My Rapist
This story is © 2003 by Andrew Wiggin and is
not to be reprinted without the expressed written consent of the author. It contains sexual situations that are to be
read by readers above the legal age of consent.
Chapter
2
I’ve occasionally read
pornography. I’m a healthy red-blooded American woman and I have internet
access. Sometimes I’ll wander on to the occasional porn site and read the
stories. (I much prefer the stories to the pictures.) I have a fantasy life, and sometimes I use
the stories to fuel that life.
One of the common threads in
pornographic writing seems to be the never-ending lust of the female
protagonists. ‘The ten guys that have
been giving me this gangbang are pretty tired.
I’ll just give them each a blow job and a quickie and we’ll call it
quits.’ These women are insatiable.
Well
I’m not insatiable. I’m thirty-seven
years old and in my sexual prime, but there’s a limit. My husband Dan’s sexual prime was quite a
while ago, so in my normal life I would admit that I don’t get laid
enough. We have a once a week session
that leaves me wanting more. But since
I’ve been on this vacation, my sexual life has gone too far in the other
direction.
In
the past, people have always thought of me as being serene. I look serene. I’m calm, collected, cool, confident. Nothing seems to bother me. I’m at peace with the world. That’s the way I believe I’ve appeared to my
family, friends, and business associates.
I’ve always had a workout
regimen. I usually run between two and five
miles a day just to relax. Then I go
through a moderately rigorous workout with weights. Once a week I run for mileage, usually at
least twenty miles. I may be 37 years
old, but I’m not dead.
I was a distance runner in high
school. My son, Jason, was born after my
freshman year in college (yes, I got knocked up), so I never had time to run
for the University track or cross country teams. But I could have been a college athlete, my
times were good enough.
And I never really got out of
shape. Here I am, close to twenty years
later and I still can knock off a respectable time in the mile, and then run
two more miles back to back in the same time.
I’ve got speed, I’ve got stamina.
And I weigh the same as I did when I graduated from high school.
Running relieves stress as it
burns fat. Three times a week I practice
yoga as well. Serene; that’s what I am.
People at work think nothing bothers me.
My husband and son think I am the calmest person they know.
But now I’ve been raped three
days in a row. Do I still appear so
serene? Can’t my son see the tension I’m
experiencing every time he prepares to leave the house? I’m a nervous wreck. Serenity appears to have gone out the window.
Not only that, I’m
satiable. There must be a word like that. I’ve heard insatiable often enough. Some women are insatiable. It only stands to reason that other women are
just plain satiable.
I’ve had multiple sessions of
animal sex for three days in a row. I’ve
had too many orgasms for a woman my age.
Satiable: my hormones are depleted; my juices are dry; my erectile tissue won’t erect. I’m all fucked out. I think I could sleep for a week. I need a vacation from this vacation.
For several days I’ve been torn
between being terrified that Tommy would rape me again, and being equally
frightened that he wouldn’t.
Today
was the worst. After my usual morning
jog, followed by a swimming-sunbathing session, I returned to the house to
relax and await my next encounter with Tommy.
I went to my room to lie down naked on my bed.
I guess I must have drifted
off, because I awoke feeling somehow restricted. There was a covering over my eyes, a mask or
maybe just a handkerchief, so I couldn’t see.
My arms were bound by something and held over my head. My ankles had bindings on them as well. I lay on the bed, totally naked and exposed,
my legs wide open for anyone to see or use.
While
I was sleeping my dreams had been sexual in nature. Why shouldn’t they be? Sex had been the dominant aspect of my life
for three days in a row now. I had
awoken with my sex damp and my breath short.
I was already aroused before I realized my situation. I was helpless, alone, and vulnerable. I knew Tommy must be here.
I forced myself to calm down
and wait. I could wait him out. He had to be at least as horny as I was. I felt a sudden movement on the bed. Someone had climbed onto the bed with me and
I knew that person was between my legs.
I said nothing, I made no movement.
I waited.
I felt a mouth. It kissed the arch on my left foot. A tongue licked between my toes. I felt one of my toes sucked into the
mouth. This was odd. But it wasn’t making me any less
aroused. On the contrary, there was
something so very erotic about having your feet assaulted by a totally unknown
mouth. (I knew it was Tommy, but I could
dream, couldn’t I?)
The mouth left my foot. I felt a tongue on my ankle, moving slowly up
to my knee. I felt hot breath on the
back of my knee. Both knees turned to
jelly. The tongue continued upward,
making a wet line up my thigh and toward my center.
My breathing was becoming more
erratic. I felt the breath on my
pussy. My pussy had been damp. Now it was wet. I felt a single drop of fluid slide from my
pussy and roll down my thigh. The tongue
must have seen it too, because it licked up the fluid, then dove into my
pussy. I gasped with ecstasy as the
tongue pushed deeply into my sex.
I was unused to being pleasured
orally. My husband, Dan, doesn’t seem to
be interested in that kind of sex, and before this week he was my only sexual
partner. I must admit that cunnilingus
was a prime mover in my sexual fantasy life and suddenly here I was naked and
exposed, helpless to stop the assault of an unknown tongue deep into my
innermost being.
I was crazed. My back arched on the bed, trying to force
the tongue deeper into my body. I wanted
to grab the head and pull it to me, but my hands were tied. Suddenly the tongue was gone. I groaned in frustration.
Annoyed I said, “Damn it,
Tommy! Don’t tease me anymore. If you have to fuck me, just fuck me and get
it over with.”
Then I heard his voice for the
first time and I panicked. I felt myself
shiver in fear and sexual arousal. He
wasn’t on the bed! His voice came from
the other side of the room!
“I promise not to tease you,
Mrs. Holden. But I’m not in charge
today.”
My God! There was a strange tongue on my bed, and it
just been deeply inside my pussy! For
the first time I struggled with my bindings, trying to free myself. But then the mouth clamped down on my breast.
I felt the tongue, gently, sensuously, slide across the nipple, bringing it
straining to its full erection. I tried to pull away even as my body felt a
mini-orgasm rush from my breast to my pussy.
The mouth suckled on my nipple
like a newborn, gently licking my breast, trying to feed off of my milk. My hips started to rotate of their own
volition. I couldn’t help it; I needed
something between my legs.
When the mouth left my nipple
again my frustration showed. I lifted my
breasts as far off of the bed as I could, trying to
find the mouth again. Suddenly it
clamped onto my other nipple and I screamed.
I had my second mini-orgasm,
and it was much stronger than the first and my pussy hadn’t been touched.
Usually after a climax I must
rest and rejuvenate. The mouth didn’t
give me a chance. As it suckled, I felt
a finger lightly glide across my pussy lips.
My back arched so quickly that the finger slid an inch into my pussy
before it had a chance to react. It
moved to my clitoris, softly circling the engorged little nub without actually
touching it. I screamed again, my third
orgasm of the morning even stronger than the second.
This was ridiculous. I had never had three orgasms during a single
love making session in my entire life.
Here I was with three already, and the person on my bed had done it with
just a little teasing. The sex hadn’t
really begun yet.
Was I becoming a slut? I told myself with what little conscious
reasoning I had left to go ahead and be a slut for today. I’ve fantasized about being a slut. I like to think of deliciously naughty things
when I’m rubbing myself off. For just
today, I could go ahead and be a slut and my conscience would be clear, I
hoped. Besides, I wasn’t in control
anyway. Slut or no slut, I was going to
take whatever the mouth wanted to give me whether I liked it or not. I decided I might as well like it.
There was movement on the
bed. I sensed weight over me, but not
touching me. I knew the mouth was just
above my face. I felt a tongue running
across my lips.
I opened my mouth slightly and
the tongue accepted my invitation, forcing its way softly inside my mouth. Other lips were barely touching mine and I
was consumed by a kiss softer than any I’d ever imagined.
The tongue was gently insistent
as it insinuated itself deeper into my mouth, sparring with my tongue, making
love to my mouth as if it were my pussy.
My fourth orgasm hit me like a lightning bolt. I found myself begging for it, just like
Tommy seems to like. But I meant
it.
“Please. Stick it in me. Please fuck me. I can’t stand this any more. Please take me now. Please!”
I felt it against my other
lips. It was the head of a cock. At last!
Oh God how I needed it. It felt
large. Omigod!
It felt huge. My soaking pussy lips
parted easily and the head slipped into my cunt and held steady. I tried to
force it deeper but as I moved toward it, it moved away. I just couldn’t take it any more.
“Stop teasing me! Please stick it all the way in. I need it now. Please!!”
I was a pathetic slut begging to be fucked.
I felt the magically soft mouth
again kiss me, the insistent tongue again enter my mouth. And then the cock slid deeply into my
cunt. I screamed again as another orgasm
overcame me.
I was rocking on this huge
thing now in my pussy as I tried to concentrate on the exquisite feelings
generated by the magic mouth. I felt
light on my eyes and realized that the mask covering them had been removed.
My eyes were closed as the
orgasm swept through me. I slowly opened
them to look into the eyes of my assailant.
The mouth was still caressing mine in the most loving and sensual kiss I
had ever known. Suddenly I came to my
senses and my eyes opened wide. My God,
it was a woman!
She lifted her mouth from mine
and smiled down on me. The shock on my
face must have been obvious. I glanced
down to see that she was riding me with a huge strap-on dildo. It was too much. The sudden erotic shock sent me over into the
most powerful orgasm of my life. I
strained against my restraints. I
screamed! I saw nothing but brightness
and electricity. Then I guess I passed
out.
When I woke up, I was still
tied to the bed, but I was alone. I felt
the cold clammy sheets beneath my bottom and realized I was lying in my own sex
juices. I tried repositioning myself,
but the restraints didn’t allow me to move far enough to move my bum from the
wet spot. It was a constant reminder of
what I had sunk to. I had become some
teenager’s semi-willing sex object, and I didn’t even know how.
I wasn’t sorry it happened, and
I didn’t feel guilty about having cheated on Daniel, at least not yet. I guess I was caught up in the energy of it
all. I hadn’t made any effort to be
unfaithful. That was the fun part.
When I think of what it takes
to have an extramarital affair, it just makes me tired. I have enough tension in my life (and
remember, I’m the calmest person I know). I don’t want to be worrying about the web of
lies I would have to weave to keep my husband from finding out about something
that if he did find out, would wreck my marriage.
It comes down to this: I would only willingly have an affair with
another man if I had decided that I no longer cared about my marriage. Since I love my husband and plan to spend a
lifetime with him, I have no intention of being unfaithful to him.
It would be exciting,
sometimes, to be admired by a man other than my husband. It would stroke my ego, I suppose, to know
that I still could raise a man’s passion.
But that’s small payback for ruining my life.
Still, as affairs go, this one
was kind of out of my control. I didn’t
knowingly court it. I was swept off my
feet. All right, I’ll admit that it
might be hard to buy the ‘I was caught in the passion of the moment’ argument
three days in a row.
There’s an old Mafia
saying: ‘One time is happenstance, twice
is coincidence, and three times is enemy action’. It’s possible that the ‘I was raped’ story
might not hold water over an extended period of time.
Nevertheless, I had had my
little fling. So far no one has been
hurt. Now I have to calm Tommy down and
make sure he keeps quiet. He is, after
all, my son’s roommate. Teenage boys
talk. They drink, they brag, they
gossip.
I was a teenage girl once, and
had to deal upon occasion with the careless words spread by some bragging
little loudmouth. But this was too
much. I suddenly realized that Tommy had
me by the short hairs.
This was no good. What kind of a vacation is it when you’ve
violated the trust of the one person you care most about in the whole wide
world, then have to worry about the adultery (let’s call a spade a spade) being
talked about by some stuck up little rich kid who thinks women like to be
raped?
I just didn’t need this
aggravation. Darn it, I only wanted to
come to the beach, read a few books, catch some rays, and relax. This had been anything but relaxing.
And now I felt the pangs of
paranoia gripping me. I could only hope
that beneath that arrogant rapist exterior there beats a sympathetic heart
willing to forget the whole thing. I
wasn’t holding my breath.
I just wanted to get off of the
wet spot on the bed and take a hot shower.
Whoever that girl was who had fucked me earlier in the day had left the
restraints on me, so I was stuck until Tommy returned.
Thank God Jason was still in
Duck with that new girlfriend. I really
didn’t need him walking in on his mother tied naked and spread-eagled to a bed
that reeks of sex.
I honestly would have been
mortified if it happened. But as I
thought about it, I started to get wet again.
I knew I had a great new fantasy to incorporate into my masturbatory
endeavors once I got back home.
Wait a minute! I’m not into incest. But if a fantasy just falls in your lap, you
would be crazy not to use it. How would
a teenage boy react walking into the bedroom of a woman nude, tied, spread,
open? How would he react to seeing a
well-fucked and available cunt? What if
that cunt happened to be attached to his mother? Wow, this was getting good, and my hands were
tied.
I couldn’t reach my pussy! I started to squirm a little, trying to bring
a little pressure to bear on those parts of my bottom that react favorably to
pressure. My eyes closed,
imagining. Perhaps I wasn’t as sated as
I had originally thought.
I was contemplating the mess I
had made of things when I heard someone walking through my living room.
“Thank God, Tommy is back!” I thought. Where a few minutes ago I had wanted to take
a shower and go to sleep, now my only thought was “A dick! He has a dick!” I needed a dick.
“Tommy come
here, I need you” I called to the person in my living room.
Now the odd thing is that under
normal circumstances Tommy treats me exactly as if I was his roommate’s mother,
respectful, friendly but uninterested.
Only in the bedroom does he become this domineering taker who wants to
abuse me and bend me to his will. I
think he may have used the word “slut” in reference to me more than once in the
last couple of days. But I had hoped it
was only to my face.
“Come in here Tommy” I yelled
again. I heard footsteps approach my
bedroom.
And then a man I had never seen before walked
in to my bedroom. My first reaction was
fright.
This was a tall young black man
who so confidently walked in to my bedroom and said “Pardon me, ma’am, but I’m
looking for a slut. Do you know where I
can find one?”
“Who the hell are you?” I
screamed at the tall young man. He was
little more than a boy. He couldn’t have
been more than 20.
“Now, ma’am, don’t you go swearin’ and yellin’ and shit
around me. I might think you’re not a
lady. If you’re not a lady, then maybe
you’re that slut I was looking for.”
There was something about him
that wasn’t right. He said the right
words, the kind of words that Tommy would convince him to use, knowing that it
adds to my fantasy to be humiliated a little bit. But something was wrong.
He leered at me and began
unbuttoning his shirt. As he undressed I
saw a smooth-skinned young black man with sinuous muscles, slim hands, and
slender legs emerge. His chest was
hairless. I could barely see any hair on
his body at all.
Suddenly he was clad only in
his shorts, which were some electric orange colored briefs. He faced me with a small smile and slid his
briefs to the floor. An engorged and
uncircumcised cock sprang up. It wasn’t
as large as Tommy’s, perhaps the size of my husband’s: respectable was what it
was.
I am here to protest that I am not
turning into some kind of slut as depicted in stories I have read in
cyberspace. I am not some cock-hungry
cum-sucking horny bitch. I’ve seen the
stories and know the terms. It was
merely that after three consecutive days of sexual arousal, I had learned that
this vacation was for relaxing standards if only for a little while.
It might seem strange to reveal
that I had never fantasized about having sex with a black man. I know that some websites have whole sections
devoted to interracial sexual liaisons.
I’ve suppose that it has to do
with fear and the forbidden fruit aspects of it. But I was raised in a racially diverse
neighborhood, even dated a black kid in high school a couple of times (he
didn’t make it past second base!)
I just have never fantasized about being
ravaged by some faceless black stud trying to establish dominance over the fair
skinned rich bitch. All my fantasies
were more personal in nature.
My ravagers always had a face I
was familiar with and sometimes thought about in a sexual way. None were black though one was this really
sexy Asian-American guy who works for me.
So I guess one could say that I have had interracial fantasies, but only
because this guy happened to be of Asian descent. I was thinking of him because he was sexy,
period.
So now I had this very lovely
young boy with a very attractive dick walking in my direction. I was at the point that if he decided to rape
me, I wasn’t going to struggle much. I
decided to play along with the fantasy and act scared. Maybe I’m crazy, but I just wasn’t scared of
this kid.
“What are you going to do to
me?” I asked with a waiver in my voice.
I sure as hell knew what I hoped he was going to do to me.
He said “Honey, as soon as I
get this rubber on, I’m going to make your dreams come true. You know that once you go black…”
“At least you have the common
decency to wear some protection” I said to him.
“Baby, they may get me for
rape, but they sure as hell won’t get me for child support.” Then he laughed; an infectious little laugh
that almost made me giggle myself.
I could tell he was having
fun. I didn’t want to spoil it but I
decided perhaps I should have my own fun for a change. After all, it was my vacation.
I suddenly changed my
demeanor. I stopped being the scared
little housewife about to be raped by the big black stud. I knew what this kid needed was a domineering
mommy and I was just the person to give it to him.
“Okay little man. I’ve had enough of this. Here are the rules: First you are going to untie me. I’m tired of these restraints. Then you’ll come over here and lay down. I’ll decide what comes next when I’m ready.”
He had a confused look on his
face. “Say what? You don’t understand, bitch, I’m in charge
here.”
I screamed at him. “Get these restraints off right now, or when
I’m free I’m going to track you down and cut your pansy-assed cocksucking balls off!”
I could see him deflate. At least his ego deflated. Fortunately if anything his dick got
harder. There was a look of guilt in his
eyes and he looked down, unable to look in my eyes.
“How did you know?” he asked.
“How did I know what?” I knew what he meant but wanted to hear him
say it.
“How did you know that I was
gay?”
“What’s your name? Mine is Mrs. Holden.”
“I’m Jared Johnson, Ma’am”, he
said formally. Under the circumstances I
was amused by the formality. After all I
was spread naked in front of him and he was in the process of working a condom
over his enraged dick.
“Jared, honey, I suspected it
as soon as you opened your mouth. Don’t
tell me that Tommy doesn’t know!”
“No, Mrs. Holden. Tommy thinks I’m doing this because I’ve
always wanted to make it with an older white woman. No offense, ma’am.”
“Well, Jared, I certainly
qualify as an older white woman, so no offense is taken. My question is why? Why in the world would you agree to this
little fantasy thing Tommy has going?”
He didn’t say anything, merely
looking uncomfortable. I had to
grin. It was all too clear now.
“You have the hots for Tommy,
don’t you? You took one look at that
fabulous little ass of his and couldn’t resist.
That’s it, isn’t it?”
He hemmed and hawed a bit, but
it was obvious I had hit the nail on the head.
“I know I’m a fool, ma’am. I go to mostly gay bars. But I met Tommy a while back at a straight
bar and just can’t get him out of my mind.
I saw him again yesterday and was having a nice conversation with
him. I thought we were getting very
friendly, if you know what I mean. He is
so sexy. We were sitting next to each
other at the bar, and it was all I could do to keep from putting my hand on his
knee.”
“Has Tommy ever acted like he
wanted to get it on with you?” Jared had
finally gotten the rubber on and was now untying my restraints. I was fascinated by this little political
drama and had almost forgotten why he was here.
“No ma’am! He doesn’t know I’m gay, so how could I
broach the subject? He brought up this
thing he had going with you and thought I might want to be a part of it.”
“Did he mention me by name?” I
asked. Now I was worried that he was
spreading stories about me.
“No,
ma’am. He just
said he knew some horny white woman that might want to play games. No offense,
ma’am, but I wasn’t really interested in you.
Mostly I was interested in being close to Tommy.”
“That’s okay, Jared. I don’t mind that you really aren’t
interested in having sex with me. On the
other hand, it would be a shame to waste a perfectly good rubber. Come here!”
I stood up and reached for
him. He raised his hand to mine and
strolled toward me. I turned and knelt
on the bed gazing back at him over my shoulder in as sexy a manner as I could,
considering I was a 37 year old woman trying to arouse a 20 year old gay black
man.
He had the courtesy of looking me over and
saying “Mrs. Holden, your ass is almost as nice as Tommy’s.”
I said, “Come here young
man. Now lay on the bed with that lovely
dick of yours sticking up. Yes, just
like that.”
I moved legs over his stomach, with my head
facing away from him. I had a theory
that he enjoyed looking at asses. I
thought I better give him a good view of mine.
I hefted myself above him, then reached under and for the first time
touched him. It was his dick I was
touching.
I centered my pussy over his
lovely manhood and started rubbing it along my slit. I really didn’t need to prepare myself. I had been wet down there for three
days. Still I was luxuriating in the feel
of his uncircumcised dick sliding against my pussy lips. I looked over my shoulder again. Jared was looking a little uncomfortable with
all this.
I gave him a sexy grin and said
to him “
At that I impaled myself on his
dick and started giving him the ride of my life. God I needed a dick, any dick. Even a gay dick would do. A gay dick was doing. I let out a guttural groan.
“Yeah, Jared, give it to
me. Fuck me good Jared. If you’re a good boy and give me what I want,
maybe I can give you what you want.”
He was feeling me. I could tell this wasn’t quite the unpleasant
experience that he was expecting. I
could see him grimace a bit each time I bottomed out on his pubic region. I would raise, impale, grind. Raise, impale, grind. Raise, impale, grind. I had a rhythm going and could feel myself
succumbing to that marvelous feeling of being full of dick. I really like being full of dick.
Jared began to grunt each time
I ground my pussy against his phallus.
But he still had the presence of mind to respond to my last statement.
“What do you mean, you can give
me what I want?” he asked with puzzled but painful expression on his face.
“You want Tommy. Maybe I can give you Tommy. I think we can both get some benefits by
teaching Tommy a little bit about life.”
Jared began humping in earnest
now. I have a very nice ass. I’ve been told by plenty of men over the
years that my ass is first rate. But it
is a womanly ass. No one would mistake
it for Tommy’s, for example. But Jared
was concentrating on my ass as he thrust that lovely dick harder and harder
into my welcoming womanly glove. I
started to squeeze him internally as I felt my self letting go. Somehow amidst
it all I had a flash of an idea. Again I
turned my head and looked into Jared’s eyes.
“Jared, are you a virgin?”
“I’ve never had a woman before,
if that’s what you are asking, ma’am.”
All right! I was taking the virginity of a twenty year
old gay black man. God the fuel that
will add to my fantasy life!! I
increased the speed of my movements. It
almost became a rape, but it was me doing the raping.
My pussy began to spasm. I arched my back, forcing our pubic bones
together, grinding, grinding together. My eyes were closed. A high pitched screech permeated the
room. Damn! I don’t make a sound like
that. It was Jared. I had done it!
I had brought off a gay man
with just the force of my pussy. It was
all I could take. I screamed myself,
shuddering in a climax of mammoth proportions.
Then I collapsed forward, my face falling onto his knees, hugging his
legs, trying to catch my breath. Again I
turned my head to look at Jared. This
time he was looking at me with a slight smile on his lips.
“Shit, Mrs. Holden. Tommy was right when he said you were amazing
in bed.”
I climbed off of the bed. His rubber-clad dick was on display,
obviously bathed in his own semen. Yes,
it was proof positive. I had made a gay
man cum. It’s a very odd and yet
satisfying accomplishment for a woman of my age. I was just inordinately proud of myself.
“Well, Jared, I want you to
know that I wasn’t kidding about helping you get Tommy. Our Tommy boy has gotten a little out of hand
with all this, and it’s time he was taught a lesson. No offense, Jared, but he shouldn’t be
bringing home strange men to have sex with me.
He shouldn’t be talking about this at bars. He is acting out his fantasies without regard
to my safety. I know you’re a nice boy
and wouldn’t want to hurt me. But I
think Tommy has the wrong idea about how to please a woman. My fault, I know. I have my fantasies and they dovetailed
nicely with his tendency towards disrespect for women. Tommy has to be taught something about
consequences.”
I had had wildly ambivalent
emotions the past three days, running from elation to guilt to fright to anger
to passion to humiliation. I was
paranoid about the future, worried for my marriage, for my husband, for my
son. Was any of this worth three days of
very strange but wild sex?
Have I mentioned that I’m a
very serene person? I contemplate and
cogitate over things. From my bastion of
serenity I can see my way down paths that would be closed to me if I allowed
the passion of the moment to cloud my vision.
And boy did I have a vision. It
came to me in a flash, between the passion and the shock.
I like gay men. In my job I deal with a lot of gay men and
lesbians. Actually I’m on the Gay and
Anyway, I like gay men. I like to party with them. There is always one of them passing a
joint. There is humor in everything at a
gay party. I spend the evening laughing
whenever I am with a group of gay men.
They know how to enjoy life.
Strangely, I’m not as comfortable with lesbians. Maybe it’s me. I would prefer to be with straight men rather
than lesbians in a non-sexual social situation.
But I’d rather be with gay men than straight men in similar
situations. Do other people think such
things or is it just me?
I liked Jared instantly. Of course, he had agreed to act a part in a
rape fantasy, so maybe I should have been a little less welcoming. But he thought he was doing me a favor, so
how can I complain about that? He was doing me a favor. Now I saw how I could do him one.
Tommy came home several hours
later, dead drunk. He stumbled through
the kitchen, looked at me with a silly grin, and stumbled on into his
bedroom. He flopped onto his bed and I
saw that Tommy boy was going to be out for a while. I went into his bedroom and started to work
his clothes off of him. He offered no
resistance, but no assistance either so it was a difficult task, especially to
get his underwear off of his drunken ass. Then I jostled him and rousted him
enough that he came slightly out of his drunken stupor.
“Tommy! Tommy! Get up! You’re in the wrong bed. Come on, Tommy. Help me now.”
I was grabbing around his chest and trying to force him to stand.
“Wha… What? Bed? What bed?” Tommy was mumbling but at least he
moved. I dragged him, carried him, led him to my bedroom and to my own bed.
“Here, Tommy.
Tommy fell head first onto my
bed, stark naked and drunk as a skunk.
Oh boy was he gonna have fun!
I picked up my cell phone and
called Jared.
I heard him pick up. “Hello, Mrs. Holden” He obviously has caller
ID.
“Hello, Jared. Tommy is home. He should be down for the count.
I heard Jared laugh an excited
little yelp of a laugh. He was a
delightful boy. Tommy is a delightful
boy too, but I’m afraid this rape fantasy may have warped his point of view
about women. He’s in danger of becoming
a real asshole. I keep telling myself
that what I have planned is for Tommy’s own good.
I’m a fan of “A Clockwork
Orange”. Now I have a chance to apply my
very own aversion therapy. When I’m done
with Tommy, I’m hoping that he will hate the very concept of rape. Besides, in every day life, Tommy has to
learn that paybacks are a bitch.
Tommy woke up slowly. There were bright lights around him. He was in the center of my queen sized
bed. He was naked as a jaybird, arranged
with his knees tucked under him against his chest, face down on the bed. His hands and his feet were bound by the very
same restraints Tommy had installed for my use.
Tommy’s turn to learn to deal with restraint.
He moaned. He slowly opened his eyes. He blinked once or twice. Then he felt the wrist restraints. I was sitting on the side of the bed in a
light silk robe.
“What the fuck is this? Get me the fuck out of here!” Tommy was agitated already and he didn’t know
the half of it.
“Oh,
Tommy!” I said.
“You’re awake. Good. We didn’t want to start this without you.”
“Start what? What’s going on
here? Mrs. Holden let me up!”
“Tommy,
sweetheart. Relax and
enjoy. Maybe you’ll find yourself liking
this.”
With that I stood and dropped my robe to the
floor. I was gloriously naked. I scrambled onto the bed and started rubbing
my body all over Tommy’s. My tits were
on his back making sensuous circles. My
hands reached around his waist to capture his flaccid penis.
I gently began by massaging
Tommy’s balls with one hand while softly, delicately stroking his cock with the
other. Tommy was good at reading my fantasies, getting into my little sex
dreams. Could he relax and go with a
fantasy designed just for him?
I started kissing his neck,
tonguing behind his ear, nibbling his lobes, stroking, fondling his cock. I heard a small moan. I felt a definite upsurge in his groin and
that ugly soft little snake started to grow into a rock solid angry piece of
man meat. I kept up my assault on this
defenseless boy. His hips started to
move of their own volition, fucking my hand.
His eyes were closed, his breathing quickened. I heard him groan “Oh, Christ!”
He was getting there. Maybe a little too fast. I removed my hand from his balls and slowed
the friction on his dick a little bit.
With my free hand I reached to the side of the bed and retrieved the KY
Jelly, placing a gob on my middle finger.
Then I gently started stroking that sensitive little spot between the
balls and the anus. Daniel seems to love
to be stroked there. So did Tommy.
He had been moving his hips
back and forth, but now he was also swiveling his hips a little as well. My finger easily slid up from his balls,
right across his ass-crack. My jelly-coated
middle finger came in contact with Tommy’s little hole. Tommy’s hips jerked in surprise. But interestingly while his hips flew in the
air, instantly they came right back to my finger. Was Tommy applying more swiveling motion
now? Was he trying to work the finger in? Maybe. I was willing to let him have it.
I started applying pressure to
Tommy’s asshole. The jelly-lubricated
digit gained an entrance and went to the first knuckle. Tommy let out a small scream. Was he in pain? Maybe. Did he like it? God, his cock got harder. It got bigger. Tommy was rolling his ass around my
finger.
I plunged it on in and began to
fuck him with it. The more I fucked him,
the more I worked the finger around, enlarging the width of his hole. I let a second finger slip in with it. Tommy was in ecstasy. He was bucking against my fingers, forcing
his prick against my fisting hand. I
could tell he was ready for a life changing orgasm. Time to introduce him to
reality.
I removed my hand from Tommy’s
cock, but kept working my fingers in his ass.
Without the stimulus on his dick, Tommy dropped back from the very edge
of his climax and regained a little control.
Still he rocked against my fingers, groaning and panting, never opening
his eyes.
That was good (the part about
not opening his eyes). If he had opened
his eyes, he would have seen a very naked and very aroused Jared Johnson
eagerly moving across the room, then knee crawling directly behind Tommy’s
lovely little ass. That cock looked a
lot bigger than it did this afternoon.
“Tommy”, I said. “Tommy!
Tommy looked up with a puzzled
and pained expression. “What do you
want? Why did you stop? Please!
Grab my cock. Finish me off, Mrs. Holden. Come on!
I can’t wait any longer! Please!
Do it!”
Okay. I understand why Tommy liked to hear me
beg. It is a bit of a power trip. He
was so desperate that my motherly instincts almost took over. I found myself wanting to relieve his pain by
sucking him off until his balls turned blue.
I really wanted to give him a blow job.
Selfish of me, I know when we’re trying to help this kid out of a
potentially disastrous world view. I
calmed down a bit. Be serene.
“Tommy, you’ve been a bad
boy. You’ve got some idea in that head
of yours that women like to be raped.
That’s not true, Tommy. Women
don’t like to be raped. Some women might
have safe little non-violent loss of control fantasies, but no woman wants to
be raped. “
“I know, Mrs. Holden. I would never rape anyone.” Tommy seemed so sincere with my finger up his
ass.
“I hope not, Tommy. I hope not.
But just to be sure, we’re going to teach you what being raped feels
like.”
I allowed by finger to slip
from Tommy’s ass, then nodded to Jared. He started rubbing his cockhead
between Tommy’s ass cheeks. Tommy still
didn’t know Jared was there. He was in
such a state that he hadn’t felt the movement on the bed. I suppose he thought my fingers had returned
to his ass, because he started rotating his ass against Jared’s dick. Jared didn’t need any more encouragement than
that. With the tip of his cock pressed
firmly against Tommy’s asshole, Jared slipped forward and immediately gained a
foothold in Tommy’s ass.
Tommy’s eyes flew open as he
was inundated with a mixture of pleasure and pain. Jared pressed his advantage. Grabbing Tommy around the waste, Jared worked
his dick deeper and deeper into Tommy’s ass.
Tommy screamed. Then he looked
around and screamed again.
“What the fuck! Get the fuck off of me you fucking fag! GET THE FUCK OFF OF ME!!”
I noticed Tommy’s dick hadn’t
lost any of its hardness. Rather it seemed to be even harder. Jared reached around Tommy’s waist and
started fondling Tommy’s dick, just as I had done a few minutes earlier.
Jared was sliding out, then driving himself deeper with every penetration. Tommy was screaming, but I saw that he ass
seemed to have a mind of its own. It was
responding in kind to Jared’s assault.
Every time Jared rammed his dick into Tommy’s ass, Tommy seemed to be
slamming his ass back onto Jared’s dick.
I’ll admit,
this wasn’t exactly what I had planned.
What was this? Was my fantasy
rape for Tommy one that he already had?
He was certainly getting into that fucking, regardless of what he was
saying. He was crying now, his breath
coming in great gasps.
“Stop! Please stop.
Don’t fuck me in my ass! I’m not
a fag! Stop it!”
But Jared’s fucking and
fondling was getting to the allegedly heterosexual little boy. It was obvious that Tommy was on the verge of
that life changing orgasm again. He was
crying out, moaning, screaming.
“Stop. Oh, fuck.
FUCK! OH FUCK!! FUCK!!”
I hurried to my desk and pulled
out my digital camera. In the passion of
the moment I had almost forgotten about it.
From my position on the side of the bed I could get a perfect picture of
Jared’s dick sliding into Tommy’s ass.
Just one thing, though.
“Tommy look here”, I said.
Tommy turned his head toward
me. His face was contorted in pain and/or passion. I said “Say Cheese”, and snapped a
beautifully incriminating photo of an obvious gay fuck with little Tommy boy as
the fuckee.
I kept taking pictures, and
none too soon, as Jared was reaching escape velocity. He was plowing his dick into Tommy’s ass,
plunging deeply, rotating and plunging again.
The fuck became brutal. Tommy was
still screaming, but he was slamming his ass onto Jared’s dick for all he was
worth. Jared’s hand on Tommy’s cock was
working the head, then working the shaft, harder,
faster. I realized I was getting hot.
Jared screamed his passion as
his penis ejaculated into his rubber.
Tommy shuddered against Jared’s dick with his back arched. I don’t remember ever watching a man orgasm
before as an uninvolved third party.
To look at his face you would
think that Tommy was in agony. But his
dick spewed string after string of sperm several feet onto the bed. If Tommy put his head onto the bed, his face
would be covered with his own cum.
Whoops. Tommy’s face dropped to the bed in
exhaustion. His mouth fell onto a puddle
of his own sperm.
Jared had climaxed, but he
remained inside Tommy. His hands were
moving over Tommy’s skin. He was feeling
his chest, smoothly rubbing his side, grabbing a feel of his ass, making it
rotate over his semi-erect dick. He
began to murmur endearments into Tommy’s ear.
“You are the most beautiful
thing I’ve ever seen. Your skin is like
satin. Your cock is amazing. I love it.
I’ve wanted you from the moment I saw you, Tommy. I’m sorry we did it this way. I never want to hurt you. I want to take you in my arms and love you
forever. I’ve never wanted to be with
anyone like I’ve wanted to be with you, Tommy.
You’re the most sexy, beautiful man I’ve ever known”
It was the most romantic thing
I’ve ever heard anyone say while having his dick up another man’s ass.
Jared was still rubbing Tommy
all over. He again fondled Tommy’s
dick. I thought Tommy was down for the
count but I was wrong. He must really
like a dick up his ass, because it only took a little manual manipulation and
Tommy again looked like he was ready for action.
Jared appeared to be ready for
another round, too. He began that
rocking motion that indicated the movement of dick within ass.
Since most of my story revolves
around this time when my fantasy life became reality, I should point out that
on many occasions I have rubbed myself off while dreaming of being in bed with
two men at one time. Now that particular
fantasy had become reality. But never in
my wildest imaginings did I ever expect it to be like this.
I reached in the night stand
and pulled out the strap-on dildo that our mysterious little visitor had
forgotten to take with her when she left this afternoon. Just putting it on gave me a feeling of
enormous phallic power.
I crawled onto the bed beside
Jared. I whispered for him to pull out,
but to keep holding Tommy’s penis. I
gave Jared a wet washcloth. He removed
the rubber and cleaned his dick. (I’m trying to teach Tommy a lesson, not give
him AIDS.)
Tommy moaned when he felt the
dick leaving his ass. His ass cheeks seemed
to be searching for that dick again.
Well I was glad to give it to him.
I pressed the lubricated head of my phony dick against Tommy’s ass. He was already wide open so I jammed it right
in there. I guess I forgot that the
dildo was half again as big as Jared.
Tommy screamed.
Jared slid underneath the
kneeling Tommy and fed on Tommy’s penis, taking that huge thing into his
mouth. He was lying on his back
underneath Tommy and they were in the classic 69 position (except Tommy hadn’t
sucked Jared’s dick).
I started fucking Tommy for all
I was worth. Talk about turning the
tables! I was crazed with a combination
of anger, power, and lust. I was reaming
that tight little ass of his with a 9” dildo.
Tommy must have started liking it, because he suddenly engulfed Jared’s
lovely cock in his mouth and began licking and sucking Jared’s erection. I pulled out for a second, got my camera, put
it on the dresser facing the bed and set it on time delay. I jumped back on the bed and reinserted my
trusty dildo into Tommy’s ass. I covered
my face with my hands. A few seconds
later a sudden flash let me know that this was recorded for history.
Tommy and Jared were reaching
some kind of mutual rhythm with their oral stimulation of each other. I tried to match the motion with my fucking
of Tommy’s ass. Suddenly Tommy was
screaming around Jared’s dick and spraying his seed down Jared’s throat. Jared wasn’t far behind him, and for the
first time, Tommy tasted another man’s cum.
He liked it. He kept sucking and
licking throughout Jared’s orgasm only letting up after Jared had shrunk back
to his normal non-rigid size.
I pulled out of Tommy’s ass
with a sigh of satisfaction. I hadn’t
gotten off using the dildo on Tommy, but I didn’t really care. It was the feeling of power, of control that
I got off on.
“Tommy”, I said. “I thought you should be on the receiving end
of a rape. I know you’re a nice boy, but
it’s important to differentiate between fantasy and reality. We’ve been living a fantasy the last few
days. But you can never assume that a
person wants to be taken against their will.
Tommy’s eyes were closed. It was if he didn’t want to look at the scene
that had exposed a side of his nature that maybe he hadn’t known existed. He nodded his head without opening his eyes.
I only had one thing more to do
to achieve closure. I picked up my
camera, downloaded the pictures to my computer, and then emailed the pictures
to my business address. Tommy still
hadn’t opened his eyes.
“Now Tommy, I know you want to
be a good boy, and I know you don’t want to talk about the things that happened
between you and me these last few days.
But just to be sure that you have an incentive to keep your silence, I
now have pictures of you talking the dick of a black man up your ass. (No offense, Jared.) Those pictures will never be seen by anyone
but me, so long as you keep your mouth shut.
But if one word of this leaks out, copies of these pictures will be sent
to your parents, to your fraternity brothers, and to anyone else I can think
of. I’m not blackmailing you. This is an insurance policy so I can sleep at
night.”
“Please don’t show those
pictures to my parents, Mrs. Holden. I
promise I’ll never talk.” Tommy opened
his eyes and they were pleading with me.
I smiled and leaned over and
kissed his cheek. “Don’t worry,
Tommy. You secret is safe with me. I just want to be sure that my secret is safe
with you.”
Jared had never taken his mouth
from Tommy’s dick. He was still making
love to Tommy’s dick with slow sensual licking followed by some sort of suction
thing that he did as he swallowed Tommy’s entire length. I was impressed with his technique.
I got up and stretched. I felt serene. For the first time this week I was totally
relaxed.
I said, “Boys, I’ve had enough
for one vacation. Jared, stop sucking
Tommy’s dick! You two go into Tommy’s
room and do whatever you must. I need to
remove these dirty sheets so I can go to bed.
Tommy seems to have made a mess of things.” I was back into full-fledged Mommy mode.
The boys got off the bed. Jared pulled Tommy out of my bedroom and into
Tommy’s own. He just couldn’t’ seem to
get enough of the feel of Tommy’s body.
I can’t say that I blame him. I
reminded myself to make sure Jared was gone before Jason made it home. He might have some questions about that.
So that’s my story. I had spent my vacation living fantasies,
some of which I had never ever had before.
I was satiated. After all, I’m a
satiable woman. I was a little sad to
think that this might be the last great sex of my life, since unlike the women
in stories I have read, this was not the epiphany that
would set me on a path of cheating and slut-like behavior. I love my husband and will never cheat on him
again (unless seduced into some rape fantasy. One must keep one’s options open).
I must have lain on my now
clean sheets and just thought things over all night. I dozed and then woke with a start and began
thinking again. Why couldn’t Daniel and
I have the kind of sex that Tommy and I had?
Then I had the true epiphany. It
wasn’t all Danny’s fault. Maybe I wasn’t
giving him the proper stimulation to make him desire me the way I wanted to be
desired. This can be a two way street,
this fantasy business. Tommy gave me
fantasies. I gave him a humdinger of a
fantasy in return. But I’ve never given
Danny a fantasy. It’s just standard
lovemaking with no frills. I find it
boring, but Danny does too, I bet.
Then I knew it. I have to come clean with Danny. I’m going to tell him everything, in sordid
detail. Our marriage is too valuable to
keep secrets that can come out and ruin it.
I want the secrets to come out now, but my way. When he learns about this week, he’s going to
have his dick buried deeply in my pussy.
I am going to whisper delirious nothings into his ear, and slowly I’ll
talk about his boring, stable, serene wife making it with a teenager! Taking it up the ass with a
beautiful young boy. Fucked by a slim little girl. Having sex with a gay black
man. Fucking a
boy up the ass. It’s not all
going to come out at once. I’ve got
material here to last for months. And
each time I break something new to him, Danny is going to get the ride of his
life.
And I’ve still got the strap-on
dildo. I think it’s time that Danny
learns to take it up the ass. But he’s
going to have to beg for it.
Epilogue:
Danny is my lover forever. Our sex life has become exciting and
new. He can’t get enough of me. I can’t get enough of him. I’ve told him everything. He knows about Tommy.
My life is filled with romance. My husband loves me. Jason is gone from the house,
and it’s like we are newlyweds again.
By the way, Jason keeps telling us
about this new friend of Tommy’s, a black kid named Jared. They are the best of friends and seem to get
together almost every weekend. They’ve
invited him to go with Tommy to spend a weekend with Jared at his campus about
sixty miles from Jason’s school. I’m not
talking. I made a promise. Jason will just have to learn about life all
by himself. He may even have his own fantasies