s body was lying still beneath
her. She rose. Here it was, the big cock still rigid,
pointing up, glistening now from her juices. The body
began stirring and she said :"Yeah! I haven’t done with
you yet!" Oh’ the feeling of adrenaline in flowing in
her veins! It was just great !She turned around,
straddled Kim’s face and lowered herself on her fours.
She grabbed hold of his balls and said in a hoarse
voice, "Lick me to an orgasm, you bastard, and if you
just make the smallest move against me I’ll bite off
your dick!"
And she accompanied her talk with a squeeze on the
balls. Gill heard a deep throated groan and felt a
tongue moving in her cunt licking, searching in her
cunt. Strong fingers spread her cunt lips and the
licking tongue licked her inner lips touching, fucking
all the hidden corners and then, "OOHH!!" The searching
tongue hit the clit and it was as if she was touched by
a live electric wire. Her hips jumped and she groaned
and fucked back the exploring tongue.
"Keep sucking! Suck me to an orgasm or I’ll bite you!"
she screamed, but she needn’t fret. Kim’s lips joined
the feast, sucking on Gill’s swollen clit while his
tongue kept on moving, licking all the recesses of her
cunt. Gill was feeling in heaven. With every lick on
her clit a wave of adrenaline surged in her veins, and
she squeezed and milked the balls in her hand. The
stiff dick in front of her face only grew bigger with
every squeeze, the mushroom shaped head bloating to
inhuman size. The glistening cock and the smell of her
own juices on it dove Gill nuts. Before she completely
realized, she opened her mouth wide and sucked the
stiff pole in.
"Oh my god, what am I doing?" thought Gill, but her
cunt took over control. Kim’s fingers probing in her
vagina and his tongue twirling her clit drove Gill into
a blast of an orgasm. The world swirled in front her
eyes and her ass jumped in an incredibly fast dance
fucking Kim’s face, nearly breaking his neck. All she
could do was to squeeze the balls in her hand, which
she did. She was immediately rewarded by a roar and a
squirt of jism filled her mouth, Kim’s body jerked and
flapped under her.
"What a glorious taste!" Thought Gill milking the still
squirting cock, sucking it dry, while her ass was
humping up and down, up and down on Kim’s face." I just
have to feel this cock inside me!" she thought and she
rose from Kim’s face, smashing her ass on the erect
dick, skewering herself on it down until the balls hit
her ass.
She squeezed the balls digging her fingernails in, and
was rewarded by a roar of pain.
"In the ass! I want... Oh, in the ass!!" she fumbled in
her purse that was at her hand and took out her
outsized vibrator. "Yes this will do!!" she thought and
slipped her hand under Kim’s ass. Keeping it high in
the air she shoved the huge plastic dick in.
Kim roared in pain and Gill felt his cock shrinking and
become flaccid in her.
"Yes, you bastard! Take it, you mean dog you, you...
You mother fucking asshole!" She screamed, shoving the
huge plastic in again and again, squeezing in the same
time the balls in her hand.
Kim’s cock started inflating in her cunt ,and his body
started shoving against her. She felt an enormous
orgasm building in her cunt.
"Oh my god!" she thought, "OH my god! OH MY GOD!
OOOH!!!" All the world blew up in her head, turning
onto a colorful shower of fireworks. She felt that she
was rising to the sky, filling the whole world…and she
came.
When she came through she was lying, face down, on
Kim’s legs, her ass high in the air. Kim’s body was
still flapping and jumping under her in the last throes
of an orgasm.
She heard Kim’s deep, hoarse voice, "So, now we are
even. Aren’t we?"
Gill could hardly breath, she only nodded in response.
Oh yes, they were even. Now she could understand the
pleasure those bastards are getting from raping, the
indescribable feeling of adrenalin flowing in her
veins.
"But you mustn’t lose your head," continued Kim. "You
should have insisted on a condom you know." Only now
did Gill realize that she had absorbed all of him jism
in her... unprotected. She was blushing heavily. How
could she have lost it that much?
"How about tomorrow?" Kim said.
She hastily rolled off him, "Yeah, same time," she
blurted, gathering herself and her belongings, and
leaving into the dark gym as fast as she could.
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