Rape

Steve hung up and told Bethany what Sandra said about coming over and they thought that was a better idea than sitting in Steve’s basement with his parents upstairs. They said goodbye and told them they were going to Keith’s and he would be back later tonight. Steve’s parents liked Bethany and gave her a welcome to come by anytime and hugged her goodbye. They got in Steve’s car and headed over to Keith’s place only a couple of miles away.

“I wonder if they had as much fun as I think they did?” Bethany asked, leaning up beside Steve on his side.

Steve put his arm around her and said, “Well, if I know Keith, he made sure it was a great experience. He loves Sandra and he’d wanna make sure she was the best she’d ever had. And I guess that since it’s her first, it would be her best.” And they both laughed and then wondered if their first would be just as exciting.

“You know, I’ve known you just as long as I’ve known Keith, yet I’m just really getting to know you. That’s really weird, isn’t it?” Bethany stated.

“Yeah, I mean you and Sandra have been friends pretty well as long as Keith and I. I’m really glad we finally met.” He replied and they laughed again. (more…)

Sandra Ann Baxter was awake at 6:30, and smiling. Today was her 19th birthday and she was looking forward to what surprises her family and friends had planned for her. Getting out of bed and into her bathroom, she turned on her shower and slipped out of her nightie. Holding her hand under the water to check the temperature, she felt it was just right and stepped under the cascading water. She loved her morning shower. It made her feel so good and ready for the day. She lathered up her long brown hair and washed it until it was squeaky-clean. After rinsing it out, she conditioned her hair and put a cleanser on her face. She wanted to look as beautiful as she could today because she was going to give herself, at last, to her boyfriend Keith. They had been dating since she was fifteen and he was sixteen, and he had wanted to be her first lover since that day. She had held out until she was sure she had met the right guy and he respected her. Keith promised her he would always treat her right and never cheat on her.

Rinsing out her hair again and then her face, she started to carefully wash her lithe young body. Her skin felt silky smooth in her hands as she lathered it up and covered herself in luxurious perfumed soap she had got as a Christmas present from Keith. Her body felt mature and ready to her hands, she was hoping it felt the same way to Keith’s. Her fingers cupped her firm tits and she caressed the lather over them, feeling her pert, young nipples swelling under her touch. The sensations made her shiver and hoped she would be feeling that and more tonight. Her smooth taut stomach came next and then her tight ass was smoothed over and lavished with care. (more…)

While living in Africa with my wife Ania she had some experiences that she talks about to this day. She normally talks about them when we are fucking. Ania is a beautiful 26 year old and my name is Robert and I am a lucky 51 year old. Ania is not too tall with nice 34C tits with a lovely arse, which is just right for smacking when fucking her. The day started like any other with me going off to work and Ania staying at home, she couldn’t get a work permit. In the block of flat where we lived we had a swimming pool and bar-b-que area. As the day got hot Ania decided to go for a swim to cool of and to get some exercise. In the flat she changed into her swimming suit, grabbed a towel and went down to the pool. The place was deserted with the gardeners working behind the buildings.

Ania swam a few lengths got out and laid on the grass to dry off. The sun was too hot to be out in too long so after a few minutes she got up and went back indoors. The day was like any other, Ania sat down with a drink and started to read. What she had not realised was, as we are on the second floor we don’t always pull the curtains when we get changes as no one can look in but this day a gardener was trimming the tree. He obviously had a good view into the rooms and he was watching Ania get changed, and dry off after her shower.
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She had started dating Greg over six months before, he was nineteen, a year older than herself and had just graduated high school that May. He lived with his father in a really nice upper eastside apartment. His dad, Jason, was thirty-six and wore his age so well that when she had first been over to meet him she had kind of stared and ended up blushing beneath his flashing smiles. He was as cool as he was good looking, he wore his darkish hair longer than most men his age and it was usually tied back at his neck. He was an investment planner or something like that, but he could do a lot of his work from home and had plenty of free time to spare for dating and other things that occupied his time at night.

Her parents had not liked that she wanted to date a boy out of high school already, but when they found out she’d been to his apartment where only he and his father lived, they had pretty much flipped their lids. That’s when Jason had called them, talked to them about his views on her and Greg dating and taking it slow, and had even invited them over for dinner. Now, her parents not only liked Greg, they adored his father and never worried about when she went over to visit. (more…)

It had been a long day, starting at 6:30 a.m. Sending her husband and son off to school, then cleaning house all day, only to have to go to work that night.

Awww yes, work. Nothing seemed to go right that night. She usually enjoyed working outside at night. However, tonight was awful. It seemed like every time she went outside, it rained. No, rained was not the correct word. Poured!! That’s it, it poured. Of course, she left her raincoat at home too. By the time her night was over, she was wet clean through. Now she knows what a drowned cat feels like.

She wearily dragged herself into the house. She strips down to her underwear and drops her clothes in the laundry room. As she heads to her bedroom, she stops to check on her son. Kissing him lightly, and tucking him in she walks through the house to her bedroom. On the way through to the master bath, she glances at the bed. Her husband is sound asleep, curled on his side away from her.

As quietly as possible, she strips off her soggy underthings and steps into a hot shower. Trying to chase the chill off, she turns the water as hot as she can stand, just letting it stream down her body.

Sighing, she takes her silk like sponge and starts gently rubbing in her favorite body wash. Her nipples have been wet and cold most of the night and are now very sensitive. “Mmmmmmmm, this feels wonderful,” she thinks as she slowly runs the sponge down her body. “I’m so tired, but this is so relaxing.”

She softly runs the sponge between her legs. Lightly scraping against her clit as she massages the soap into her pussy lips. Feeling the excess hair, she gently and quickly shaves herself smooth. Though her husband never touches her there with anything other than his cock, he likes her shaved. Yawning, she rinses off and steps out of the shower to wrap herself in a big soft fluffy towel. (more…)

I was 18 years old and loved to stay with my best friend Todd, the main reason was to get a look at his mom Betty! Betty was 39 years old and very attractive. She was not over weight at all but plump in the right spots. I had always fantasized about her and had jacked off many a time with her image in my heard.

One night I was staying at Todd’s house and to my disappointment his mother was not there. He said she was out on a date with her new boyfriend. Hearing this made me extremely jealous. I did not like know that the women of my dreams was out with another man. I started thinking about what she was doing with this guy, were they fucking! I started getting hard thinking about it.

It was about 1am and me and Todd were in his room. Todd was fast asleep in his bed and I was lying on the floor in my sleeping back playing with my cock while I thought about Todd’s mom. I suddenly heard the door in the living room close and decided to take a peep out. Betty was being helped through the door by her new boyfriend, it was very obvious to see that Betty was extremely drunk. I could not believe my eyes, I did not even know she drank. (more…)

It is the summer of 1999 and Wes is setting in his small apartment watching porno, he is slowly jerking his thick 8inch cock. He stares intently at the screen as he watches 2 woman going at it, as his phone rings breaking his trance.

“Hello?” asked Wes as he turned loose of his cock and grasped the phone. He stands up to zip his pants as the voice on the other end of the phone starts talking to him.

“Hey baby, we need to talk about something.” Spoke the person on the other end of the phone. Wes sighed deeply realizing that it was his fiancée Carolyn on the phone, and she did not sound happy at all.

Carolyn and Wes had been together for more then 2 years and were engaged to be married in only a few months. She sat in the small office at the restaurant where she worked, spinning back and forth in the office chair twirling her auburn hair in her fingers as her and Wes talked.

“Sure what do you want to talk about? You want me to come up there and see you on your break like normal? Or what?”

“No Wes, I would rather do this and just get it over with…Wes we have to break up. I think I like someone else.” (more…)

Martin stared out of the window on a wild, windy October evening and waited for Celice to arrive. His heart was pounding, and he had to clench his fists and force himself to stand still and not pace.

He had been friends with Celice for two years. And in the course of that time, he had hidden a steadily growing desire to have her in a way that went far beyond friendship.

He was a man with a rare gift for insight, something that had helped him a good deal where Celice was concerned, because despite being a good listener and friend, Celice kept a careful distance from everyone, Martin included. Had it not been for his gift of reading people, he would know so little about Celice that it would have been difficult to even call her a close friend.

In the past six months, he had actually managed, by some miracle of luck, to get her a little bit drunk, and she had admitted that the few sexual encounters she had had were extremely disappointing and painful to discuss. She had offered no further insight, but as she had spoken Martin could almost see her slipping comfortably into a coat of supreme self control, which she probably wore even to bed at night and in the shower. She lived by her own rules, and Martin knew that she was not a woman to be owned forever by anyone. He had no desire to do that. But he had often seen, in those distant green eyes of hers, a small spark behind the mask, a spark that he longed to fan into flame. Though he would not own her, he knew that if he handled her just right, he could have her, even if only for one night. (more…)

Cindy was the kind of boss most men would love to put over their knee and give a good spanking to. She was an attractive woman in her mid-thirties. Tall with long sexy legs and a slender body. Her breast were smallish, but round and firm enough to catch the eye. She had medium length brown hair which was always styled back to give her the ‘professional woman’ look. She wore large, round frame glasses that gave her more of a schoolteacher look than a business executive. But her attitude and mannerisms were hard core business all the way.

Cindy had scratched and clawed her way up the ladder the hard way. She was now a corporate director, and a damn good one at that. She believed that in order to succeed in a man’s world that she had to be tougher than most men. And she did her best to accomplish that. Cindy was a hard person to work for. Many of the men and women who worked with or under her thought of her as a heartless bitch. And some of those sentiments were indeed earned. Of course there were the usual ‘rumors’ that followed a powerful woman around. It was often said that she was a lesbian, despite the fact that he had been married for 8 years and had a four year old daughter. (more…)

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 through 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’ve locked it….would that have really stopped him? To have planned 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. (more…)

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. (more…)

Jane opened the door and walked into a one-bedroom apartment putting her purse on the table, she collapsed into one of the kitchen chairs, letting the night drain away. The $22 in tips from last night’s work would her enough to pay the rent for the next month. She have been worrying because her worthless boyfriend did nothing but lay around and drink while she worked all the time. She knew that the landlord would kick her out if she did in have the rent for him, because he had told her that he needed the money. Jane realized that her boyfriend Steve wasn’t even there, she hoped he was looking for a job but she knew better.

She made her way to the bathroom, and took her Band-Aid container from the shelf. Her fingers trembled as he realized that the container was empty. Steve must have found her money, and if he had then he would be drinking all for rent money. Jane retraced her steps to the kitchen and slumped crying into a chair, what was she gonna do now how would she ever get the money now heart. After 15 minutes a crying she finally stopped crying and began to explore options of which there wasn’t many. The landlord was gay so trying to work something out for the rent was out the question, and her parents had been killed in an accident so she had no one to go to to borrow money from. She looked at the clock on all 7:00 a.m. that meant she had three hours before the landlord would be there, three hours to come up with over a $150. She had been giving her worthless boyfriend pussy and head for nothing so she figured maybe it was time for somebody to give her money for some. (more…)

It’d been too long. Way too long.

Jayde knew this was true when she caught herself seriously considering the far-too-young hot stud at her office. What the hell am I thinking? Jayde mentally smacked herself back to reality. Yes, he was hot–very hot–and young, and virile, and, well…young. Very young. It wasn’t that he was that many years younger then her–only eight years her junior–but he was a lifetime younger when it came to living.

She was 34 years old, divorced and a single mother of two. He was a 26-year-old stud. Her life was work and kids, making sure the furnace didn’t go out, and wondering if her ex-husband was going to pay his child support this month. His life was working and playing. A lot of playing. According to office rumor he’d romanced nearly every young cutie in the place. Her weekends were kids’ sporting events and scout outings. His were clubbing and more clubbing.

“And getting laid, no doubt,” she sighed to herself, “unlike me.”

It’d been three years since her husband walked out the door, leaving her with a young child and a baby due within a month. Three years since anyone had pleasured her…well, except for herself, with the help of her well-used silver bullet. Definitely not the same, and she was not a woman who enjoyed celibacy, by any means. Even after four years of marriage, she had needed sex several times a week, and probably would have been happily sated being well-fucked daily if her husband hadn’t been so…bland? (more…)

Joanne had to walk alone from work, because her boyfriend wanted to prove his point. What his point was, she did not know. It did not matter; she was walking at two thirty in the morning from her job at the local bar. She tried to walk fast in her black heeled boots, but did not want unwanted attention. The night was warm, yet she still wore her large black hoodie. The bar shirt was tight across her size 36-D breasts and the neckline was a deep plunge. Her denim skirt was short and pleaded like a Catholic school girl outfit. In fact, her hoodie was longer than her skirt.

Lost in thought for her safety, Joanne didn’t notice the footsteps right behind her. While she was walking at the opening of a dark alleyway, she felt the strong arm wrap around her waist and lift her off her feet. Whoever grabbed her pulled her into the alleyway in the blink of an eye. Fear caught in her throat as the thing carried her off into an open door to a warehouse. Joanne was afraid to scream or kick for she felt something metal against her ribs.

The man brought her to a small room with one light bulb hanging from ceiling. He threw Joanne onto a large pile of blankets and a mattress. She finally looked at the man who brought her to that place. There was a black bandana on his head under a black cowboy hat. He had a full beard of brown and black hair. His bright hazel eyes seem to glow in the dim light. (more…)

Darrel Zanook’s trip down to the Bahamas in his private Gulfstream V had been uneventful. The medium sized business jet of his never ran into problems with customs, as it was well known that he was an honorary member of the President’s private war on drugs in America. An entrepreneur now for the last ten years he’d made a killing in computer hardware, and having invested wisely found that he wouldn’t have to worry about money for the rest of his life. Of course having nothing to do would probably have killed him, and so he bought himself a hobby, and with it came a whole group of film studios, and other hobbies. Like the women he garnered to star in his, shall we say, slightly distasteful movie kingdom. Beautiful to be sure, like Trish there in the forward lounge area sleeping fitfully on the forward couch.

The former Patricia Holecroft of upper class Bostonian Society. A former debutant daughter of a wealthy local politician who’d married a local brain surgeon, Trish was Darrel’s latest trophy-married-white-slut turned porno queen. Not that she’d wanted to take up a career other than the one she had as wife, spouse, and future mother of a dying dynasty, but she’d been given no choice in the matter once Darrel had spied her sitting with her husband at an off Broadway play. He’d just made her an offer that she couldn’t hardly afford to refuse. By first kidnapping the natural honey blond from the suite they were staying in, and taking her to his studio where he, and seven other black men brought her to one screaming orgasm after another on film. Trish had willingly made 50 different porn films for Darrel since that day. Her latest fuck filled film also staring a rather mangy looking large Heinz 57 stray dog by the incredibly simple name, Rover. Making Trish the lowest of the low as far as her status in the world was concerned if anyone of importance to her ever found out. (more…)

My name is Paul. I am 18 years-old. This is a story of how I took my sister Amy. Amy is about five foot nine. She has long sandy blond hair and a body of a model. I loved her tits they were a perfect 36c. She’s a cheerleader at our high school. She is also 18 years-old. She’s popular, unlike me. I guess that I’m what you would call a dork. I have a couple of friends that are on the chess team with me. We are always trying to be cool. It was a hopeless task.

One weekend our parents went out of town. It was Friday and like always Amy went out with her friends, while I staid at home. I sat at home watching my dad’s porn videos. I got horny as hell. Lately I had been noticing my sister a little more. I guess what I’m trying to say is. I had begun to lust after her long muscular legs and her perky large tits. I would snick into her room and grab a pair of her panties; usually a thong and I would wack off till I was about to explode. I would rub my cock into her panties and soak them with my cum.

So there I was alone on a Friday night watching my dad’s porn videos. Damn my life is sad. I was so horny. I went into Amy’s room and began my usual activities. I searched her draw for a pair of her panties then I would start whacking off. I kept thinking about forcing her big tits into my mouth. Sucking on her nipples. I knew that I was going to cum soon. My balls were so tight. Then I heard a door slam shut. “Shit,” I said I quickly put her panties back and ran out of her room. After slipping my hard cock back into my pants. I walked down stairs. (more…)