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Cassie's Rape
by Stephanie Keating (no address provided)
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Cassie is a sweet girl-next-door type of wife until
one fateful night. Her husband is kind and
understanding until... (M+/F, wife, nc, rp, husb-voy,
inc, rom)
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Author Note: Do not read if cruelty in a sex story
offends you.
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The best way to read these stories is to have
something available that will get you closer to nasty
sex. Have some porno pictures nearby that help you
with your version of the story; are there any panties
in the waiting to be laundered? Bring a pair to your
computer and let the smell of cunt elevate your
arousal; or you can taste the beads of pre-cum from
the end of your cock—try it, it's a turn on if you can
get into it. I've been doing things like this for
years around fantasies of my wife getting laid by
other men. My first wife actually did it. My second
wife was too uptight and wouldn't even entertain a
fantasy. My third and current wife, much younger than
me, is what this story is about—and it's not the usual
stuff.
Cassie is 33, I'm 57. She really is very sweet and
pretty—low on glamour—you know, sexiness, the full
figure, big tits, etc. She's the opposite—the girl
next door with small tits and a petite figure, except
that she's a very pretty, soap and shampoo-smelling
girl.
I tried to interest her in some freaky fantasies, but
she withdrew. It wasn't until a month or so later that
she told me she'd been sexually abused by an uncle
when she was 11. On one occasion he brought over some
friends and they gang banged her. As a teen she became
really promiscuous, quite common I understand for
girls who are sexually abused. The upshot of this was
I never tried to get her into bed with someone else.
It's always been quite vanilla, except for some
outside stuff.
This story is short really. No point in wasting time.
True it is and recent.
Cassie came home late about two weeks ago. She went
out with her friend Bethany. Midnight came and she
hadn't called. I lay on the couch and fell asleep. A
noise woke me and I looked at the clock. It was 3:00
a.m. I was a bit slow to realize that the hall light
had been switched on and there was only silence. "Is
that you Cassie," I called, but no answer. Now I was
alert and silently moved across the living room that
led to the hallway. Cautiously I peeked around the
corner and there was Cassie, knuckles to her mouth,
head down, and trembling in silent tears.
Her blonde hair was out of its ponytail, and hung
veiling her face from the side. I was very concerned
about her. I love her very much and would do anything
to protect her.
"What happened, Cassie?" I stood in front of her and
gently held her heaving shoulders.
She didn't say anything until I took her in my arms
and held her. She was still biting her knuckles and
sniffling.
"You'll hate me," she wailed.
"No I won't. Tell me."
Piece by piece she told me that she and Bethany had
hooked up with 6 guys at the club. They were all
invited to go to the apartment of one of them—a guy
called Rob. Cassie and Bethany sat on a love seat and
the guys sat around. The conversation turned to sex
talk. One of the guys asked Bethany if she'd ever
kissed a girl. She shamelessly admitted she had. They
asked Cassie who said she hadn't. Apparently Beth
turned to her with mischief in her eyes and asked
Cassie if she wanted to try it; and then that was it.
Now you've got to understand that Cassie has always
has a penchant for voyeuristic stuff—the risk of being
seen. We've fucked in parks and parkades, and a few
places in between. This is when Cassie has really big
orgasms. Well apparently and bit of this kicked in
when she and Bethany locked lips and the guys started
whooping.
Next thing they're both groping each other over their
clothes. Cassie said she got very horny and then
Bethany whispered in her ear that they should have a
competition. Each of them would fuck three guys and
see which one of them could make all three of them cum
the fastest. Bethany's hands were doing just what was
needed to caress a yes out of Cassie.
Bethany turned to the guys, a couple of whom were
already hard and touching themselves over their pants.
When she told them what the game would be, the guys
were whooping even more and were ready to go. The
winning three would get to have another night with
whichever girl won. The guys didn't like the idea at
first, saying that all they'd get was a quickie. Beth
resolved the problem by saying, without Cassie's
agreement, that for that night all the guys could slow
fuck them afterwards as much as they wanted.
The guys split into teams. Bethany's team took her
over to a matching love seat, pulled her panties off,
lifted her dress and positioned her so that they could
easily fuck her from a kneeling position. The guys
with Cassie did the same. Cassie said there was a part
of her panicking by then and wanted it to stop.
Another part of her, she admitted, was back in those
promiscuous teen years and aching for sex: "Feeling
like a slut," she called it.
The guys were jerking themselves off to almost orgasm
before the start. Someone called it and the first guys
plunged into the girls, their legs spread wide and
pelvis's pumping madly to bring the guys off quick.
The last of Bethany's team pulled out, leaving his
load inside her as Cassie's last guy started to spill
his sperm into her belly.
Then it was into the slow fucking for a couple of
hours. Cassie said she didn't cum during the
competition, but had more orgasms than she could
recall after that. For her, being filled like a slut
was an overwhelming aphrodisiac that made her almost
catatonic with pleasure.
So the confession was over and I was still holding her
tenderly. What Cassie didn't know was how much a part
of my fantasy life this was. For three years I'd
spared her the trauma of even mentioning it. She was
still sniffling and sobbing quietly, apologizing for
what she'd done. I was over the moon and rock hard,
but slightly pulled away from her so she couldn't
tell.
"No need to apologize, Cassie. It's okay!"
"What do you mean, it's okay?"
I was already up her skirt in my imagination and
exploring her messy crotch with my hand, my fingers.
"Look, I'll show you."
I kissed her full on her soft lips and slipped her my
passionate tongue. She responded immediately and
gasped for air. My hand went down and slid up her
thighs. She clamped her legs together, twisted away
and cried, "No!" And then in an embarrassed and
faltering whisper, "I didn't wash."
"That's just the way I want it," I hissed menacingly
in her ear. I grabbed a handful of her hair and jerked
her head back, crushing her lips with mine. "You felt
like a slut. Now I'll tell you, you are a fucking
slut!" With my knees and hand I forced her legs apart
and found the sticky, heavy mess in her crotch. She
was crying hard now.
"Bitch! Shut the fuck up! Spread your legs you fucking
whore!" I ordered. It was as if another part of me had
taken over. I was down on my knees hiking up her
skirt and plunging my face, my mouth, my lips, my
tongue, into the sperm of six guys oozing out of her.
I'd become like an animal and I was making noises like
an animal.
Cassie was protesting and pushing my head with her
hand at first and then at some point all that changes
and she was pulling on my head and grinding her pussy
into my mouth. I had the crotch of her panties pulled
to one side and my tongue was plumbing the warm, wet,
musky depths of her fucked hole. Suddenly she came—
big! Real big! She was twisting like a tormented demon
against the wall, her pelvis thrusting against my
face.
I came up and looked her full in the eyes, grinding my
teeth. "Slut!" I snapped, and grabbed another handful
of hair. I dragged her to our bed, threw her on it and
forced myself between her thighs. I'd dropped my pants
and released a fucking huge hard on. I was as stiff as
a pole. Cassie was still fighting me, but I pulled her
panties to one side and impaled her twisting body with
one enormous thrust.
Something had changed in me. It was as if I were
watching myself. Cassie was crying and her tears
aroused me even more. My arms were under her
shoulders; I had two handfuls of her hair, pulling her
head back and using it as leverage to pound deeper,
harder. I was spewing all manner of profanities and
forcing her to call herself "bitch," "slut," "whore".
And then I was there: a deep-groaning, howling, orgasm
that I forced into her body as deep as I could go.
There's no other way of describing it.
I raped her and it satisfied me. It satisfied me that
she had been violated by six men before me. She cried
herself to sleep in my arms. I slept well and awoke to
the intercom. When I got to it, it was still buzzing.
It was Rob from the night before. He was dropping off
an earring Cassie had lost in his apartment. I let him
in and called him up.
When I got to the bedroom, Cassie was waking and
disoriented. I kissed her roughly and told her that
Rob was on his way up and that we were both going to
fuck her. I let Rob in and led him to the bedroom
where Cassie was curled and frightened against the
headboard.
"I know what happened last night," I told Rob. "She
loves cock, so she'd going to get it." I taunted her
with touch and then dragged her by the ankles down the
bed. She was in tears again as I told Rob to get his
pants off and fuck her. Rob only hesitated a moment
before dropping his pants and climbing on the bed
between her thighs. He was clearly aroused to the max
at the idea of raping Cassie. I'm quite big, but he
was bigger than me—fatter. His cock spread her pussy
and I stayed mesmerized by the sick sight of him
thrusting into her like a monster, her cries only
fuelling his passion further.
"Fuck my slut! Fuck my whore wife!" I urged him. And
then soon it was over as he emptied into her with
thrusting groans that sounded like pain. Rob rolled
off and I went next with a force I never knew was in
me. I was surprised as I was rising to orgasm to see
that Cassie was riding a huge orgasmic wave. The
struggle and the crying stopped.
"Oh My God! Yesssssssss! Fuck me!" And then she joined
me with five or six astounding thrusts of her pelvis.
Rob was hard again watching it all and he did her
again. This time she came with him. Rob left and I
raped her once more. She orgasmed, too.
Since then, I've brought around four of the original
six guys. The others were freaked out by it. I've also
had three of my friends over to rape her. But for a
class act, I got in touch with her rapist uncle who
was more than eager to drive for two hours to pound
his cock once more into my pretty Cassie.
I have two guys—one her older brother—coming over
tonight. The sheets are a smelly mess and Cassie's
pussy is always oozing cum. I'm never hungry.
END
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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