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I was alone that night....a rare occasion. My husband and daughter had left earlier that day...they were going out of town for an in-law get-together that I got out of by pleading my job. Well, I DID have to work a few hours that morning, but the rest of my weekend would be FREE!! I was going to have the house all to myself!! I couldn't believe my incredible luck. After taking a long hot shower and smoking a fine phat one, I'd settled in to watch one of my favorite movies....The Blair Witch Project. Just to add to the effect and creep myself out a little further, I turned off all the lights (except my red lava lamp) and lit a few candles
I was really into it.... that’s a helluva creepy kewl movie to watch while high...all that raw fear...it always gave me a thrill I could never pinpoint or understand. That night, however, it seemed to be causing a paranoia it never caused before....I seemed to hear things outside the window, and even from the kitchen, but when I'd get up to look I would see nothing. I decided that it was totally normal for me to feel a little paranoid. It was the first night I'd spent totally alone in 6 years at least! Add to that the fact that I was high...and watching a movie in which paranoia very nearly had a starring role! Eventually I ignored the noises.
I'd just gotten to the part where Heather decides to open the "package" containing poor Josh's remains, when the phone rang.... damn near causing me to jump off the couch! RRRIIINNNNGGG I stared at it for a second...suddenly annoyed. Wouldn't you know it? Oh well, I WAS getting creeped out...talking to somebody may help. With my eyes still on the screen, I reach over to answer it. While Heather's trembling fingers begin to untie the grisly package, I hear a rasping male voice say..."Heeeeaaaaaatttthhhhherrrr...." after a beat of utter confusion on my part...watching Heather on the screen and all, the voice deepens.... turns ugly.... scary...
"How ya doing Heather?....you BITCH!!"
A shock ran thru me.... making me unable to say anything for a few moments. The first shock was that I just got called a bitch on the phone...that was kind of unexpected. Second shock....and the most disturbing, was that my caller had used my online name...HeatherBWP to be exact..based on the Heather from the movie I was watching...too weird said the stoned part of my brain.
Before I could find my voice, he says, "Did you have a nice shower?"
"...who..???" I tried to say, but it only came out in a squeak.
Onscreen, Heather was screaming and hyperventilating after making her horrible discovery. Unnerved I grab the remote to pause it. I noticed my hands were shaking uncontrollably.
"Who is this??"....I manage to say. This time it comes out quite loud.
I hear him laughing softly.."Aw Heather....have you forgotten me already? Guess I'll just have to make sure you never forget me again.....right Bitch?"
Only one online "friend" I could think of called me Bitch with any regularity...and then only while "playing", but he'd disappeared online a few weeks ago. I really missed him, but that's how online friendships often go. They can disappear with a few keystrokes.
"Dark One?...", I asked--only knowing his online name "is that you??" --almost relieved. Despite some rough (but VERY hot) online role-plays between us, he seemed like a basically nice guy. I was always teasing and tormenting him into frenzy...till he would "rape" me--sometimes quite brutally--online. But it was all in fun. I was quite sure. I mean he was actually nice! But how in the world had he gotten my number? And why was he messing with me?
"Guess where I'm at slut?", he says next, not bothering to acknowledge whether or not I'd correctly guessed his identity. Before I had a chance to respond, his voice dropped to another raspy whisper, but I heard what he said....and terror gripped me hard......
"I'm gonna fuck you reeeal gooood....in every damn hole I can find....I'm soooo close to you Bitch...By the way...you shouldn't smoke that shit..."
Shocked, not only by the threats, but also by how he'd described my evening so far, I slammed the phone down as a small cry escaped me. I jumped up and began pacing around frantically. He was right...I shouldn't have smoked that shit...I was like a deer in the headlights, looking all around me at once. I jumped as the VCR automatically stopped the movie and the channel the TV was on blared into life. An audience was laughing uproariously at my situation it seemed. I turned it down.....
FUCK!!! I heard something again!! Suddenly I wondered if I'd remembered to lock the back door. I don't always think to. OMIGOD.... I realized with a dull shock that I probably didn't.... I remembered putting the wet mop outside earlier...but I just knew I didn't lock it! You know how you just KNOW you forgot something?...something important? The slow dawning horror?....well multiply that by a LOT....that's how scared I was becoming.
I heard my breath tearing itself in and out frantically thru a throat closed with absolute fear as I ran down the hall and to the kitchen...RRRRIIIIINNNNGGGG ...My heart nearly stopped! I screamed when the phone in the kitchen rang just as I got in there....as though it were waiting for me. Fearfully, I picked it up, held it to my ear, but didn't say anything.
"Damn BITCH!!! You'll be sorry for hanging up on me...".....as he speaks I'm frozen to the spot...my eyes never leaving the back door...which was not only unlocked but standing open at least 6 inches.
"Nooo....ohhh no! Oh please god no...." I heard myself faintly moan....the fear had turned my blood cold by now. Because even though I was fairly sure I'd forgotten to lock the door, I was very sure I'd at least closed it all the way....I knew it because the door sticks sometimes and I remembered having to slam it a few times to get it to close good. But here it was....standing open....as though someone had just come thru it.
"Where are you?", I whimpered into the phone...slowly advancing toward the open door. Thinking maybe I should run right thru it as hard and fast as I can....but maybe he's out there....waiting for me to do just that?
"Hey...good question", he chuckled approvingly..."You must want me to come in huh?....ooohhh I'm gonna have so much fun with you..."
With a panicked shriek I just dropped the phone and ran to the door....deciding he must be out there and I would slam it and lock it in a hurry....when before I could reach the door, or even turn around, I heard running footsteps behind me--he must have been hiding in the bedroom--and a body slamming itself into me...driving me against the door......which slammed.
Before I could even scream I felt something being shoved roughly into my mouth...it felt like one of my socks. His other arm was holding me tightly around the waist. When he'd stuffed as much of the sock into my mouth as he could, I saw his hand reach down and lock the door....I kicked and struggled and made as much noise as would escape my sudden crude gag....and all the while he was laughing...pressed against me, pinning me to the door...tying a scarf or something over my eyes. Then one hand was holding my face while the other moved down to grab me between the legs....fingers squeezing and rubbing,...then he began to grind against me...obscenely shoving his hardness insistently against my ass...and I was only wearing a t-shirt and panties!
"Mmmmmmmmm....", The voice from the phone was suddenly in my ear....."I've been watching you for days now...just waiting for this chance. And I'm gonna be hard for some time babe....I already dropped a load while watching you tonight...couldn't help it...ohhh yeah,.. I got off sooo hard just thinking about what all I was gonna do to you.. "
When he said that I totally panicked and summoned all the strength I could get in a last ditch effort to get away....but my strength was, of course, no match for his. When he got tired of my struggles he suddenly spun me around and slapped me....hard enough that I fell down. He swooped down on me then and seemed suddenly tender....with my blindfold on he was as faceless as he ever was online..., but I didn't need to see him to know he was big...strong!!
I felt his lips gently kiss the part of my face he'd just slapped, as gently as a lover almost, and while caressing my hair he asked sweetly..
"Did that hurt baby? If you're a good girl, maybe I won't have to do that again ok? Can you be a good girl for me?"
Sobbing in terror, I nodded my head...
"That's good".... suddenly the hand caressing my hair roughly grabbed a handful of it and I was yanked to my feet quickly.
"Then come on Bitch!” he says jovially as he pulled me across the kitchen..."Let's get this party going!"
Taking of Heather part 2
As I was being pulled by my hair into my bedroom, my face still stinging, my heart pounding so hard I felt it would burst thru my chest in terror, I wondered how I'd gotten into this situation...besides forgetting to lock the back door! But even if I had locked it.... would that have really stopped him? To plan this so carefully, a locked door probably wouldn't have given him much pause at all. I knew this had all started because of my online audacity. I had teased this man to death and responded to his role-playing with descriptive enthusiasm.... my face burned when I remembered all the things I'd written, and how hot it had made me. .... but I'd been safe!! Or so I thought. How naive could I have been?? After all what did I really know about this guy? About anyone I talked to for that matter? He could be a serial killer for all I knew. And here he was.....taking total control in my own home...laughing at my terror, planning God only knew what.
I was flung onto my bed. Before I could try to jump off or even get my bearings he was on me....holding me down....pulling a length of rope from somewhere and tying my wrists together in front of me tightly, then tying the end of the rope to a post on the headboard.
Grabbing more rope he tied each of my ankles to each post at the foot of the bed. He worked very quickly. Soon I was helpless....more helpless than I'd ever been in my life.....on my back with my legs spread out and my wrists together and over my head......still blindfolded and still gagged. Not being able to see anything was making me even more scared. He had gotten quiet and I had no idea where he was, what he was doing, or what he was going to do next.
I felt my body jerk and drew in a startled gasp as the edge of what must have been a large and very sharp blade touched the side of my face.
"Eeeaasy now Bitch...." I heard him croon, "You don't want to make any sudden moves now do you?", he asked me in a conversational tone. I carefully shook my head no. Omigod....I thought....I got a horrifying vision of my family coming home to find my bound and butchered body. I had to live thru this somehow.
"Gooood girl", he said as he continued to lightly run the blade down my face, across my throat...then down to the neck of my t-shirt. I felt the shirt being pulled away from my body, and a slight pressure as he cut thru it....then pulled the blade down till it was cut open. My breasts and stomach were now exposed.....I nearly fainted with fear when I felt the blade lightly flick at first one nipple, then the other. I dared not move a muscle as I felt the blade continue its bizarre caress all around both breasts, then down my stomach. The blade went under the waistband of my panties and they were quickly cut away as well.
Now I was totally exposed.....every private part of me laid bare to this man who knew me as Heather.....hot little Heather.....Oh God, what had I done???
I could barely hear the running commentary he made about my body as he stripped each barrier to him from it over the sound of my own heart hammering in my ears....but I could hear things like...."oh yeah.... nice tits..." and "let's see what we have under here". All the while sounding like he was having a wonderful time.
"mmmm....what a beautiful p...HEYYYY what have we HERE?", he exclaimed, sounding surprised and delighted. "You're already wet!! I knew you'd love this you whore!!"
I'd been so scared I hadn't noticed, but with horror I realized it was true.....a steady wetness had begun inside me and was beginning to seep out. How could this BE??? I DIDN'T want this!!! But why was I so wet? And why was I tingling so down there? Was it a fear reaction? A self-defense mechanism of a body that knew it was about to be invaded? ..... or was he right? Was some deep strange part of me turned on by this danger? It always turned me on while spinning our role-plays online, but this was REAL!! I wasn't safely sitting at my computer, typing and reading dirty words and seeing how much I could turn someone on miles and miles away from me..... I was captured.... bound and helpless while my captor was amusing himself running a blade over my exposed flesh. I shuddered and cursed my slut body for responding to this danger in such a way.
I heard the distinct sound of a zipper and of clothes being removed, and felt myself panic again... I heard muffled whimpers and mewling sounds seeming to come from far away. In my extreme terror I was barely aware that they were coming from me. One thought kept reverberating in my head.... there would be no rescue and no escape. This man was going to do whatever he wanted to me and there was nothing I could do to stop him.
The bed creaked as he crawled over me and straddled my chest. I felt his incredibly hard and large cock between my heaving breasts. Then he roughly grabbed both breasts and squeezed them together around it and began to move back and forth. I could feel his pre-cum between my tits and on my chin as he drove hard between them. When he tired of that, I once again felt the blade against my throat...with more pressure than before.
"Ok doll", he said. "I'm gonna have to pull out your gag.....I need that pretty mouth of yours. And you're not going to make a sound are you?"
Knowing what was next, I could feel the tears starting again, but I shook my head no.
I felt the gag being pulled from my mouth.... then I felt the head of his cock at my lips. I knew what he wanted, but couldn't quite bring myself to open my mouth for him. I then gasped as I felt it slapping at my face....
"Come on Bitch!!"...I heard him growl..."open up...you're gonna suck this dick!!". When I felt the blade again my paralysis was broken and I opened up for him.
"Ohhh yeah...." he chuckled, as he slid it between my lips and over my tongue, "suck it slut.....mmmm.... gonna fuck that pretty face"
Desperately I tried to please him....wanting this to be over. As his hardness filled my mouth I began to suck....and run my tongue over, around and under it.
"Ooohhhh hell yeah...."....he began stroking in and out of my mouth. As his excitement grew he pushed it in faster....harder and deeper. I felt panic nipping at me again as I felt it pushing against my throat.....then to my horror he began pushing even harder till I was quite literally swallowing his throbbing cock! I could feel my throat muscles helplessly convulse around this invasion....gagging as they tried to either pull it down all the way or expel it. This was driving him into a frenzy....he shoved into my throat till my nose was in his pubic hair and his balls were resting against my chin. He stayed this way for what seemed an eternity....I nearly blacked out because I couldn't breathe.....then he began fucking my throat in earnest.....in and out....on and on it went.....he was fucking my mouth hard and fast.....groaning and obviously not caring if I suffocated. Suddenly I felt his prick begin to jerk and with a roar and a mighty thrust he began cumming....I felt his huge load shooting down my throat as he continued pumping. I choked and sputtered as he finally pulled out and I felt the remaining drops dotting my face and neck. I coughed and took in huge gulps of air.....hoping against hope that maybe he would leave now. But of course that wasn't to be.
"AAAwwwww ....SHIT!!!", I heard him exclaim. "what a hot mouth you got...."...then he laughed again..."Oh wow...I'm still hard!" I groaned then...knowing he was far from finished with me, but I could never have predicted what he did next.
He then moved down my body till his face was next to my spread open legs. "yeah, just like I thought....wetter than ever!". Suddenly both his hands were on my breasts, twisting my nipples painfully. I drew in my breath sharply at the sudden pain....then moaned as the pain seemed to turn into an electric jolt of pleasure...starting at my clit and shooting thru my legs. I then gasped and began to thrash as I felt his tongue flicking my clit,, then licking my opening....and finally his tongue was thrusting inside me. Unexpected waves of pleasure coursed all thru me. There was no denying that what he was doing felt good.....I flinched when I felt one of his fingers shove itself into my ass....he moved it around and around, then in and out while he kept licking and tongue fucking me.
What pain there was lost in the incredible pleasure. I felt my hips moving on their own...moving in time to his tongue and finger thrusts. Even when he added a second finger to stretch my anus even more I moaned louder, but continued to writhe under this added sensation. I still knew I was in danger, but this diabolical dude with the talented tongue was making my whole body feel as if it were on fire with raw lust.
Withdrawing from me, he rose and I could feel my ankles being untied. Placing them firmly on his shoulders I felt his prick at the entrance to my very hot, nearly aching pussy....with shame I knew I wanted it in there....as deep as it could go. He didn't disappoint. With a grunt he thrust up into me hard and fast...till I could feel the entire length.
Our moans mingled as he began fucking me....steadily pounding me harder with each stroke. My wrists were being pulled painfully against the rope as his thrusts became more and more frenzied. Somehow this made me even more excited.....my hips meeting his pounding thrusts.....the whimpers turning to cries of passion.
Without warning the waves of pleasure became so intense I felt as if every nerve in my body were exploding.....With a throaty growl, I stiffened and thrust my body up further while I spasmed in the throes of a powerful orgasm.
"OOhhhhh yeaaahhh baby.....cum all over my cock....that's it....awww ....DAMN!!"
I knew he hadn't cum again yet, and while I was panting for breath I heard him say with devilish glee,
"You slut....you loved it didn't you? ....Well let's see how you love THIS!!"
With that he withdrew from me, grabbed my legs and suddenly flipped me over. The way my hands were tied made this easy. I was suddenly on my stomach and the head of his cock was pushing against my quivering anus!
In a panic I remembered how he described doing this to me online....and forgetting the threat of his nearby knife, I began to shriek and plead with him....
"NO OH PLEASE NO!!! NOT THERE!!! OH PLLLEEEEAASE DON'T DO THAT TO ME!!! I CAN'T TAKE IT THERE!!!....." on and on I pleaded uselessly.
This seemed to amuse him greatly.
"Yeah, it might hurt you some alright", I heard him sigh with mock regret, "but.....oh MAN is it gonna feel good to ME!!"
All hope was lost when I felt the gag being pushed into my mouth again...even further than before....this time he added something that felt like my cut-up t-shirt ...it was being pulled tightly over my mouth and tied behind my head to keep the gag in place.
"I guess I can't expect you to be quiet while I'm fucking that tight little ass....so make all the noise you want bitch", he said generously as he finished tying the gag in place painfully tight.
I was thrashing and whimpering in complete terror as I felt his cock pushing relentlessly between my ass cheeks.....spreading and stretching the tiny hole painfully. I knew my panic was making it worse....making my ass tighter than normal. I had the dim hope that he wouldn't be able to get in if I was tensed enough....he was definitely having trouble....jabbing at and sliding past his target.....pushing harder with each attempt. Then with a determined shove, he broke thru the tight resistance of my sphincter muscles and with a long loud groan slowly but steadily sank the rest of the way into me.
Scream after agonized scream erupted from my straining throat....but I was gagged so completely nobody but him could hear me. My whole body was convulsing and writhing in such pain as I never thought possible. I was yanking at the rope that held my bound wrists to the bed with all my strength in an insane and desperate impulse to escape the intense pain.
Meanwhile my attacker had lowered his body onto mine....laying still inside my impaled ass until my useless struggles slowed down. The pain was still horrible....but when I finally surrendered to my total helplessness, my impossibly stretched muscles began to relax some as they became used to this monstrous invasion. It still hurt but if he would just stay still, maybe I could bear it. Of course that wasn't to be either.
"God....DAMN!!!" I heard him say in awe as he began to move inside me...."you're even tighter than I imagined you'd be!!.....OOohhhh ...ohhh fuckk yeeeaahh"
As he pushed and pulled in and out of my ass, I began to scream again....it hurrrt so bad!! My seemingly inaccessible hole was completely stretched and filled with this insatiable cock....I doubt a hot poker in there could have hurt any worse. I felt as if I were being torn apart.
My muffled (but still loud) screams seemed to delight him.
"Aw yeah Bitch.....scream for me baby!!! I love it!!"...as if to prove this he began to pump into me harder....as hard as he could push into my small and tortured anus....causing me to scream even harder.
The torture went on and on....was he never going to cum?? His hand reached under me at one point and began to stroke and tickle my clit....causing unexpected waves of pleasure to mix with the pain. Without quite realizing it, I'd begun to move with him....my screams of agony turning to moans of pleasure/pain. This spurred him to fuck me even harder and faster till the headboard was whacking the wall....
Suddenly it became too much....his groans...his frenzied pace....the noise of the headboard.....his fingers teasing my clit...the complete dirtiness of the act...maybe even the utter helplessness, I don't know....but suddenly the pain seemed to disappear altogether as I felt myself overcome with the hardest orgasm yet! I mindlessly pushed my ass back to meet each hard thrust....noises I'd never heard nor made before were escaping from the gag...screaming once again as my body bore down and stiffened as if a thousand volts of electricity were running thru me. With some degree of satisfaction I could hear him gasp then roar as my tight hole suddenly clamped down on his still rampaging cock....forcing his punishing thrusts to stop for a moment as it became painfully tight on him. Once again he stopped and laid still till my thrashing passed and I slumped helplessly flat on my stomach again....panting for breath.
Pulling his knees under him without removing his cock from my still-throbbing ass, he rose up and gripped my hips tightly....pulling me against him roughly, he picked up his frantic pace again....hurting me again....I could hear him mutter and curse....and incredibly this was causing yet another orgasm to build within me despite the pain...
"OOhhhhhhhhhh yyeeeaahhhh"....he was getting louder as he drove into me with everything he had...."gonna cum in that tight fucking ass! oooooOOOHHHHHH...FUUUUUCCCKK"
In and out.....harder....faster....deeper. His hands were now on the back of my head.....holding my face firmly against the mattress as he pumped out what had to be his final thrusts....His cock was swelling and jerking. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" he shouted as I felt hot spurts of his cum shooting inside me with surprising force. This drove me over the edge once again .....but this time my muffled cries were drowned out by his triumphant howls.
He collapsed on top of me as my body continued to spasm and my asshole clutched and milked his cock, which was finally beginning to go down some. He withdrew from me and laid there for what seemed like a very long time....I'm sure he was exhausted.
Later he stumbled to the bathroom. I could hear water running and he came back with a wet warm rag and began to clean me. Removing my gag he held a glass of water to my parched lips. I drank greedily then whispered,
"thank you...".
Sounding stunned and dazed from what happened, he mumbled, "yeah......ok.....sure...".
He fell on the bed beside me and pulled me to him....kissing me long and tenderly.....his hands roaming absently over my entire body....eventually, we both slept....for a while.
I woke up several times that long night with his hands urgently parting my legs.....I would moan as he entered me and cry out as he rode me to ecstasy. I lost count how many more times he took me that night. He couldn't seem to get enough.....and neither could I.
Although when this began it was a total nightmare, at that point it would be hard to call what was happening a rape....although he never removed the blindfold and would only untie me for short periods of time. We were both in the grip of an erotic mania that wouldn't sate itself no matter how many times or how hard we fucked. On and on we fucked each other....in every way imaginable...once I even rode him, hard and fast till we both exploded in delirium again....we only stopped when exhaustion overcame us....very little was said....words became unnecessary.
The final time I opened my eyes I could see daylight breaking.....I could SEE because he'd removed my blindfold while I slept and also untied me. I knew he was gone. Made his escape before I awoke. The whole thing felt so unreal. The terror, giving way to the most incredible passion I'd ever experienced....only my sore body letting me know it hadn't been a crazy dream......until I went into the kitchen.
Trying to feel normal, I started the coffee and sat in front of my computer as it was my normal, daily morning routine to check my mail. I went in under HeatherBWP....the damn minx that started this all, and incredibly I saw mail from HIM....DarkOne666...at least I think it was him...he never did admit who he was. But this was the first piece of mail I'd gotten from Dark One in weeks. With an unsteady finger, I clicked Read and this message appeared:
You were incredible!! I don't know what else to say... That makes 2 of us I thought.....then I saw there was more and scrolled down....
One day soon...I'll be back for you...again...
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TODAY'S FREE RAPE STORY |
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(Sherie get's a co-author credit on this one. All together now," Happy Birthday Sherie!" )
I want to explain what happened.
I want people to understand. Shit I want to understand it better myself. I've written stuff before to Morgans Site but this is different. This really happened. I met a woman, became friends with her. Slowly, over time--I, I fell in love with her. I think about, no I won't use her real name--let's just call her Sherie. My sweet succulent Georgia peach. Ripe and warm and sweet, dripping with juice, waiting to be licked and sucked and eaten. Pour some cream on top, and you have the picture.
This woman was made for sex, made for me. She had these smoky blue eyes and pouting lips that made me want strip her naked and just worship her. Sherie was 5ft 9 inches of long legged, thick ass, high breasted woman, and she needed my cock in her cunt. She just did not know it yet. I have often imagined myself hiding in her closet while she took a shower, and got ready for bed.
But today was different. Today was for real.
There is only so long that a man can dream, fantasize, wish he was with a woman before he MUST take action. I've been in her house before. I know where her room is. In some ways it was easy. I asked to use the bathroom after I cut the lawn. When she let me in, I cracked the window open. I came back when it as dark, I sneaked inside, and hid in her bedroom closet.
Here's how it happened:
She came out of her bathroom, naked, and glistening wet. Slowly she walked into her room and threw her towel on the back of a chair. My pretty Sherie was naked for me, completely exposed. She turned around and slipped a short silk nigh tie over her head, barely covering her plump, juicy ass, It was silky and blue and had lots of little buttons down the front, and needed to come back off of her.
John made his move. He walked up behind Sherie and wrapped his arms around her in a tight embrace, grabbing her and pressing her against his body. She was completely taken by surprise and couldn't react in time to twist away from him. Her body was forced up against him, she could feel his belt buckle digging into her back and something else.... She realized it was his hard cock! She gave a little scream, begging for help and started twisting, struggling, desperate to escape but she couldn't get out of his firm grasp, he was a big, powerful man.
John could not help smiling, Sherie lived way the fuck out in the boons, on a Georgia clay road. Nobody was going to come to help her, nobody was going to hear her scream. Besides, by the time he got through she would be begging him to stay.
" Shhh baby, calm down. I won't hurt you. Trust me. Re-lax" John said as he slid one hand up under her nigh tie, lifting it up and baring her naked body again. She stilled instantly, waiting to see what he was going to do, waiting to see if somehow, by some miracle he would give up and she was going to get away.
She wasn't.
He fingered one large breast and rubbed her nipple between his fingers. He bent down and kissed her neck, but she was so scared, she was stiff and unyielding to his caresses.
" Who are you???" she whispered " why are you doing this?"
" Don't play dumb Sherie, you know me. I've been cutting your grass all summer long. It's me John! Remember that time you made lemonade, and we talked; or when I cut my hand and you bandaged me up? I've wanted you for such a long time Sherie. I have looked for ways to get to know you, to show you how I felt about you, I just can't wait any longer"
Sherie recognized him now barely).
" You've watched me? You've wanted me?" she turned her head to look up at him, still very frightened.
" Sherie, I know you don't love me as much as I love you--yet. I want to be with you, I can't wait any more. You can take me as your lover willingly or not, but I'm going to have you tonight. I promise that I will not hurt you if I don't have to." he said as he rolled her little red nipples between his thumb and forefinger.
Damn, her body was making him so hot, so fucking hot. He had Sherie fever. He was itching, and burning.
" Don't do this" she pleaded. " I don't even know you"
" Sherie this can be good. don't worry about anything. I'd do anything to make you feel good baby."
Sherie was in a tough spot. John was a large bear of a man. 6ft 3, 240lbs powerful arms and legs with a slight gut. He was not ugly, in fact if she was honest with herself...no, what was she thinking! This was the enemy. She just wished the enemy would stop playing with her tits so damned well. He had large thick hands and they covered and cupped and completely supported her. His meaty cock was inches away from her vagina (and oh god her ass too!), she had to do something, now. Screaming for help was useless. He was way too big to fight. Sherie would have to cooperate, maybe John would keep his word and let her go.
" What do I have to do?" she said in a small, humble, sexy voice.
John gave her a tender, evil little grin..
" Thank you Sherie you won't regret this. I am going to be so good for you. I'll make it good for you. Now turn around and face me, unzip me."
Sherie' lips trembled, but she did as he instructed, she had no choice. She unbuckled his belt, and unzipped his pants. John let her finish and then took the neck of the silky little nigh tie and pulled it apart. Little blue buttons flew everywhere as he ripped it open. Sherie gave a little squeal and tried to cover herself with her arms. John laughed roughly.
" Sherie, I've seen everything you've got already, don't try to hide from me, show me your big tits honey, It's ok, baby. It's me."
" Nooo" she moaned, closing her eyes for a moment. When she opened them the nightmare was still happening, this stranger was standing in front of her, had taken off his shirt, his pants were hanging open, and his big hard on was sticking straight out at her. He forced her to expose her breasts to him. He stared at her and she felt a hot blush begin to spread, a moist heat slowly filled her.
He swung her around so he was next to the bed and sat down, kicking his pants off as he sat.
" Sherie, come here and let me kiss you, let me taste your mouth, and swallow your tongue. Give yourself to me completely. I want you as close to me as possible. grind these big tits into my chest, and hug me as tight as you can. Wrap those long legs around me. Do it Sherie, do it right now. "
Sherie did it slowly...but she did it.
It was awkward balancing herself on a strange man, trusting him to support her, to keep her from falling. She grabbed on to John as she put her knees on either side of him and could feel her pussy spreading open. Sherie could feel the heat of his penis rubbing, and pressing against her upper thighs, and along the cheeks of her butt.
She could smell him now. He was a delicious mixture of soap and sweat and spice. He smelled manly. He smelled good. She had gotten a good look at his thick cock, and worried that he might jam it into her when she was settling in on top of him. He wanted her very badly. Every inch of John screamed his desire. It was clear to her that he was ready to fuck the living shit out of her--but he did not. He wanted her to give herself to him, to submit to him.
Slowly she leaned into him and gave him a wet little kiss. somehow, she didn't know why, she was slowly being turned on by his obvious passion. John was making these moans, and rumbles deep in his throat as he began licking her full lips. He reached down and took a handful of her meaty ass in each hand and pulled her even closer as he deepened his kisses. How could any woman taste so sweet, feel so perfect, snug and warm in his arms? He coaxed her into opening her mouth a little wider and playfully sucked on her tasty, pink tongue. His hands were roaming all over her breasts. John rubbed, caressed, massaged her thick tits to new heights of pleasure.
Sherie felt somewhat overwhelmed at the assault of her body, her sense of who she was. This was not her. Certainly she was no prude, she had always enjoyed sex (a lot). She had even had fleeting fantasies about a stranger pressuring her to have sex. Not rape exactly, just hot, insistent, demanding sex. But this was no dream. A stranger's cock was brushing against her pussy. John's thick arms were around her and she was at his mercy. If he wanted to take her--then that was it, she was his. If he decided to spread her legs apart and fuck her hard and hot, and nasty; to utterly, completely rape every inch of her body, she would have no choice, no control. That should have been a terrifying thought, and on some level it was. But Sherie always tried to be honest with herself. She knew her body's arousal cues well. She was panting heavily, her stomach was clenching tightly, she was rubbing her self against John's lower stomach, sucking his tongue, enjoying the warmth of his hands on her tits--the signs were unmistakable, undeniable, she was sexually aroused. Somehow this man she barely knew, was earning the right to possess her, to penetrate her. She was still unsure but, if she was honest, John was turning her on. It had been a long time, her man had been overseas for many months, and in spite of herself, Sherie needed some cream.
But she didn't even know him! He was here to take her even against her will, how could she want him? Suddenly John snapped her out of her reverie.
" Sherie, lay down on the bed, I need to taste you, before we make love. Don't be shy, don't hold back. Expose yourself, give me everything. I want to see it all, your whole body is mine. Sherie' legs were trembling as she got off John's lap. A part of her resented leaving his warmth, even for the moment it took to get in bed. She was embarrassed to see the wet trail of her juices on the top of his thighs. She was shocked when John took a finger and scooped it off and licked it greedily, lovingly. He then looked her in the eye and put some of his precum on a finger and offered it to her.
" Suck it honey, get used to my taste" .
She held his gaze as she stretched her tongue out and shyly licked his finger. It caused John's gut to tighten in anticipation. He eased her back and she sat down in the middle of the bed, and tried to cover her full breasts and kept her legs tight together. She still felt uncomfortable about being naked in front of John, having him look at her naked body. His eyes shined with raw desire. He pulled her legs apart and leaned over her. His eyes held hers while he leaned down and ran his tongue over her bare belly.
she shivered, but she was helpless in his hands and she finally gave herself up to his right to take her and use her as he wished. and it felt damned good too! A steady trickle began to drip out of Sherie' pretty, pink pussy as John licked, kissed, and sucked his way from her feet, past her knees, to her succulent, fleshy inner thighs. The closer he got, the more nervous she felt. John was so slow, so fucking slow. She knew he could see her arousal, smell her desire. Oh god he was going to make her cum, hard.
" Oh my god, no oh!" She cried as she humped her cunt up to his face. John held her legs wide open as he sucked and slurped on her nether lips. His face stayed attached to her for several minutes, licking, resting, and then eating her to 2 more orgasms. John was worshipping her cunt, he cherished her and needed to see her satisfied, to smell that she was happy. This was no chore for him, it was not a necessary evil to be endured to get her to orally reciprocate. No this WAS what he wanted.
She responded by rubbing her sticky pussy all over, making his whole face shiny with her juices and moaning with pleasure.
He wanted more.
" Sherie, reach inside your cunt and rub your pussy juice all over my face. Up my nose, in my eyes, mouth, hair--I want your smell, your scent to cover me. Do it honey, do it now" , John demanded in his hypnotic, rumbling, rich, baritone.
There is something erotic about touching a man's face (especially if you are both naked), and are rubbing your cum into him. The fact that he wants you to mark him, to claim him as your own, your property, is almost primal, intoxicating. Sherie enjoyed smearing herself on John, but it made it difficult to deny his requests. She had never been with a man like him, He was clearly dominant, but he enjoyed submitting to her, he loved pleasuring her. Cover me in your pussy smell, (no problem). Bury your face in my cunt while I drench you.(oh goody). Sherie knew her overseas lover would never agree to anything like that. He was a competent partner, and sometimes made her cum--but foreplay like this was new to her. John loved playing with her, exploring her. He had a big grin on his face and was savouring every minute of their love making.
Then it happened.
" Ok, Sherie roll over I want to play with that juicy ass for a while, I can't wait to lick it, suck it and fuck it. Don't worry I'll lube it real good and be gentle. I promise you will love it."
John's thick dick was waving at her menacingly, like it could not wait to rape her tender ass apart. It was a mean looking, heavily veined cock with a large knob at the end. It was only 3/4 circumcised and had a funny bent to it like it had been broken and grown back a little crooked.
It was big enough to hurt her badly; and she knew it.
" Please John I really don't want to do this, don't fuck my ass" she said in a frightened voice.
John was a little upset too. He loved anal sex. Sherie's ass was perfect. Full and round and made for fucking. He wanted to bury his face in her butt, to tunnel his tongue deep inside her, to see her squirm from pleasure, and yes to hear the occasional scream, the involuntary guttural grunt escape her lips. In his experience only the hottest, wildest, most enthusiastic, pussy sex could compare to anal fucking. She wasn't ready for that, but it gave him an idea.
" If I can't have your ass, you must surrender your vagina. I am going to fuck it. I want you to GIVE it to me, to participate willingly, with total abandon. Any way I want you. Your mouth, your tits, your sweet, sweet pussy--any fucking time I want you. You will own my fat cock, you can suck it, fuck it, lick it, swallow it--it's yours. I love you Sherie, and I will make you happy if you let me. I am yours, and you are MINE. Do we have a deal? " Sherie could not believe what she was hearing, what she was feeling. Her body was buzzing, tingling all over. She was ready to be fucked--no that was not right, it was too passive. She was ready to ride him, to actively fuck the shit out of his cock, to make him scream her name, to suck him until he begged for mercy like a good little boy. She did not love John but for tonight she planned to make love to him. They'd sort the rest out in time. Speaking of time it was after midnight. Today was her birthday. Yeah John made a damned nice gift. It was time to unwrap him.
" I want you. Tonight I want all of you, she said with a mischievous grin, as she laid back on the bed, closed her eyes an spread her body into an " X" .
John let out a squeal of pure delight, of child-like pleasure as he crawled between her legs. Sherie started giggling as he rubbed her clitoris to a frenzy, and then inserted his beefy, man-cock deep inside her.
It was going to be a long night, and an even longer tomorrow.
She started humming," Happy Birthday to me" and laughing like a loon while John fucked her long and hot and hard and nasty and oh so fucking GOOD!
AUTHOR'S NOTE
I get a lot of Reader mail. Most of it is positive but...some have expressed concern about the extreme themes expressed in some (um, ok, well really all) of my stories. It seems bloody anal rapes, and intense incest leave an unsavoury taste's to speak) with some of you. I understand, I share your pain.
Enter Sherie. She's a real peach of a lady, somehow she talked me into a story with no rape, no incest, no anal, no blood--just the tender " G" rated romance you finished reading. She then rewrote my first draft and made it better. Course this means my final 2(3?) stories in 2,000 are likely to be some mother fucking evil, nasty all out rape fests. I'll try to do chapter 3 in Lesbian Rapist, and Rape Confessional#2, if I can. I will definitely conclude the Christmas Ass series.
As always none, absolutely, none of my stories are true. They are make believe, total BS. Yes, I know I said this one was different but, well in case you did not notice, in case you were unsure--I am a rape writing, lying mother fucker. You can't believe anything I say. Not one, fucking word. Ever.
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