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That was the situation when I decided it was time to rape Susan, to take her virginity. I slipped my wife two extra tablets of Ambien with her dinner. One made her groggy...but a loud noise would still wake her up. She'd never believe that she slept while I raped our daughter in the same room.

I waited until my wife went to bed and was out cold. I put her in the overstuffed chair in the corner of our bedroom. I laid several thick towels down to catch our fluids and her virgin blood. Then I called Susan.

"Yeah dad what do you want?"

I want to talk to you about your behavior in recent months. You've become a lying little slut, who is flunking out of school. Is that really what you want? Is that how you want to be treated?"

"Y-you can't talk to me like that, you are my father!"

"I can talk to you any way I please. It's time you learned that I am in control. YOU obey ME! Get those clothes off right now, right fucking now!"

Susan was upset but she realized she better listen. She took her nightgown off and waited for me to order her across my lap.

Heh.

"Everything Susan, I want you completely naked--do it."

"Oh no, dad NO! You can't be serious--NAKED!"

"C'mere slut" I said as I slung her across me. I undid her bra, and ripped her panties off.

She just laid there in shock as I began to smack her little bottom. It looked so good red and raw. Susan still thought this was discipline. Extreme maybe, but deserved. Until I began to maul her ass, to squeeze and separate it.

"Wh, whut are you doing? MOM wake up, help!" she squeaked in anger and humiliation.

"You are my daughter, how dare you give this sweet little pussy to somebody else before me? I've tried everything else to get through to you, call it tough love."

I began licking and sucking her tits. She struggled but she was just too weak. Her tears and snot and squirming were exciting to me.

I held her down on my bed while her mother slept 3 feet away. Her tits were begging to be sucked and I straddled her body and licked them good. Her nipples began to swell as I played with her. I needed a taste of her mouth and laughed aloud as I kissed my only daughter, long and hard and slow.

"I want you to suck my cock just like you did for that little prick. Suck me Susan, suck your daddy. I deserve it for putting up with your crap. I made you, I own you and you're going to be my good little girl again."

My cock slipped into her mouth at last and I loosely grabbed her throat. I made it clear that if she did not suck me properly, I would choke her. After all, it's not like she had never done it before. My daughter knew how to suck cock good--I saw her do it.

Slowly at first she licked and nibbled on me. Then she sucked on just the tip. I started fucking her mouth and soon had more than half of my 7 inches inside her mouth. She kept making these gurgly wet noises--god she was sexy.

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I guess I've always had a thing for rape. Not the violent sick kind. I just like nice, normal rape stories. You know what I mean? I always thought it was cruel to pierce a woman's nipples, or cut them off, or punch her in the face and slap her around--I mean c'mon, why? I don't want to make her fuck a dog, lick a cat, or drink cum from a horse. I certainly have no desire to see her 3 yr old abused. The things I read on the internet can be quite disgusting. Bestiality, torture, infantilism, scat, snuff, necrophilia...my god what is wrong with these people?!

I just like rape. Rape by intimidation, lies, trickery, threats, blackmail, drugs--soft core.

An intelligent good sized man can catch a woman by surprise and rape her. It's easy, you don't have to hurt her.

I've fantasized about doing it, even wrote rape/incest stories on the net, but I knew I could never really do it. I mean raping is the easy part. It's getting away with it that is hard. I guess I had resigned myself to being an onlooker, to beating my meat in frustration. Then a couple of things happened in a very short period of time.

My daughter started growing up. She went from being my little girl, to a sexy young woman. Susan is 14 years old, 5ft 2inch tall and wears a 32 c cup. She still has braces and has begun to wear adult nighties, and light makeup.

She also started making new friends. There was a group of smart-assed punks she hung around with. She began cutting class. and talking fresh to me and her mother. I'm sorry but, I just won't accept that. I tried grounding her, but she ignored me. I took away her allowance but she didn't need money, her new friends just bought stuff for her (or more likely stole it).

The first time I spanked her was when I caught her sneaking back in, at 3 in the morning. I waited until she was in bed then came in her room and locked her door.

"Susan get up, I know you are not asleep!" I roared.

"Jesus Christ dad, when are you gonna stop being a Nazi, shit! Get a life!"

I was stunned to hear the contempt in my little girl's voice. We used to be so close. She was my Buttercup Angel. The tears welled up in my eyes, but there was rage too. She was defying me, to my face! Susan was ruining her life and I had to get control again.

Fast.

I yanked her out of the bed; she was just wearing a nightie and panties-no bra. I could see them; I could see her cone shaped tits. I wanted to rip her clothes, expose her to her daddy's lust.

"You don't talk to me like that. Nothing else seems to work. You will learn to respect me. You want to be a spoiled brat? Fine I'll treat you like one. GET over here!," I growled as I pulled, my daughter into my lap and began spanking her ass hard. I flipped her nightie up and beat her panty clad bottom for at least 5 minutes.

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I have a problem. I like to make women in my family drink my cum. It started when I was thirteen, and I am twenty-eight now. Mother, sisters, aunts, cousins, even close female friends and co-workers have all tasted several mouthfuls of my creamy sperm in the last fifteen years-without their knowledge. I guess it was harmless enough at first, but it has been getting worse. I know I have crossed the line, but I can't stop. I kind of stumbled into a near foolproof way of raping women that I know, and not getting caught. I'm going to teach you how to do it, safely, effectively. It's up to you, if you want, you can believe this is just a story.

Heh.

I call my technique "The Rules Of Rape."

It's important that you follow the rules carefully, or you will probably get caught.

My mom was my first victim. I guess I had been masturbating for about a year. The women in my family tend to be blond, attractive and athletic-good genes. My mom has three sisters and all of them have at least one daughter over the age of twelve. Also the guys seem to marry women just like that. Didja ever notice that pretty women tend to have pretty friends... who sleep over, come to parties, and get tipsy, etc?

Anyway, I was jerking off for about a year, two, maybe three times a day. At first I just thought about a pretty girl, and BANG! But slowly, I began to need... props, visual aids. Playboy was good. Pretty Girls, naked-yum. But it wasn't enough, I wanted to see pussy-pink, so on to Penthouse. Better, but Hustler was better still.

Rule #1: Do the Laundry

I was over at a friend's house and saw my first porno movie. It was Marilyn Chamber's "Insatiable"-Holy shit, did she make me cum. Soon even that was not enough. I was wacking off in the laundry room and saw one of my mom's bras, clean fresh, folded neatly. On a whim I rubbed my cock inside the cups and came hard. Another day I tried her panties and came again. For a while I went to the laundry, or her underwear drawer and went wild. The problem was, I was using her clean undies too fast. "I thought I washed my black bra yesterday? Dammit somebody threw it back in the dirty clothes."

So I started finding her dirty panties. Sometimes I caught them when she had just taken them off. Warm and full of her pussy smell. After I came I washed them out, but there was still a problem.

"Why are my dirty panties always so wet?"

I realized that if I continued, sooner or later my mom was going to figure it out.

Then it happened, the first time I really crossed the line.

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I got the call about 5:45 am. It woke me from a sound sleep. It was the kind of call no husband ever wants to get. The kind of call that hurts you, enrages you, makes you more violent, more helpless than you ever thought possible. "Mr. Pressman, John Pressman? This is officer Sloptvik with the NYPD Special Victims Unit. I need you to meet me at Franklin Memorial Hospital. Your wife has been raped. Her condition is serious, but stable. She's in room 327."

I was in a fog as I dressed and then drove to the hospital. "Serious but stable," what the fuck is that?

I soon found out.

I entered room 327 and realized I must have had the wrong room. An older woman was lying in the bed, she had bruises all over her face and a cast on her arm. Clearly she was in a lot of pain. She looked up when I entered the room.

"Excuse me ma'am I did not mean to disturb you, they gave me the wrong room number."

She stared at me and as her eyes came into focus, she began to cry.

"...John...," she groaned in a piteous, cracked voice. How did she know my...

"Oh my god, oh god, no-Susan!" I screamed as I rushed to her side. I wanted to grab her, to hug and kiss and hold her... but she was in so much pain. He had beat my wife badly. I knew enough about rape to understand that my wife probably did not want a man touching her right then. It could be awhile before she could stand that.

"John... I'm so sorry... he got me. He raped me. I was so stupid, he tricked me," she sobbed.

Instinct took over as I gently held the woman I love and shushed her. "Oh baby girl, please don't say that, don't ever think it. This is not your fault, the police will find out who he is from DNA and he will pay."

"John I know who he is, he's a supervisor in my office. His name is Bruce Kent."

I had a name to focus my hatred on, but I was somewhat controlled because I knew the police would put him in jail.

"I have to tell you what he did, I can't keep this a secret. John, please let me get it out, I have to."

I crawled into bed with my wife and wrapped her in my arms, as gently as possible.

"Tell me baby, tell me what he did to you."

"I had noticed him before. We both worked the 8:30pm to 5:00 am shift-in different departments. He seemed friendly enough, and we'd chat briefly sometimes. I told him I was happily married and he seemed to respect that."

"I had parked my car and was walking in to work early at 8:00pm, when I saw him. He had a flat tire on his mini-van and was trying to change it. He called me over and asked to use my cell phone. When I got close he slammed me in the face and stomach and pushed me into the van. Then he drove to the top level of the parking garage. At that time of night it was only a skeleton crew, and they all parked near the door on the first floor. I must have blacked out, because the next thing I knew I was naked, bound, and blindfolded."

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John did not like to think of himself as a rapist. When you think about it, it really is not his fault. Susan Johnson must accept the lion's share of blame. If it wasn't for her, there would be a lot of young lesbian women who had never have been raped. Susan had a problem. Her parents had spent $60,000 putting her through college to get a degree in 19th Century poetry. Unfortunately, she found that there is not a great demand for jobs in this field in the 21st Century. Her father told her that the free ride was over. They would no longer pay for her apartment or give her an allowance. She would have to get a real job or move back home.

Susan was twenty-four years old and it was time to grow up. Moving back was definitely not an option for Susan. So she made up some B.S. resumes and filled out several applications. She was finally hired as a Customer Service/Tech Support Rep. in a sales and marketing firm. The salary was more than she could have hoped for. The only problem was Susan was way under-qualified to do this job.

That is where John came in. John was a nice enough guy and Susan suspected he had a big crush on her. Who could blame him? With her short sexy body, curly red hair and green eyes, Susan was very attractive. John was your average guy and was a little shy around women, especially attractive women. Susan did not mind his attentions, as long as it did not get out of hand. She was often able to get him to do her work, or answer the really difficult questions. She had made it through her first two weeks without a major screw up. Then it happened.

"Susan can I see you in my office," her boss asked. " I need you to run an RMDS 3rd/4th quarter comparison. Then import it to Excel and include a 3D graph of success and failures in our New York, Boston and Los Angeles markets. Please have it on my desk by 9am, Monday," he instructed.

"Shit, oh shit, oh shitty, shit shit!" Susan screamed to herself. She was never going to be able to fake her way through that. She was going to be fired. Unless...

"Hey John, what are you doing this weekend, I was hoping maybe we could get together," she asked.

"Sure thing Susan I would really like that," he replied.

Susan figured a little flirtation, a harmless date, and perhaps a quick kiss goodnight. What could it hurt? She would wrap him around her little finger and get him to run the stupid report for her. "Yeah, what could it hurt?"

John was in love. He could not believe that a woman as sexy and funny as Susan would be attracted to him, but she was. She asked HIM out. He made reservations at the most expensive, romantic restaurant in town. He did not even get mad when Susan ordered steak AND lobster. They went to see "Riverdance." He did not care for it, but sometimes you do things for the woman you love that you ordinarily would not do. When he took her home Susan invited him in for coffee.

"How do you take it?" she asked.

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Oct 31st was the day I'd been waiting for. I was finally going to fuck her. Susan was mine and it was time to claim her. I went over to her house a little after 6pm."Hey baby, how ya...?!"

She was naked, my beautiful little slut was naked, she just could not wait for me to shove my cock in her. Susan dropped to her knees and pulled my cock out. The look on her face was priceless. She grabbed it with both hands and began smelling it, rubbing my fat cock all over her face.

"I've dreamed about how it would look. It's mine now. I'm going to be so good for you, John I love you, I need you--this cock. Watch me, I'm gonna put your dick in my mouth now," she said as she began kissing and nibbling, sucking and greedily slurping.

Her husband had trained her well. I'm not very long, but my dick is quite thick. Her mouth was stuffed, crammed full of John-cock I grabbed the back of her head and slowly fed it to her. She was coughing, choking really. I started to pull out, but she stopped me. Susan grabbed my ass and forced me all the way down her throat. Her eyes were tearing up and she was making these cute little retching sounds. She clearly would pass out soon, but she would not stop swallowing my cock.

Somehow I heard her say quite clearly, "More, don't ever stop, CUM, I need your cum!!"

I felt it in the bottom of my balls, I was about to erupt. I pulled her even closer to me, while I hunched forward and dumped a full load of sperm in her throat. The little slut sucked down every drop. She had a happy, satisfied grin on her face. She had pleased me and she damn well knew it.

She wasn't done yet.

"John, thank you, I want your cum in me every day. I will never get enough. I'm sorry but I need your cock, NOW. It has been so long since I was fucked. It has been years since it was by a man who really loved me. I've been really naughty and I need you to spank me, hard..." she said as she bent over and grabbed her ankles, leaving that firm, thick ass in the air.

I was not sure if she wanted me to fuck her wet, tasty pussy, or her fresh, juicy ass (was it possible, was she an anal slut too?!). I had to have her, to possess her completely. So I took off my pants, and pulled out both of my cocks and rammed both of her holes. Say-what? Shit, it happened again.

I woke up in a cold sweat, with a hard, cum-covered dick. God she was killing me. Susan Stacy was driving me insane. A great and terrible thing happened to me this summer. Out of the blue, out of the clear, pure blue--I met a woman and fell in love. I'm 34 and that has never happened, I don't think I even believed it was possible for me. I've never had a girlfriend for more than a month. I'm not really a nice guy, I know that. I think my biggest weakness, and my greatest strength is that I can't… won't stand for bullshit. I have plenty of bad traits. I know that. But I don't lie, steal, cheat--and I will not fucking tolerate it. Ever.

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I was raised in a small town population of approximately3500...All thru school there was a boy by the name of Earl who was simple and could't learn very much and every teacher put with him for the school year and then passed him on to the next teacher..

Some of the boys teased him and made fun of him, but Earl would do anything for you. Earl was larger than all of the boys and I don't think he knew how strong he was. There was some talk amongst the boys saying that Earl had a very large penis and also that he had been caught out at a farm screwing a mare..but that was just talk.

I liked him and felt sorry for him when the boys made fun of him and he would go behind the pool hall and cry...Earl had built sort of a hut in back of the pool hall and went there a lot as his father was mean to him.

I was promiscous when in High School but after I graduated from High School I went to business school for two years and then my parents got ill and needed someone to take care of them so I was still living at home... My promiscuous life came to an end after graduation and living at home I did not have the evenings to go out until after I got my mom and dad ready and into bed and that was usually after 9:00pm.

One day when I was at the grocery store I ran into one of my old class mates. His name was Glen and we had been close in school and we walked home from school a lot of afternoons and there were a few afternoons where we went to his house and had sex. He was the first and he was very gentle. He wanted me to go out with him as there was a party at one of his friends. I told him I would not be free until about 9:30pm.

Glen picked me up at 9:30pm and we drove to the party that had been going on for over and hour. As we walked up to the front door I saw Earl hiding over behind some bushes. I knew he was not invited but if there was something going on he would be around some place near.

Glen and I went into the party and someone handed Glen and me a drink and introduced us to a few of the people there. I am not a drinker but that drink tasted very good and I drank it fast and some one handed me another. I can't remember how many drinks I had and told Glen I needed to go home as I was not feeling well. Glen sort of smiled and said you will be all right in a little while.

I started looking for a bedroom or some place I could lay down and some how I found a bedroom and laid down on the bed, my head was spinning, the next thing I can remember is coming to and Glen was on top of me holding my legs up and screwing me. The screwing felt good as it had been almost a year since I had been with a man. Glen asked me how I felt and I told him good and his penis felt so good pushing in and pulling out of my pussy I really didn't want it to end, but after Glen had his climax and filled my pussy with his cum he pulled his cock out and handed me his handkerchief to wipe my self and then told me to get ready as he had a surprise for me.

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I kept trying to get Earl off my mind but there was also these thoughts about his huge penis that kept coming from somewhere...

Every time I went to the grocery store I would run into Earl and he would motion to me that he wanted to talk to me and he would always ask when he could screw me again? I felt embarrassed talking to him, and wondered what people thought?

This one day when I got home from the grocery store I could feel my self getting wet between my legs...I had talked to Earl for a short while and he kept telling me that I was the best and on the way home I started thinking of how I could get away some evening.

I knew I would never go out with Glen again as he most likely would give me something to drink and then he and his friends would all screw me half the night while I was drugged. If I was going to get screwed I wanted to be able to feel and enjoy what was going on.

I thought and thought of a way to get away some evening after I got my parents to bed...I finally came up with an idea that I might tell my parents. I knew one of my girl friends from high school had come home for a visit. She got married right after we graduated. I would call her and talk to her and then tell my parents I was going to go see her after I got them to bed.

I went to the grocery store and sure enough there was Earl and he motioned for me to come talk to him. I walked over to him and he asked me the usual thing and I told him one of these evenings when I could get away.. I told him to watch the window shade in the kitchen and when it was pulled all the way to the bottom that meant that I would meet him in the alley.

The day was warm and I got my work finished early and after having lunch with my parents they both wanted to go to bed early. I got them to bed and pulled the shade in the kitchen all the way to the bottom and went and took a shower.

I wore an old skirt and a loose blouse and my sandles and no panites or bra. I put a small towel in my purse and went out the back door and out to the alley and there was Earl waiting for me.

I asked him where we were going and he said to his shack behind the pool hall and I told him that I would not go there, but there was Old man Cole's barn and it was full of straw and there would be no one there. We kept to the back alleys so we could not be seen and slipped into a side door of the old barn.

It had been a long time since there had been any horses or cattle in this barn and there was just the smell of hay and straw. Earl pulled some bales together and made us a nice bed. I removed my blouse while Earl was pulling the bales togther. It felt good to not have a bra on. Earl looked at my bare breast and immediately undid his pants and let them fall aound his ankles. He was wearing no shorts and his big cock was about half hard.

I lay down on the bales and Earl laid down beside me. I took his big cock in both of my hands and started stroking it by moving my hand back and forth. It didn't take long for Earl's cock to get hard.

I was a little afraid but thought I could take care of Earl. I took Earl's hand and put it down over my pussy and showed him how to move his fingers in and out of my pussy and also how to rub my clit. It took a little while for Earl to comprehend what I was telling him, but finally got his fingers working the right way and he got me turned on.

I let Earl work me up to almost a frenzie before I told him to get on top of me. I needed his big cock head in my now wet pussy. Earl got his big cock head in between the lips of my pussy and started to shove but I told him to stop and let me move my hips up to meet him. The head of Earl's cock was so damn big that it took me a long time to work just the head of Earl's cock in my pussy.

I lay still for a few minutes letting my pussy get used to his big cock head. Earl kept asking me if I was ready and I kept telling him no and for him to take it easy when I told him he could start moving his hips. Oh God he was big and it hurt a little but soon the pain left and my pussy got used to his huge size and he kept shoving in a little more every stroke.

I didn't know if I could take the full length of his huge cock but I was going to give it a good try. Earl was screwing me slow and I was moving my hips up to meet his thrusts but was taking it easy as I didn't want him to hurt me. I finally quit moving my hips up to meet him as my pussy felt very stretched and full and also I was starting to get the feeling of a climax starting. Oh god this is so good........My climax hit me and I felt wonderful and raised my hips up let Earl shove all of his big cock in me and then he started having his climax and he filled my pussy full of his cum.

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My name is Jessica and I'm a former member of the local volunteer fire department, the reason I'm a former member is because of differences with the fire chief, who just happens to be my husband. We would get together with other members of the department on Saturday nights and just kick back, drink a little beer and watch some movies.

This one particular Saturday night I started drinking a little more than usual and had a pretty good buzz when the guys started talking about what movies they should get from the local movie rental store and them being guys they were talking about renting some porno movies for the night but they couldn't decide who should go get them, so I finally stepped up and said I would go rent them some movies. There was my husband Jason who at this point in our marriage I despise completely, a couple of friends of ours and fellow firefighters (Roger, Dan, Kevin and Lee) and our neighbor, Michael who lived across the street from us who is always hitting on me when im outside in the garden or going to the car whose advances I always avoided because he was a black man. None of these guys ever looked at me like a woman but as a comrade whom they trusted their lives with until this night. I'm a fairly attractive woman or so many men have told me so, I'm 5-8 138 lbs. 44d-22-30 with curly black hair. When I finally came back to the fire hall everyone was getting pretty rowdy and drinking to their hearts content so I popped a tape into the VCR and sat down with the guys to watch the movies and drink some more beer.

Well all the guys were getting pretty wasted after a while and I was feeling pretty good when Dan said that he wished there was some women around because the movie was getting him pretty horny and Michael said "We have a woman right here with us" and Jason replied "no I think Dan meant a real woman" which almost started an argument but I stepped up ripping my sweatshirt upwards saying "see I am a real woman" causing everyone's jaws to drop to the floor and Michael broke out laughing saying "WOW I knew you had some nice boobs, would you mind if I had a closer look". I looked over at my husband who just shrugged his shoulders like he was saying go ahead so I finished taking off my sweatshirt and bra and walked towards Michael and noticed a big bulge in his pants. When I got to him he reached up with his powerful hands and gently squeezed my big brown nipples. At this point all the attention was diverted from the movie to Michael and myself. He then sucked my right nipple into his mouth causing me to catch my breath. He then unbuttoned my jeans and slid them down along with my panties and rubbed my wet pussy with his hand.

All I could think about was that bulge in his pants and had to see for myself because I had never seen any cock bigger than my husbands who is only about six inches and that's being generous if you ask me. So I knelt down between his knees and unzipped his pants and pulled out his huge dick. I thought I was going to die when I saw it, it must have been nine inches soft and as wide as my fist. I couldn't get my fingers around it so I grasped it with two hands and began kissing all over the head of it and running my tongue up and down the shaft of this enormous monster, I thought I was in heaven. Just then all I could hear was 6 zippers in unison going down and I looked up and saw six more erect cocks all pointed in my direction and coming towards me. My husband tried to push to the front saying "hey that's my wife I get her first" and Michael said "you said there was no women here and that he should sit his sorry ass down" and that he had a plan for him after they were done taking care of me.

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When my old job was "downsized" it took me a while to find a new, worthwhile, full-time position. In the meantime I hooked up with a temp agency, and bounced around from assignment to assignment. I was told that such work provided a valuable "networking" opportunity, which might lead to something interesting. I can't argue with that.

On one job I found myself working out of the office occupied by Lou. He was about my age (early 30s) and very talkative. Most of his co-workers found him more than a little abrasive, but we got along okay, and he was never boring. He seemed to find me entertaining as well, and "not stuck up, like most college guys".

He became especially inquisitive about my social life once he found out I hadn't been in a steady relationship for over a year, and decided that I urgently needed to "get laid". I couldn't really argue, and while I was normally a bit shy with women, and took time to develop intimacy in relationships, I found the possibility of being set up with an "easy" date rather arousing. Even so, my imagination didn't nearly prepare me for what was in store.

As the office closed one Friday, Lou asked if I had any plans for the weekend. "Of course not!" he agreed when I said no, and launched into his proposal. He and his girlfriend Jen were going to spend Saturday night at a cabin Jen's brother owned in the mountains, and I was invited on a double date, along with Jen's friend Lena. I stumbled a bit before accepting. "She's fuckin' seriously hot!" Lou clarified. "Then I'm in!" I replied, my heart quickening as I wondered what I was in for.

Lou was late picking me up Saturday morning, and I unceremoniously hopped in to the car for our long drive to the mountains. Lou matter-of-factly introduced the ladies as we drove. I recognized Jen from a picture Lou had shown me previously. She was 23, though she looked about 19. She was about 5'3". had long, dark brown hair and eyes, and soft features a bit reminiscent of Jennifer Connoly (though with a smaller, about 34B chest). She had a down-to-earth, but extroverted manner to her that seemed quite compatible with Lou's.

Lena, who shared the back seat, eyed me curiously for most of the trip, though in time I recognized that as her habitual expression. She was, as promised, "fuckin' seriously hot", and, I feared, a bit too aware of that fact. About 5'6" and probably in her mid to late '20s, she had short, sandy blond hair and green eyes. Her small but perfectly sculpted facial features were accentuated by light makeup that seemed professionally applied, the way only women from the south seem to be trained to do. A faint twang in her velvety voice confirmed my theory. Most of Lena and Jen's attentions seemed to be devoted to catching up on news. The two had originally become close friends as summer camp counselors, but had lived in different states for years until Lena had moved to our area just a week before.

While Lena laughed at a few of my jokes, I didn't really sense much chemistry developing on the long, cramped ride. Whatever Lou's intentions for me might have been, I developed a strong case of junior prom- type butterflies at the thought of "making the first move".

With heavy traffic, a stop for lunch, and more traffic, we only arrived at the cabin at dusk. I saw wires leading to it, which jibed with Lou's assurances that it had full utilities. It did look beautiful amid the snow-covered trees as we approached. I helped Lena up the rough path from the parking area, and was rewarded with a few smiles for my trouble.

The cabin's interior was nicely furnished, though not very large. A large sectional sofa faced the fireplace, and the mirrored opposite wall of the living area did its best to make the room seem larger. A few hours later a light dinner, some beer, and a roaring fire had improved our collective attitude after the long trip. I had even found the nerve to put an arm around Lena as we all sat on the sofa talking in the firelight. No one had discussed sleeping arrangements, however, and I didn't think the place had more than two bedrooms. I pondered that issue for a while before I reached over to hold Lena's hand, only to glance down and see that she had it between her legs, rubbing her crotch gently, while her other hand had its fingers interlaced with Jen's.

Before I even knew what to think, Lou noticed the two looking into each other's eyes, and spoke up. "I know you girls have a lot of catching up to do. Don't feel you have to hold back on our account," he chuckled salaciously.

Lena slipped from beneath my arm and embraced Jen, the two kissing passionately, hungrily. I'd never found lesbian scenes in movies particularly interesting, but the sight of these two women entwined, moaning sensuously as they kissed and explored one another, was powerfully arousing to me. I absent-mindedly stroked the constricting crotch of my jeans as the two slid off the couch and knelt on the floor in front of us, unfastening each other's pants.

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If all the stories posted on your site are true, a lot more girls have experienced gang bangs or trains than I would have thought.

I started college recently and sex seems to be the major topic in the dorm. Girls talk openly about their experiences and fantasies. I've met 4 girls who readily admit to having sex with numerous partners at the same time, and quite a few others who, if they haven't done it, they know of a girl who has. Some of the gang bangs happened when the girls were drunk or stoned, but some were when the girls were fully conscious and willing. Several "gang bang virgins" have told me they intend to experience at least one gang bang or train before they graduate.

I was conscious and willing when I experienced my one and only gang bang. It happened two years ago when I went to spend part of my summer vacation with my older sister. She's four years older than me, and she was majoring in zoology. One of her professors got her into a summer wildlife study program at a National Park.

My parents wanted to get me out of the city and away from my friends for at least a couple of weeks. I had come home with alcohol on my breath a couple of times and they discovered I was on birth control. I think they thought my sister might be able to talk some sense into me.

From what I understood, she and the other students in her group were pretty much on their own. She got a free room in a dorm, meal passes at the lodge, and turned her field study reports in weekly. Otherwise, the students in her group were considered young adults they didn't need any supervision. She talked to her advisor and cleared it for me to visit and share her room. It probably helped that my dad, who is loaded, made a sizable donation to the program. Anyway, they packed me onto a bus and sent me to my sister. They decided to send me on the bus rather than drive me so they wouldn't have to fight with me for 500 miles.

Like I said, she is four years older, and brilliant. She graduated from high school a year early so even though she was only 20, she was already starting her senior year. I love my sister, but I hated the fact that I felt pressure to live up to her legacy. It wasn't enough that I made honor roll, I wasn't bringing home a perfect 4 point every quarter. She was a city champion high school swimmer and finished 2nd in regionals. If it weren't for the flu, she would have gone to the state meet. She went to college on a swimming scholarship. I only finished 3rd in the city trials and lost in the first heat of regionals. That was sort of the pattern. Whatever I did well, she did better. Oh yeah, I didn't mention that she is absolutely beautiful: She has cover girls looks, a flawless figure, spectacular 35C breasts, and long beautiful legs.

I got on the bus with a certain amount of resentment. When I arrived my sister ran up to me and gave me a long obviously heart felt hug. She turned to two friends who were with her and said "This is my sister, isn't she beautiful?' Her two friends were other interns from her study team, a cute guy name Phil and a nice looking girl name Jamie.

We climbed into their car for the ride from town to their dorm in the park. My sister said she was so happy when my parents told her they were sending me to spend a couple of weeks with her. She said it was the first time she was getting to spend any extended time with me since she started college. I thought it and realized she was right. I had spent a good deal of the past 4 years resenting her and hadn't thought about all the more pleasant times we spent together. She had actually taught me how to ride a bike, swim, and helped me learn to read. When I was 4 or 5, she often read me to sleep and held me on her lap when we watched TV. Was I really mad at her or just at myself for not being able to match her achievements?

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The car park was well lit albeit that it was fairly empty by now. Kirstie looked at her watch; 9:00pm. Gods ! she hated working late in the library. Damned research. As she walked towards her car she could see only one other, a luxurious gold colored limo with a Chauffeur type sitting at the wheel reading a newspaper by the interior light... She was so taken with this obvious and out of place ostentation that she didn't see the flat front tire until she was almost at the car. Her mind cursed and she swore audibly but even louder when she saw that both front tires were flat.

For a moment Kirstie stood and stared and then swore again very loudly, letting go with all her frustration in one violent outburst. She failed to notice the suited businessman walking toward the other car and then veering sharply towards her.

"Is there a problem? Can I help?" His voice was quiet and almost genteel, the words crisply spoken. "Ah, sorry, I see the problem" he added before she could say anything. " I'll get Richard to change the wheel for you." He gestured for the Chauffeur to join him by her car.

"And this one too?" she threw back pointing at the other tire.

He crossed around to her side of the car. "Ah. Okay. Problem with that one I would see ." He responded. "Can I offer you a lift anywhere and you can collect your car in the morning ? Or would you prefer to use my phone to call someone? " The Chauffeur walked up beside her as they spoke. " I think you can see the problem here Richard."

"Can you drop me at the Queen s Head in the City ? Some of my friends are there and I can sort out from there. it's only about 15 min away ." She smiled her most practiced damsel in distress smile .

"No problem, I know it well." His smile was pleasant, charming in a way.

Richard held the door as the two got into the back of the car. As she climbed onto the long back seat she was surprised to see a woman sitting there whom she had previously not noticed. She assumed that she had arrived whilst she was distracted.

The car started and pulled away from the car park but instead of turning towards the City it turned exactly the opposite way.

"What the "? She started but was silenced immediately with a sharp smack across the face from the woman next to her.

"Shut up. Keep quiet and you won't get hurt". The woman snarled. "Well not too much anyway " she added half to herself.

Kirstie started to rise and shouted " Fuck you, you bastard " She never finished her sentence as a fist smashed into her stomach and forced her back into the seat gasping for breath.

"Now be quiet " the man said very calmly but with more menace than any amount of shouting.

She felt a knife s point break the skin just where her throat joined her chin. The fear spread over her and she slumped back and started to sob.

The woman next to her smiled and kissed the girl s cheek where the tears ran down and she felt a hand run up the inside of her thigh. Two fingers were unceremoniously pushed past her knickers and into her cunt.

" Please. I'll do anything that you want" she sobbed.

"Yes, Yes you will" the man s voice came through her tears. " But let s see if you mean that shall we "? "Remove these" he said pulling at her knickers.

With a wave of fear sweeping over her she decided to simply obey and lifted herself off the seat and removed the items. The man took them from her and handed them to his female companion.

For what seemed like forever the journey continued, although in truth it was for little more than thirty minutes. During the time her captors played with her cunt, teasing her and finger fucking her while kissing each other around her. Kirstie endured the situation seeing no opportunity to do otherwise. The car came to a halt at what she guessed were some gates for the halt was only for a moment and a few moments later it halted again outside a low building. The car door opened and she was unceremonially pulled out, offering no resistance, simply considering that it would be pointless, for the moment; the building was like a low farm barn, and she was standing next to a large solid-looking door.

"Now" she said to herself and broke away from them. Richard was the wrong side of the car door holding it open and the man had stood aside for her to go in front.

She managed maybe thirty paces along a track before she felt someone behind her and then almost instantly a hand grabbed her arm and swung her round, she fell onto the tarmac. Richard, for it was he, grabbed her hair and pulled her to her feet by it. She clawed at him with her nails but he easily avoided them, she hadn't noticed before he was built like a gorrilla ! He fist smashed into her stomach and then again into her face. She tasted blood from a split lip and fell to her knees. He grabbed her hair and began pulling her along by it. Half stumbling, half crawling she was dragged back to the car and the door to the building from where the man and woman hadn't moved an inch.

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It has been a while since I've detailed any of the experiences that my wife Stella has been a apart of, but rest assured that does NOT mean that things have not been going on! To the contrary. I suppose that one reason I have taken some time off from writing about her experiences is because I am not sure that the stories are being read and enjoyed. What I have hoped for was that a number of men and women who read and enjoyed these stories would share some of their personal experiences and even their personal fantasies with me, and in doing that not only would I come to know my readers, but perhaps some of you could contribute ideas on things that would be done to Stella. This may or may not be the last of my stories, so really the rest is up to you, the readers. To answer a few FAQs: (1) yes, Stella is real; (2) yes, these things that I write about are true: and (3) yes, we have this kind of fun periodically, and we also enjoy a lot of time alone together. Write to me care of the editors and share your experiences and fantasies, and at he same time describe yourself to me too.

Just before the holidays I got a call from an old friend of ours, Hans, who is a major player in the business world. He was putting together a special get together and end of the year party for some very powerful Asian businessmen. The party was missing something he told me, and that was some special entertainment! He wanted Stella to join them at this weekend party that he was hosting on a small island in the Caribbean. She was excited and nervous, but the plans were made, and she was picked up on a Thursday evening by a limo that drove her to a private airport where she joined Hans for a flight on the corporate jet to this island. He would not give her any of the details of who was going to be there or what was going to be done, but he did have the limo driver hand me an envelope that contained full details just so I could follow along and he also assured me that she would call and someone would e-mail me often to keep me in the loop real time with all that was going on.

Thursday when they arrived very few people were at the compound, and Stella basically unpacked her clothes in a luxurious room and headed off to the dining room where dinner was served by a staff of Thai waiters and waitresses. After dinner, drinks were served and Stella was given a tour of the place, showing her where the pool with a waterfalls was, where the hot tub was located, and also where the theater was. The theater was locked and at least for now, off limits to her eyes. The surroundings were lush, and the climate was hot and humid. She wore a simple sundress that was very short, the panties that she sore were a simple mesh thong, and the only other thing she had on were sandals with a heel. As she toured she noticed the Thai staff all looking her over and smiling, several talking at low tones in their native language. As she got ready to call it a night, she was told that two of the servants were assigned to her and would be doing anything and everything that was needed, she met the two Thai servants, both female, and they both looked as though they could not be more than 18. They escorted her to her room, and guided her to the oversized bathroom where they helped undress her and then they used a device that misted her entire body with a fragrant spray. A cool mist that felt good, and caused her nipples to harden immediately! As the one girl misted Stella, the other used a fluffy hand mitt to massage her body, not missing an inch! As they finished the misting treatment, they had her sit in a barber's type chairs and they proceeded to lather her pussy with a rose scented soap and the one trimmed most of what little hair she had into a small triangle, while the other gave her a pedicure. With that done, they both had her stand and they picked up what looked like feather dusters and dusted her with a lightly scented powder, from her neck to her feet. She was brought to her bed and tucked in. A small fountain/waterfalls in the room lulled her to sleep in no time.

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"This is really scary," she said in an obvious nervous tone, but her husband reassured her with, "We'll just see what happens and we don't have to do anything, but you know it's going to be exciting as hell." This was their first time playing outside their 18 year marriage and she was a virgin when they met. Over the years he'd told her how he wanted her to have sex with another man, a black man. Not just a black man, but a big, hung, muscular, sexually aggressive, dominant black man. They'd been wondering, fantasizing and chatting about the slut wife, cuckold husband, interracial sex experience for years. Now they were driving to the upscale hotel to get a room where their dark dream already has a room. They found him through the local swing club and from hot emails, instant messaging and web cam meetings they believe he's the dominant black bull of their dreams. The last e-mail he sent to them included specific instructions on everything he wanted, in fact, demanded of them leading up to their meeting.

They got to the room and shortly after arriving, while they were putting their cloths away for the weekend, there was a knock on the door. She looked at her husband with wide eyes and ran into the bathroom. He answered the door and it was the bellboy, who had delivered a picture cell phone with a note that read, "Turn me on sluts." He went to the door and told her it was safe to come out. "It was the bellboy." She came out and they both started to laugh. He handed her the note and phone and she obediently turned it on. It was the first major step she'd ever taken and her heart raced when she heard the beep of the power button. Her husband poured two drinks and they began to relax, she ran around the room like a teenager collecting the shampoos and soaps, like she always did, but her husband's mind was racing and heart pounding, as he thought to himself, "I can't believe this is finally happening. Fuck, I hope it happens." He got horny thinking about it, walked up behind her and unhooked her bra, as she sipped her wine. "Ohhhhhh, I thought you weren't supposed to do this," referencing the black bull's final instruction. "I can do this," as he felt her tits from behind and rolled her hardening nipples between her fingers, "I just can't make you cum or fuck you." She moaned in a pleasing way as he turned her around, roughly pulled her top up and started squeezing her tits together, sucking them and saying, "Is this what your bull's gonna do?" She was getting noticeably hot and softly, coyly said, "MMMMMMMMmmmmmm I don't know. Do you want to find out?"

She was testing him, again, like always. Stepping back from it all, basically making it all his idea, so she could remain the pure little wife. "Feel my cock and tell me if I want to find out." She reached down and felt his extremely hard cock, "MMMmmmmmmm I guess you do." He had her unzipped and stepping out of her jeans and with pulses racing. He pushed her back on the bed and started to lick her very well shaved, wet pussy, "This is what your bull is gonna do to this pussy." "MMMMMMMMMMMMmmmmmmmm you think so " RING! The sound almost seemed defining, she tried to get up, but her husband held her down, continued to lick her soaking wet pussy and whispered, "Answer it." She pushed "talk" and said, "Hello."

"Is this my white slut?" "Yes." "I'm sitting here with a hard fucking cock thinking about you. Where's Cuckold Bitch." "He's here." "Are you going to wear what I told you in the email?" She responded trying not to let on that she was grinding her pussy into Cuckold Bitch's face, "Yes if you want that." He said, "Oh fuck yeah I want that. Listen, you have a massage appointment downstairs in a half hour. Don't worry about showering or anything, a friend of mine is going to take total care of you down stairs and you'll love her. Just do not forget this phone and when you go, send Cuckold Bitch to my room down the hall #218. OK slut." "OK."

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The knock on the hotel door seemed innocuous enough, neither of the occupants of the room had any reason to suspect that it could be anything other than room service.

Bill and Anne had traveled overnight, catching the red eye from Fort Lauderdale to arrive at London Heathrow early in the morning. They had slept for an hour or two, trying to adjust to the six hour delay from continent to continent.

Their two weeks doing Europe started in earnest, tomorrow, with a scheduled bus ride around the 'Old Town' of London, taking in Buckingham Palace, Westminster Cathedral and the new to the programme, Princess Diane's Garden in Hyde Park. For the next few days, England, or at least the bit that really mattered, would be visited, snapped and filed away for winter nights in front of the video player, then to be digested in manageable chunks.

Bill roused himself from the comfort of the couch with an effort, grunting at the sudden and unexpected intrusion to their leisure time. He didn't remember ordering anything to eat, but these crazy British had some funny ideas about hospitality, perhaps it was teatime for the Limeys.

He disregarded the eyepiece in the centre of the door, electing instead, to grasp the brass handle, open it and see who had the balls to disturb him at this ungodly hour.

The first Anne knew that there was something wrong was as Bill barrelled backwards through the door to the antechamber, arms flailing in cartwheel fashion, into the living accommodation they were sharing. His shoe heel caught the edge of the Wilton centre rug and all one hundred and eighty pounds of him fell flat on his back.

Five people dressed in dark blue coveralls with balaclava ski masks over their heads, closely followed him. Only their eyes and mouth were visible. Anne began to scream, promising to go through several octaves until she hit top 'C'. A sharp slap to her face from the nearest of the strangers stopped the mounting crescendo in mid-climb. She stood, in the middle of a floor rug, her arms akimbo, her mouth a perfect 'O' of surprise. Anne had never been hit before. Although the blow to her face was not really painful, the shock to her system was enough.

A knife appeared from the depths of one of the coveralls and was thrust against Bill's windpipe. "Move and he dies." The point pricked his skin, drawing a bead of blood to emphasise the point.

The five intruders were well versed in what they were about; moving in confident and practiced, perhaps even well rehearsed choreographic manoeuvres. Four detached from the phalanx that had pushed Bill backwards, circling the prone and gasping figure of her husband at compass points of north east and west, south east and west, just where his limbs happened to be. They each grabbed an arm or leg and picked him up, ignoring his feeble struggles to carry him to the giant centrered low-level, marble topped table. The fifth member of the group had produced from a pocket of his coveralls, four short pieces of white rope. Bill was bound fast at wrist and ankle to the coffee table with a material gag tied around the back of his neck. Bizarrely, the four then picked up the table with its burden and stood it on end against the wall. In effect, Bill was standing, but tied securely in a classic spread-eagle position.

The whole operation had taken a very short space of time; too fast to really appreciate just what had happened. Ann stood stock still, arms hanging limp at her sides, too confused to assimilate the events unfolding in front of her until, in unison, the five grabbed her and forced her to the floor.

Four of the assailants gripped her wrists, ankles and pinned her to the floor as if crucified while the fifth fumbled with the zipper of their suit. His cock emerged, flaccid, but large enough. Anne's eyes bugged while her mouth opened to emit another ear shattering scream. It was a mistake; a steady golden stream of piss hit her full in the face, filling her mouth until she managed to spit it out and turn her face away. The stream continued while her aggressor laughed, hitting her ear and soaking her hair. Anne struggled and tried to articulate, but only managed to get more of his piss on her tongue and feel the strength of those who were holding her down.

At last, his bladder vented, he knelt astride her body, knees either side of her, his cock still hanging out of the blue suit. She turned to stare defiantly at him, then, wished she hadn't. His tongue stuck out of the mouth hole of the balaclava, it seemed more obscene than his cock had. But, that wasn't the problem. A hunting knife had been brought out of a hidden sheath. To Anne it looked huge, big enough to go all the way through her and out the other side. The attacker on her right, lifted Anne's head enough so that she could see between her breasts, what was to happen next.

Sit sitting on her, he lifted the fabric a slid the wickedly sharp blade under her blouse, the cold of the steel touched her skin; she shivered at the touch and pleaded for her life. As if from a long way away, she heard Bill offering money, anything they had, if they would leave now. He was ignored. Anne was frightened stiff, her mouth clamped shut.

Slowly, the blade slid up her torso, from her stomach. The blouse parted easily, the cloth separated like butter at the touch of a hot knife. Gradually; inch by inch, he slit the garment open until it lay in rags, either side of her, exposing her white cotton bra and freckled skin. She had goose bumps, a throw back to a primeval response to danger. His tongue had stayed out all the time, slate grey eyes creased in obvious enjoyment, stared out from the eye holes of his hood. He slipped the point of the knife under the joint between the cups of her bra, the serrated back edge scraping the delicate skin between her breasts. Anne held her breath, frightened that he would stab her accidentally with the movement of her chest.

With a deft flick of his wrist, the blade cut through the thin material, her breasts sprang apart, no longer held in place. He pulled the strap up where it disappeared over her shoulder; he cut it and did the same to the other strap and threw away the useless bra, then studied her exposed tits. He licked his lips as he prodded the soft tissue of her aureole with the tip of the knife; he laughed as she gasped in total fright. The point seemed to be cutting into her, slicing as if taking off her nipple. He hadn't pierced her skin, but the threat and implication was more than enough to sharpen her mind to the predicament she was in.

His cock was still out from his coveralls, lying on her naked stomach. Looking at it over her nose, Anne saw a drip of his piss leave the slit to fall on her skin. He noticed her staring and growled at her; do you want it cunt? She shook her head, too frightened to answer him.

Bill yelled at her to let them do anything they wanted. Again, he was ignored.

"Put her on the sofa." He ordered. The obvious leader got up from sitting on her, his cock swinging loosely to allow his colleagues to lift her up and sit her on the settee, feet on the floor and her ass on the seat. One of them stepped behind her and grabbed her hands to lift them over the back of the leather back and hold them in a vice like grip. The position lifted her tits. Another held her ankles together, stretching her on the edge of the sofa.

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"This is really scary," she said in an obvious nervous tone, but her husband reassured her with, "We'll just see what happens and we don't have to do anything, but you know it's going to be exciting as hell." This was their first time playing outside their 18 year marriage and she was a virgin when they met. Over the years he'd told her how he wanted her to have sex with another man, a black man. Not just a black man, but a big, hung, muscular, sexually aggressive, dominant black man. They'd been wondering, fantasizing and chatting about the slut wife, cuckold husband, interracial sex experience for years. Now they were driving to the upscale hotel to get a room where their dark dream already has a room. They found him through the local swing club and from hot emails, instant messaging and web cam meetings they believe he's the dominant black bull of their dreams. The last e-mail he sent to them included specific instructions on everything he wanted, in fact, demanded of them leading up to their meeting.

They got to the room and shortly after arriving, while they were putting their cloths away for the weekend, there was a knock on the door. She looked at her husband with wide eyes and ran into the bathroom. He answered the door and it was the bellboy, who had delivered a picture cell phone with a note that read, "Turn me on sluts." He went to the door and told her it was safe to come out. "It was the bellboy." She came out and they both started to laugh. He handed her the note and phone and she obediently turned it on. It was the first major step she'd ever taken and her heart raced when she heard the beep of the power button. Her husband poured two drinks and they began to relax, she ran around the room like a teenager collecting the shampoos and soaps, like she always did, but her husband's mind was racing and heart pounding, as he thought to himself, "I can't believe this is finally happening. Fuck, I hope it happens." He got horny thinking about it, walked up behind her and unhooked her bra, as she sipped her wine. "Ohhhhhh, I thought you weren't supposed to do this," referencing the black bull's final instruction. "I can do this," as he felt her tits from behind and rolled her hardening nipples between her fingers, "I just can't make you cum or fuck you." She moaned in a pleasing way as he turned her around, roughly pulled her top up and started squeezing her tits together, sucking them and saying, "Is this what your bull's gonna do?" She was getting noticeably hot and softly, coyly said, "MMMMMMMMmmmmmm I don't know. Do you want to find out?"

She was testing him, again, like always. Stepping back from it all, basically making it all his idea, so she could remain the pure little wife. "Feel my cock and tell me if I want to find out." She reached down and felt his extremely hard cock, "MMMmmmmmmm I guess you do." He had her unzipped and stepping out of her jeans and with pulses racing. He pushed her back on the bed and started to lick her very well shaved, wet pussy, "This is what your bull is gonna do to this pussy." "MMMMMMMMMMMMmmmmmmmm you think so " RING! The sound almost seemed defining, she tried to get up, but her husband held her down, continued to lick her soaking wet pussy and whispered, "Answer it." She pushed "talk" and said, "Hello."

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I was out looking for a woman to kidnap and make my sex slave and I decided to stop at a popular fast food place for a burger and fries. It was close to midnight and only the drive-thru was open. When I pulled up to the window to pay I was greeted by one of the most beautiful young women I have ever seen. I knew instantly I had to have her somehow. She is 24, has blond hair that is wavy and comes down to her shoulders, has sparkling blue eyes, stands 5' 8", weighs 125 lbs., has 34B tits that are just large enough to be a mouthful, firm, tight ass (slowly becoming looser thanks to being fucked and plugged by yours truely), and a very tasty and tight pussy.

Since I was looking for someone to kidnap I had my kidnap kit with me. The kit is equipped with 2 handcuffs, 2 anklecuffs (in case of a double kidnapping), a roll of 2 inch wide duct tape, 2 leather blindfolds, a ballgag, a penis gag, 4 scarves, a few lengths of rope, a steak knife, some plastic zip-ties, and a stun gun.

The goddess who was working the drive-thru, (her name is Kayla), asked me to pull to a parking spot in the parking lot and she would bring my food to me in a couple minutes (how little did she know how right she was!). The parking lot was dimly lit and I decided to take a chance and kidnap Kayla when she brought my food to me if there were no other people around. I did a quick scan of the area when I saw Kayla come out of the building and approach my car, picked up my stun gun, and got ready for the attack. When she got to the driver's side door I open it up, jumped out and zapped her with the stun gun. She went down like a sack of potatoes. I grabbed her, opened the back door and tossed her in. I picked up the bag of food and got back in my car and quickly drove away.

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When I was 21, I went to Turkey on holiday with a couple of friends. As girls do, we went out to party in the resort where we were staying. As it was summer and very warm, we were all wearing skimpy tops and very short skirts to show off out well shaped tanned legs and arms. While we were walking towards the next bar, I got separated from my friends. Being tired and a bit drunk, I decided to find my own way home. So I walked the streets for an hour or so, before realizing I was totally lost.

Just as I decided to get a taxi, a police car pulled up next to me. A Turkish policeman got out and bundled me into the car. I sat in the back terrified, wondering what I had done wrong. I tried to speak to them, but the two policemen ignored me. Neither of them appeared to understand English. As we drove down along the dark streets, I started to panic. I didn't know where I was, where they were taking me, and what they intended to do to me.

We soon arrived at a small police station which consisted of a dingy looking office and one police cell. In the cell, there was a group about 15 rough looking men who leered at me as I walked in escorted by the two policemen. In the office there was only one other policemen, who looked like he was in command.

I tried to speak to the commander in English. He glared at me with disdain and motioned to the cell, taking my hand bag from me. The other two grabbed me and dragged me to the cell. To my horror, they opened the cell door and threw me in amongst the men there.

At first I cowered in a corner as they all closed in on me, leering with evil grins on their unshaven faces. Then, in unison they all charged forward and grabbed out at me. I kicked and screamed and as they carried me into the center of the room shouting in Turkish. Several of them pinned my arms and m legs to the floor, immobilizing me face up on the stone floor, as others ripped off my skirt, my top and my panties in a brutal frenzy. And then the gang rape began.

I cried out as the first cock rammed in my pussy. Above me a bearded middle-aged face panted and grunted as he fucked me hard. I cried out, begging the police to save me. But no one came to my rescue. It was not long before his face converted into an ecstatic snarl and I felt his hot spunk shoot into me. The next one was in me within a second, as another Turkish cock hammered deep into my pussy. I cried out, sobbing, but was drowned out by the jeers of the men around me. I felt him explode inside me with a cry of joy and I screamed, pleading them to stop. As I lay there helplessly, I moaned and cried out constantly as I felt one cock after another assault my tender pussy. Again and again the men took their turn to rape me as they thrust their eager cocks into me and came ecstatically in my pussy, oblivious to my sobbing pleas.

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You are unfamiliar with the L.A. streets and somewhere south and east of the airport, you find yourself lost in the dark in a very questionable neighborhood, run down, full of signs in lanquages you can't read. Suddenly, an old van with a big wooden bumper rear-ends your rented Toyota, driving it up over a curb. When you recover from the shock of the collision, you reach for the door handle, to get out and look at the damage.

As soon as you get out, someone grabs you from behind. A coarse sack, burlap or jute, is pulled down over your head, and your arm is twisted behind you, by someone you can't see. "Don't make a noise, Anglo bitch, or you are dead right now." says a voice which sounds as if the teeth are clenched. In seconds, you are dragged into the van and pushed to the floor. You can feel it back up, stop with a lurch, and then move forward, making several turns, probably turning at every intersection.

Strong hands roll you on your back. Counting hands, there must be at least three men. You feel the hard steel floor of the van against your back; it is a cargo van, no seats in back. Probably no windows, either, you realize. Unless there were witnesses to the ramming and abduction, no one could know where you are.

You feel cold steel against your throat, under the bag which covers your eyes. "Listen, Sweetie, you are going to do everything you are told to do, and you are not going to scream or struggle or talk back; otherwise, you die right now. Understand?" The point of the knife presses painfully into your skin.

"Yes," you croak, your throat dry with terror. You feel them pulling your arms above your head, and apart. Your wrists are tied to something, maybe the front seats of the van. They are using wire; it bites into your skin. They take your Reboks and tie your ankles, using wire again, pulling your legs straight and apart. You are spread-eagled, entirely helpless and vulnerable. Your breathing is rapid. You are hyperventilating and might become light headed, blowing off too much carbon-dioxide, except that the sack over your head restricts the air flow, compensating for your panicky panting.

You are wearing a flannel shirt and jeans. The knife point slides down your neck, until the blade encounters the first button of your shirt. There is a little tug, and the button flies off. You actually hear it strike the metal wall of the van. Men laugh. You smell marijuana.

You can feel another tug at your shirt. The second button is cut off. Then the third. And the fourth, and the fifth, which is down by your navel. Someone pulls the tail of your shirt out of your jeans and cuts the last buttons. They didn't have to cut them off. You know you can never wear that shirt again. Will you die naked? The flannel is pulled back, baring the front of your body.

The sharp blade, double edged, slides along the midline of your tummy. You wonder, is it drawing blood? How can you be so detached, so clinical? Does it have something to do with being blindfolded by the sack? You cannot see who is assaulting you, so you must concentrate on what you feel. You feel the blade pause, between your breasts, and lift, and suddenly your bra springs away from your breasts, leaving them exposed. Almost instantly, strong, masculine hands grasp your breasts. They are big hands, able to engulf your B-cup breasts, and they are rough, calloused hands. They squeeze and knead your breasts. These men have no respect for your body.

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The following is a true story about my wife Patti. My job required that I move around a lot as a manager. In 1999 I was assigned to our plant in Fayetteville, NC, my hours were long and I would get home around midnight every day. We settled in bought a new home and started making friends. Patti has always liked black men. She had a black boy friend when she was in high school and fucked him often.

A little about Patti: she is in her mid 40's, 5 7, 140 pounds with 38DD breasts, blue eyes and blond hair. She has very large nipples that if you play with them she will cum. Her pussy is just as sensitive, rub her clit and she will go crazy. She loves to get on top of a dick and ride as well as into a 69 position. She loves to suck a dick, and I must say, is very good at it. Patti always takes her bath just before going to bed; she puts on a long nightgown with panties and bra. She always does this with no exception that I knew of until Tom came along.

One day we both went into a local business and computer store, the attendant, I will call him Tom (Not his real name), was very helpful with what we were looking to buy. He was a very large black male in his mid 40's. I could see that he was attracted to Patti by the way he was looking at her. I could also see that Patti loved the attention and was attracted to him.

We all talked for awhile and then left the store, but before leaving we exchanged phone numbers, as I was interested in his help with my computer at home. In a few days he called and after a few minutes I suggested he come over to our house. He arrived and we worked on my computer for awhile, then set on the back porch talking between us three. We all were getting along great. He asked if he could stop by sometime and talk to Patti, I said sure. After he left I told Patti to call me if he wanted to stop by.

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When I was a nineteen year old college girl, I used to work evenings in my local corner shop to help supplement my studies. One particular evening I was working alone, and being naive and self-confident, I didn't imagine there could be any problem in working alone in a shop. After all, what bad could happen?. That night I was about to find out.

It was a spring evening and I was dressed casually in a short thigh length mini skirt and a tight top with short sleeves. There were no customers so I started stacking some cigarettes in the shelves behind the counter, I heard the door open and looked round. It was a women called Elaine. It was clear she had been working late as she was still in office clothes, a knee length close fitting business skirt and a white blouse. We greeted each other and chatted briefly as she bought a women's magazine and some milk. I always loved when she came in the store. She was so pretty and slim, with her long blond hair, and she always looked so sophisticated in her suits and skirts. As she was in her mid-twenties, I always looked up to her and so wanted to be like her. I always imagined her to be cultured and refined. I wanted to be just like her and to know her better. And that night I did get to know her better in a way I did not expect.

Just as she was about to leave, three men burst into the shop. They were dressed all in black, and their heads were covered in balaclavas with slits cut for their noses, mouths and eyes. Before either of us could scream, two of the men grabbed Elaine and I, covering our mouths with their gloved hands, and bundled us into the store room, while the third rummaged through the till.

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The knock on the hotel door seemed innocuous enough, neither of the occupants of the room had any reason to suspect that it could be anything other than room service.

Bill and Anne had traveled overnight, catching the red eye from Fort Lauderdale to arrive at London Heathrow early in the morning. They had slept for an hour or two, trying to adjust to the six hour delay from continent to continent.

Their two weeks doing Europe started in earnest, tomorrow, with a scheduled bus ride around the 'Old Town' of London, taking in Buckingham Palace, Westminster Cathedral and the new to the programme, Princess Diane's Garden in Hyde Park. For the next few days, England, or at least the bit that really mattered, would be visited, snapped and filed away for winter nights in front of the video player, then to be digested in manageable chunks.

Bill roused himself from the comfort of the couch with an effort, grunting at the sudden and unexpected intrusion to their leisure time. He didn't remember ordering anything to eat, but these crazy British had some funny ideas about hospitality, perhaps it was teatime for the Limeys.

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It was another hard day at the office, I was pretty much frustrated with everything and thought I'd be much better off if I just left and got away for a while. So I decided to leave and take a drive. While I was out I thought I would stop by and visit with my old friend Linda. She's always good for making the day better, so a quick little detour and there I was in front of her house. I had to park down the street because there was a maitanance crew set up that had the road blocked off for the driveway. They must have been on break, because their trucks were parked with orange cones around the work area, but no workers were visible to see me as I walked to her front door. Afterall she's a married woman and I wouldn't want word to get back to her husband that she'd been getting frequent visits from a black man.

When I made my way up the stairs andto the front door I glanced in the partially open blinds and WOW what I saw was incredible. My pretty white girl friend was receiving some maintananceof her own from the road crew. Linda was lying on her back with her legs spread wide and a big black man about 25 years old, wearing orange coveralls, was on his knees, with his face buried between them. There were two other white men beside her in orange coveralls, each holding one of her ankles up high in the air and using their other hands to reach up under her grey top to explore her big breasts. There was one other big black man setting in a chair in the corner, drinking a Corona and apparently directing the others. Linda looked as if she was in COCK HEAVEN, she had the zippers of the two men at her side open and slowly checking out each of thier tools while her cunt was getting a good tongueing from the younger black boy and he had some rather thick lips that clamped tight on her suit pussy the entire time. Every now and then he would pull his lips away and stick his tongue out to work her clit in circle, Hell his tongue had to be four or five inches long, he probably could have fucked her with it.

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My name is Allison. I'm a 25 year-old, white, female. I have shoulder length blond hair and green eyes. I'm about 5' 6" and 130lbs. I'm fair skinned and have long legs which I used to attract my white husband, Matthew. We live in a rich neighborhood by the beach. Our house is pretty nice, three stories, and has lots of windows. Matt is a young, prominent executive at an advertising company. Matt was working a lot of hours to move ahead in the company, but he was denied a promotion by his black boss, Jerry Coleman. After that, Matt would come home fussing about Jerry. He said that a black man shouldn't have that job and should get fired. Shortly, I began to agree with him. I was raised in a southern family, where the black man was not equal to the white man. I knew that Matt was not openly racist, but his words let me know his feelings.Well, one month passed after the promotion ordeal, and Jerry suddenly let Matt have a big case. Jerry said that if Matt could pull off the deal, then he might talk to the higher-ups about giving Matt a promotion. Matt just had to talk with a client over dinner way out of town. Matt had to get a hotel room because the drive would've been too long for him. I never knew Matt to be able to "stay up" for long. He took my virginity when we were married, and I've never known anything bigger than his 5" cock.

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OK, I’m a bit of a pervert, I admit it. I am a High School Physical Education teacher, and the assistant coach of the men’s basketball team. I am 45 years old, and have been working at this school for about 18 years. While I have never had an improper relationship with a female student here, I admit to be an addicted peeping tom.

My office has a common wall with the girl’s locker room. Many years ago, I set up a peep hole that allowed me to see the girls as they exited the shower. With modern technology, I was able to set up a series of hidden cameras that give me almost every possible view of the room, from the showers themselves, to each row of lockers. I’ve only had the cameras up and running this past year.

Over the years I’ve seen a lot. Obviously, I’ve seen most of our female students naked. I’ve also seen girls masturbating, I’ve seen a few lesbian activities, and surprisingly I’ve seen many girls bring in their boyfriends and have all sorts of sex. Its always strange to see these kids in class or in the hallways, when I’ve seen them sucking or fucking each other after school for my private enjoyment.

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Susan could not believe what she was reading. 30 seconds ago a large white van had pulled up in front of her home. 10 seconds ago a tall heavily muscled man had rung her doorbell and without saying a word had handed her a piece of paper.

"We have your daughter, we will rape her to pieces and you will never see her again unless you follow all instructions."

This had to be some kind of sick joke, she tried to convince herself, but one look into those cold unfeeling eyes and she knew something was terribly wrong.

"Where is my daughter, what do you want from me, how do I even know if you really have her?!" she asked in rapid succession.

The man said nothing for a moment, and then, "Get in the van and I will take you to her. This is your only chance. When I leave here you will never see me or young Jenny again."

He knew her name, My God he knows her name! She had to go with him. Susan was a strong woman and a good mother, "I will find a way to get my daughter back no matter what it takes, no matter what I have to do. Just hold on Jenny, Mommy is coming! " Susan vowed to herself.

She allowed the man to handcuff her, put a blindfold on and swallowed the 3 pills he gave her. She was led to the van and was fast asleep within 5 minutes.

When Susan woke up she was lying on a large bed in a room with no other furniture, and no windows. Her blindfold and handcuffs had been removed and there was a bucket of chicken and warm soda laying on the floor next to the bed. She was groggy from the sleeping pills she had taken and her mouth was exceptionally dry, so she drank the soda. She got up and tried the door. It was locked but as soon as she turned the handle, an alarm went off. Shortly two men came into the room. One was the asshole who had brought her here. The other was a huge semi-retarded buffoon.

"Susan It is time to begin your rape training. I want to explain the terms and conditions of your release and what is required to ensure your daughter's safety. You may call me John. I will be your primary master. Me and my friend have one thing in common -- we enjoy rape. I prefer beautiful, attractive adult women like yourself. You will give yourself to me completely. I want to break you, to crush you. I will savor every humiliation that you will endure. You will kneel before me, suck my fat smelly dick and pretend to like it. You will beg me for the privilege of licking my ass. Best of all, you will spread your pretty, pink, pussy lips wide before me, tell me that you love me, and INVITE me to fuck the living shit out of you. If you allow yourself to, you might even enjoy the experience. Here is the best part, I will never hurt you. You can ask me to stop at anytime. At that point Bob will become the primary. He will not be interested in you, but young Jenny would suit him perfectly. You do not want that to happen, your daughter would be broken beyond repair by the time he was through.

The rules are simple. Obey my every command, and in a week or so I will be bored with you. You will have saved your daughter, and will be free to go."

Susan could not believe this was happening.

"You can't get away with this, there will be people looking for us. Please just let us go and we won't tell anyone what happened," she begged.

John looked her in the eye, smiled and said, "take off your shirt." Bob started giggling in a high pitched tone.

"Bob go play with Jenny, but do not touch her unless I say so."

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I smacked the woman in front of me hard and sent her flying across the room.

"Strip, slut, get those clothes off and suck my meat!" I growled at her.

"Please sir, don't do this. Get the fuck off me, mother fucker!! Please just let me gooo--ow!" she shrieked and spit.

I grabbed her by the throat and forced her to lie flat on the bed. Then I squeezed until she opened her mouth gasping helplessly for air. She was a cute little thing, a real spitfire too. She was cursing and scratching, clawing at me. But she just wasn't strong enough. I enjoyed straddling her face and sliding my cock straight into her throat.

"Shh, shhh breathe little slut, br-ea-the, through your nose. Calm down. Don't be scared I just want to rape you. You will survive this if you stay calm."

She was making these wet, sexy gurgling sounds. I wanted to piss on her then, I wanted to piss right down her throat...but I was not sure if she would get mad. I did not want her to be mad at me.

Wait, I'm not really explaining this very well. I guess it's a little complicated. I did something once and I guess I knew all along, that I would do it again. My name is John Pressman and I took advantage of my wife. I guess that is partially why she is no longer my wife. The first thing you have to understand is that I love her, I really do. I was faithful to Susan for six years. I tried to make our marriage work.

Susan and I are both Catholics, so no abortions, no divorce. She is a true believer. Me… not so much anymore. When we were 19, she got pregnant while we were dating. I immediately proposed and she reluctantly accepted. We were married and I thought for a few months happy.

Then it happened.

She miscarried. Susan was happy about it. She could finish college and pursue her legal career unimpeded. The only problem was me. She was stuck in a marriage she did not really want; to a man she did not really love.

Susan had never been sexually outgoing before. But after the pregnancy she was almost phobic about it. She insisted on me using a spermicidal condom, even though she was on the pill (Yes it was against church law, like many Catholics, she felt she had to). Susan would not blow her second chance at happiness by allowing me to impregnate her again. I had not really wanted a child at 19 but...I would have loved him. I would have loved my son and my wife and I would have been thankful, proud to have her bear my child.

Susan was a real beauty. The first time I saw Jessica Simpson, I thought I was looking at my Susan's twin. Not just sexy, but sweet, virginal, pure. I was in lust with her from they day we met, and I would have been proud to watch that taut little tummy grow, to see her breasts fill with sweet milk--to know that I had done that to her. But Susan was determined that would never happen. Our lives plodded along. As a good Catholic there was nothing she could do about our marriage. She did distance herself from me though. She became emotionally inaccessible.

After 5 years of obvious disdain, I gave in and found someone who would treat me right.

Beth and I only had six months, but they were unbelievable. If Susan was a good girl, Beth was a randy slut. Every sexual urge I had she was determined to satisfy. She liked oral, enjoyed anal and absolutely craved rape.

In fact Beth was a rape-slut. She simply needed me to smack her around, push her, force her--to take sex from her. I grew to love rape too. My wife found out about the affair, and put an end to it. She still could not bring herself to leave me, but she stopped having sex with me. She forced me to wait over a year without sex. I guess I would still be waiting if IT had not happened. I found naked pics of my wife.

We had gotten very drunk on New Year's Eve and she allowed me to take the slutty-whore pics I always wanted to. There were 23 in all. I realized that I could use them to rape my wife without REALLY raping her. I forced my sweet, Catholic wife to give me all the sex I could handle. I spanked her, talked to her like a cheap whore, sucked her cunt, came in her mouth, fucked her pussy and sweet, juicy ass. I got her to agree to have unprotected sex with me. She had little choice, it was the only way she might stop me from mailing her slut pics to her family, friends and law firm. It was the only chance to save her precious career. Susan did what she had to, and earned the first set of pictures back that night. I'm proud of her.

That's where we came Full Circle. Susan got pregnant that night. The cheating, virtual rape, unnatural sex acts and pregnancy was too much for Susan; she finally decided to divorce me. She was stunned to learn that I would receive half of everything she owned + would get alimony for 1 year. Finally she decided that it was worth it, anything to be rid of me. Poor Susan, it was not going to be that easy.

Heh.

What she did not know was that I was waiting. I had taken additional pics and video of her when we had sex that night. Even though I had given one set back, I had another. During my affair with Beth, I had purchased several pinhole Video Cameras.

It's called a "Sugar Cube CMOS", and only costs about $90. I bought six - three for my bedroom, and three for the den. They would run for 50 hours on a 9 volt battery. It's about the size of a quarter. We liked to have fun in my room while Susan was working. I have dozens of rape movies. We enjoyed watching her ordeals together.

When Susan reluctantly agreed to have sex, she did not know I was filming her. There was one camera hidden at the head of my bed, one in the ceiling, and one in the wall just across from the foot of my bed.

The picture wasn't perfect but it clearly showed Susan being fucked anally (willingly), giving and receiving head. It was enough. A law firm like Pierce, Whitman and Doyle, would never Partner with a woman who allowed naked slut pics of herself to get out--no matter what the circumstances. If Susan wanted to be considered for her huge promotion, and potentially millions of dollars (over several years), she would have to play ball.

Again.

I have a casual friend who worked with Susan's Firm.

"So, Ron, how's my girl doing? We may be divorced but I still care and like to keep tabs on her from time to time. She's not working too hard, I mean it is her eighth month. Gotta look out for my son."

"Well...you know she is a finalist for the last Partner slot. So I guess she's under a lot of stress. They do a deep background check, and you are on probation. I guess the firm does not like to be embarrassed."

Perfect, the time was perfect.

Right after I hung up with Ron, Beth rang my doorbell. Yes THAT Beth. When Susan left me, it was so easy to pick up where we left off. For the past 7 months she has been my woman. I did not love her or anything, but she made me so damn happy sexually. A part of me grew to need her, to look forward to seeing her--to raping her. That's where you came in.

Beth walked in my front door and started bitching about how I didn't treat her right, or give her enough money. She had just been to the hair dresser and her hair had this glossy shine and bounce it did not usually have. Before I had a chance to compliment her she started griping. Beth knew I hated to be bitched at by a woman. It's just this cute thing she did sometimes to let me know she wanted to be raped. Hard. Immediately.

So I smacked her around a little, shoved her into my bedroom, and stripped her. The little slut loved it. But...there was arrogance in her eyes that I had never seen before. There is only so much you can do to a woman who likes to be raped, if you are not willing to hurt her. I guess I had been so grateful to her for the sex, I had forgotten her needs to be truly raped, and to have her reality shattered. A part of me had begun to treat her like a regular girlfriend. Beth needed to be afraid, to be treated like a cheap piece of sex. It was just wrong of me to act any other way.

We'd see how she loved things in a minute. I kept looking at her thick mane of honey brown hair. It hung halfway down her back and pooled around her face.

I don't know why I did it, guess it was just something I needed to do. She just needed to be shown her place. I opened the drawer and put Beth's handcuffs on her. I left her legs free. I wanted her to fight me, to think she might have a chance.

"Oooh, put the Blindfold on me too," she said as I slowly inserted the 4 inch vibrating dildo into her ass.

Beth was ready, she knew what came next. That my fat cock was going to ram her. She was a little worried because I had not lubed her. But, she trusted me not to hurt her too bad.

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John's life had been a shit storm for the past year. He had found out that his loving wife of 16 years was an adulterous slut. Susan had been fucking his next door neighbor for almost 3 months. John had come home early on their anniversary to share a romantic dinner. He was surprised to find his wife naked and on her knees in their bedroom begging that little dicked, prick Ron to cum in her mouth. As it turned out Ron would not be fucking anyone for a very long time. John beat the living shit out of that traitor. He broke his right arm, fractured his leg and snapped Ron's collarbone when he threw him down the stairs. As angry as he was he could not bring himself to hit Susan. He watched her expressions proceed from surprise to shock, on to fear, over to relief and settle on a cool, smug superiority.

"John I am sorry you had to find out this way, but maybe it is for the best. Our marriage does not excite me any more. I think it is time we both moved on while we can still be friends."

John wanted to beat that tone out of her voice, to teach her just what kind of friend he could be, but he was too hurt emotionally, too weak from his wife's unexpected betrayal to give her the beating they both knew she so richly deserved. So he just stood there like an impotent, spineless, de-dicked, pussy-whipped fool and cried for the woman that he loved, and the marriage that was lost.

Tears don't last forever, and when they were spent John was able to concentrate on revenge. Susan's lawyer wasted no time contacting him to begin divorce proceedings. John made good money as a senior computer technician in a large pharmaceutical company. He had been with them since he was 19 and participated in their aggressive 401 k, ESOP and ESPP plans. John was now 36 and had over $350,000 in assets. Susan and her lawyer wanted half. There was no way he was going to let her fuck him again.

So the war began.

Susan demanded $2,000 a month in alimony and child support. John's lawyer countered with $0 in alimony and a petition for sole custody of their 15 year old daughter Jennifer. The look of terror on Susan's face at the thought of losing her only child almost made John giddy with anticipation and revenge. Taking Jennifer away would break Susan. It was the cruelest blow he could strike. It was the most evil thing John had ever conceived.

It was an evenly matched custody fight to start; but once the Judge ruled that John would only pay Alimony for 6 months, that Susan would receive 1/3 of his 401 plan when he RETIRED, Susan's position began to weaken. She had not finished college, and had not held a full time job in her life.

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I want to rape my mom. It was the only way to save her marriage.

{You may wish to See Rape Betrayal#2 a Sister Betrayed first. This story will stand alone, but it is definitely a sequel}

I've only raped one person in my life. It was really an accident, but that's how I got the idea to rape my mother. Let's be clear: My sister is a bitch. A cruel, condescending Mega-bitch. A few weeks ago she erased my Term Paper because I would not get off the phone when she ordered me to. I failed English, because of her. I decided that was the final, fucking straw. My plan was to drug her, take pics of her naked, and humiliate her in school by posting her pictures. It did not quite turn out the way I expected.

I kind of got worked up, taking pictures of her hot, wet naked body. I decided to experiment a little. I sucked her tits, licked her sweet pussy, played in her juicy fat ass. I got my pictures and was about to call it a day. I decided to rest my dick in her cunt--just to see what it felt like. I had no intention of fucking her, I was just curious. It was innocent really.

Unfortunately the drugs wore off, with my dick buried inside of my sister. She woke up. She was squirming, and wiggling and trying to buck me off.  All that writhing and gyrating underneath me... she basically fucked herself on my dick. It was no one's fault; really, it was just a freak accident. However, Susan unleashed something inside of me.

She released a part of me that I had kept under tight control. I realized that I LIKED, raping my big sister. I ENJOYED taking her down a peg, breaking her, humiliating her, wiping that smug look off of her pretty face. I decided to let her earn back her pictures one fuck session at a time.

As I raped her ass that first time, something incredible happened. Susan accepted my right to her body. She realized how unfairly she had treated me and humbly apologized. It was so beautiful. To hear her sincere request for forgiveness through her tears, and fear while I viciously raped her ass--well it meant a lot to me. I held her close and forgave her.

I felt so close to her, I am not ashamed to say that I cried. I had my sister back, my best friend. The bitch was gone, the arrogant, condescending, nasty little bitch was dead (or so I thought).

One rape had fixed everything. That's where I got the idea. Rape had worked so well on my sister Susan maybe it could work on my mom Beth. Nothing else had. I guess she was an ok mom but damn it if she was not a bitch of a wife. My dad was kind of like me, average to good looking, bright but not brilliant. He worked hard, got lucky and had a good job. He was not rich exactly, but was very comfortable. Grandma's death had left him a lot of insurance money plus the sale of their house. We kept the summer home on the lake. Mom and Susan were a lot alike too. Both were beautiful, and looked more like sisters than mother and daughter. Mom was 36 but looked like she was in her late 20s. My sister was 18 but looked 21 or 22.

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Susan had the perfect family. Her mom and dad were a lot younger than most of her friends parents. They had her when they were only 16, the same age that Susan was now. She loved both her parents but she was especially close to her dad. John always made time for her. What other dad was willing to take his sixteen year old daughter shopping, or to the video arcade.

Susan had it all going for her. She was bright, attractive, and well-liked. As her figure began to mature, boys were calling the house more than ever. She was flattered by the attention, and had been out on a few dates, but was not sure if she was ready for anything serious. She figured she'd talk it over with her mom.

When she walked into her parent's room she had no idea that her perfect little life was about to change forever. Her mom was on the phone with her back to the door. "Bill I need you so bad it's killing me. When will you fuck me again? Baby needs her big Daddy to fuck her tight pussy", she purred.

Susan spun around and left the room before her mother could discover her presence. She could not believe it. How could mom betray dad like that?! As far as she was concerned she had no mother. "Poor dad I've got to protect him from that slut/bitch" Susan vowed.

As days went by it became obvious that John had no idea what was going on. He still kissed his wife when he got home from work and massaged her when she was tired. Susan began to look for signs of her mother's infidelity. The time she supposedly spent at the gym or volunteering for Easter Seals began to look suspicious to Susan. Her dear mother had been lying to both of them for years.

To get even more time for her slutty little escapades she suggested that John start working out again at the gym. It was obviously total BS. Her dad was in great shape. He was 6ft 2" and weighed 180 pounds of pure muscle. Susan was always proud of the approving looks her girlfriends gave her dad the first time they met him. But just like always, as soon as her mom made the slightest suggestion, John was all too eager to comply. He began working out every other day, and oh so coincidentally her mom began spending that time with a new charity.