Rape Stories.

What a difference a month makes. I can’t believe how much has happened since I gave myself completely to Matt. I just can’t believe it. I just can’t. I read the entries I have made in my diary its so difficult to reconcile my feelings. Even now I’m still confused. He did love me, I’m sure he did. I loved him totally. I think I still do that’s why I cry so often but in the beginning it was wonderful.

Saturday 31 August 2002
Busy week. I have been modeling for the fashion show, I love this job, I know I will never reach the heights of a super model. LOL. Well maybe I would if I had no boobs and a skinny body but I’m quite happy with what I’ve got. Obviously other people appreciate what I’ve got too as I’m getting a lot of attention, especially from the advertising agency camera man. His name is Matt and he’s so cute. He has asked me out to tea tonight. I’m really looking forward to it.

Sunday 1 September 2002
Wonderful night with Matt. I wanted to look nice for him so I wore my short black dress, its just about the only one I can get away with when I don’t wear bras. I guess with 36c breasts I cant get away with too many outfits without supporting my boobies. Its mid thigh in length, no pantyhose, ( its a warm night) and sandals with slight heels. Anyway I thought I looked hot, my long blond hair contrasts so well with the black silk dress. Well Matt’s been telling me I looked hot all week when he’s been photographing me in various outfits. We had such a nice tea at a top restaurant, this guy knows his wines. I think I drank a little too much !! You know he didn’t even try to kiss me until we were in the back seat of the taxi on the way back to his apartment but he didn’t stop with a kiss, his hand was under my skirt and tugging at my g string. I normally put up a little more resistance but maybe it was the wine, maybe it was that I really liked this guy, but I immediately opened my legs for him. Well when we did reach the apartment we were all over each other . Within minutes were we naked in his bed. Its funny what you can write in a diary, things I would never say out loud, BUT THIS GUY IS THE GREATEST FUCK THAT I HAVE EVER HAD !!!! LOL. I mean it, I orgasmed as soon as he entered me. I loved it, he took me missionary, doggie, me on top. He made me cum in each position.

As we laid together in each others arms afterwards he started talking of my modeling career and how much he likes photographing me. He asked me if I had even posed for “those” type of photos. Of course I Haven’t !!! He told me he wants to take some, just for his own private use. I just laughed and went down on him, he was soon hard again and fucked me so well once more. I actually ended by giving him head and swallowing, something I have rarely done before, but even that felt so wonderful, so natural. I stayed with him all night and he woke me the following morning with his hard manhood sliding into me from the spoon position. After breakfast I came home in a taxi, he asked to keep my g string as a souvenir. I had to keep my keens together all the way home !! he.he. I felt sexy and wicked. All day today I can feel him on me and in me. I can still feel his arms around me, his cock in my puss and in my mouth. I think I’m in love.

Monday 2 September 2002
Why hasn’t he rung? I’ve been thinking about letting him take “those” kind of photos. After all he is a professional photographer. I’m a bit nervous about letting him ( heard so many stories about them getting onto the net). I’m excited about it too. It’s a secret fantasy of mine to pose like that. ( like what?….how exactly does he want me to pose? ) I think I will let him. I trust him. He still hasn’t rung.

Tuesday 3 September 2002
I rang him. Said he’s been so busy. I’m seeing him tonight though. I’m getting wet just thinking about it. I’ve changed over the past few days. Never knew I could enjoy sex so much. He brings out the best in me. I masterbated twice yesterday.

My Diary Part 2

Well I saw Matt again last night….rather an interesting night. I went to his apartment, I wore my jeans and t shirt, matching pink panties and bra. He held me and kissed me, I love a man who can kiss properly and Matt is the best. I go week with desire when I feel his lips on mine, tongues entwining, strong arms around me, moisture was already filling my pussy, I could feel it making my panties damp. He showed me a lot of his photographic work, much of it rather tasteful nudes. I couldn’t help but wonder how many of the women he had brought here and photographed like that but he told me they were glamour models who actually paid for portfolios to be taken. So it was all done very professionally. I believe him. He took me by the hand to his bed. Laid me down gently. Unzipped my jeans and removed the jeans and panties with one tug. Pulled my t shirt over my head and unhooked my bras. They joined my other clothes on the floor. Silken scarves appeared from nowhere. Before I knew it my arms were above my head outstretched and tied to the to the two behead posts. My legs were being spread wide and the scarves tied my ankles to the posts at the bottom of the bed.

I have never felt so exposed or vulnerable before. I had never been tied this way before. I loved the feeling. Matt smiled as he undressed, looking straight up between my legs. I’m always neatly trimmed there, at the best of times my whispy pubic hair does not hide much anyway. He could see I was already moist, I was breathless with anticipation. He was also ready by the look of his manhood standing to attention. Taking my face in his hands, he knelt beside me and fed his cock into my mouth. I wanted my hands free to caress him but he just used my mouth for a short time and then positioned himself between my legs. With his hands under my ass he slid his penis to the hilt with one stroke, my vagina was so moist he simply touched bottom with one hit.

GOD I LOVE HIS COCK !!!!!! I don’t know what it is, the shape, the length or the thickness of his dick, or maybe its just Matt but he made me cum almost immediately. I’m usually pretty orgasmic with other guys before but they need to at least play with my clit for awhile…. As I say I came very quickly and was quickly building up to another giant O when……. Knock !! Knock !! Somebody at the door. Matt stopped mid stroke. No I whispered…….pleading…… He withdrew from my body and threw on his bath robe. Matt I whisper….ignore them….. He smiled and left me tied, spread eagled on his bed and went to the front door, at least he closed the bedroom door. I could hear Matt talking with another guy. He came back into the bedroom as he opened the bedroom door I caught a glimpse of somebody looking in. Don’t freak out says Matt but Terry needs to borrow my tripods and lighting equipment which I have in the bedroom wardrobe, he’s coming in here to carry them out with me.

No !! I shreik but Matt picks up the bed sheet and quickly throws it over me…right over my face as well as my body, I guess all that was visible was possibly my hands and feet as well as the scarves. I was livid !!! Its ok not to be in control of the situation with your lover but this…… Terry comes in. What have we here he laughs and then I hear both of them moving the equipment out to Terry’s Car. Then silence. Finally Matt is back, he kisses me through the cover but doesn’t remove it. I feel his hand under the sheet caressing my thigh and then between my legs. He knows exactly to press my buttons because again I was moaning in extacy as his expert fingers made me cum. Then he was pinching my nipples and cupping my pubic mound and caressing my legs and rubbing my shoulders….then I realized not one but two pairs of hands were working on me !! Matt !! I screamed and he pulled the bed sheet away from my face…….

**** I will continue this nights events later. I’m still trying to analysis what my feelings about it are, why I did what I did, why Matt allowed it to happen. ****

My Diary Part 3

As Matt pulled the bed sheet down to my shoulders I saw Terry standing there grinning. I didn’t even know this guy !! My lover had made me cum, I had moaned like a bitch in heat and I wasn’t aware that another guy was in the room. ( Or had Terry made me cum? Whose fingers had rubbed me?).

Oh God I didn’t know what to do. My wrists and ankles were still bound fast to the four corners of the bed. There wasn’t much that I could do.

I looked at Matt with a question on my face, I didn’t want Terry to see me like this. I was angry, I was embarrassed. But I was also as horny as hell. Matt has stopped fucking me mid stroke to answer the door to Terry and the fingering I had just received had left me so wet and craving satisfaction. But not with two guys. Not whilst Terry was there. I’m not a slut.

Matt kissed me, Terry made some comment about me being beautiful and could he see the rest of me? Matt started to slowly roll the sheet off from my shoulders gradually revealing my breasts. WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING? I yelled, trying to break my arms free from the silk scarves but they held firm, I only succeeded in making the sheet slide further down completely exposing my right breast, on the side where Terry stood. In an instant he was on it, my nipple in his mouth.

STOP THIS MATT, STOP HIM !! But Matt just kissed me deeply and his had went onto my belly, sliding further down caressing my pubic hair. I didn’t want this but I couldn’t help it, I responded to Matt’s kiss. Terry’s mouth was on my breast, and now his hands on my thighs. These guys were taking control away from me. My pussy was getting more and more moist, which they both soon discovered as each of their fingers were on my opposing cunt lips and working their way inside of me.

I had the fingers of two men in my pussy at the same time and all I could do was lift my hips to try to give them easier access. I should have been yelling for help but all I was doing was moaning in pleasure. Damn that Matt !! I really don’t want this, I’m his and his alone, why was he letting this happen? Why was the bastard letting another man finger me? I came. I came loud with what started as a whimper and a moan ended as a shreik. I was straining at my bonds, each man had a finger in my cunt and each was squeezing a tit so tightly it was painful.

The sheet was lost by now and the guys stood back from the bed to look at me. I couldn’t look at them, my head was to the side and I began to sob. My legs were spread wide and I could feel my cum leaking out of my cunt lips and over my ass.

Matt took off his robe and positioned himself between my legs his hard cock at my entrance. I couldn’t look at him. He turned my head towards him and asked me what I wanted. Not this I replied as I tried to turn away again. He pushed a little with his hips and slipped an inch inside of me.

His cock !! I love his cock. He pushed another inch inside. I pushed my hips backonto his manhood. WHAT DO YOU WANT BONNIE? He sounded so sure of himself, so in command. Just do it I whispered. The bastard knows what I want. TELLS US WHAT YOU WANT BONNIE. Don’t make me Matt, just push it all the way in….please…..please.

Another inch. I moaned again. TELLS US BONNIE, TELL US NOW.

He slid further in, teasing my clitoris as he did so. That’s it. The point of no return. RAPE ME MATT, FUCK ME NOW, STICK THAT BEAUTIFUL COCK THE FULL LENGTH OF MY OPEN CUNT, JUST GIVE IT ALL TO ME. Did I really say that? Do I really want to be fucked in the presence of 2 men? Yes. I now am a slut.

With slow deliberate strokes Matt begin to fuck me. I think I came on the fifth stroke. Terry who remained fully dressed untied my wrists, I put my arms around Matt and held him tightly to me. Terry undid the scarves on my ankles and I wrapped my legs around Matts waist as I came again.

Matts strokes became quicker and quicker and we both exploded in a delicious orgasam.

We lay in each others arms. Terry kissed me. I surprised myself by kissing him back.

Matt was talking to me. Terry’s fingers were caressing me. Matt carried on … Terry won’t fuck you today. Next time he will. The next time will be Saturday when we both will be at your apartment to photograph you.

Yes Matt I said. They both kissed me.

Thursday 5 September 2002

Yes Matt? God what have I done? He asked me, no he told me, when I was at my most vunerable. I had just been fucked for heavens sake. I was still high. I cant do this. Not with two guys. I wont. I’m so confused. Why does Matt want to see another man fuck me? Terry is cute. If the circumstances were different it could be nice with him. But not two together. And the photographs, just what does that entail? What should I do? My fingers are down the front of my shorts as I write this. I have to think clearly. No, first I’m going to take “Mr Wabbit” out of his draw. Its about time he visited his burrow again. I hope the batteries still have plenty of charge.

My Diary Part 4

Matt phoned. He wanted to make sure I was OK after Wednesday night. I’ve been thinking about it. I don’t want Terry to fuck me.

Matt says I don’t have to do anything I don’t want.

I told Matt he can still take photos of me though. I did agree to have tea with both of them tomorrow night.

I have stomach cramps. My period is due.

Saturday 7 September 2002 Morning.

Full on period. Wont be doing too much tonight, that’s for sure. I feel like crap.

I also feel upset with Matt, I love him so much, I really will do anything for him but all he seems to want is to watch another man fuck me.

I just spoke to him on the phone, he seemed agitated when I said no photos tonight because of my period.

Men can be so insensitive.

Sunday 8 September 2002.

If I felt like crap yesterday, I feel worse today.

Had tea with Matt and Terry then went back to Matts place. The guys were pretty good actually. They didn’t pressure me. They was no way I wanted sex. I knew that both of them had expectations and I did agree to give them both hand jobs. I even sucked each of them a little. They laid on the bed and I went topless. I made them each cum onto their stomachs. I love to watch a guy cum.

I went home early and have spent most of today in bed. I hate period time.

Monday 9 September 2002

Feeling much better. Had a long talk with Matt on the phone, he’s so sweet. I know he really cares for me. I love him so much. The subject of the photos and a threesome with Terry came up again. I give in. I told Matt I would do it and wont change my mind this time. I don’t want to risk loosing him. He wanted to arrange it during the week but I said no, next weekend. I really do have to psyche myself up for it. I’m seeing Matt…just Matt…not Terry… tomorrow night.

Tuesday 10 September 2002

Seeing Matt tonight !!!!! I’m feeling horny and sexy again !!! IM GOING TO FUCK HIS BRAINS OUT he he. Well at least I want him to fuck mine out, not that there much there. LOL. I’m staying the night, I want him to fuck me before bed, hold me close all night and the fuck me again before breakfast. And then again after if we have time. God I’m an animal.

Friday 13 September 2002.

No entries the past few days, I’ve been too upset. Its Friday 13 today but Tuesday 10 was the worst day of my life, early hours of the morning of Wednesday 11 actually.

I went to Matts Tuesday evening as planned and we made love, not that seems to matter much now.

At about 2 am there was a huge crash and three guys broke in. They were on us before we realized.

We were both naked in bed. They dragged me out and held me against the wall. I thought I was going to be raped and killed. But they had other business with Matt. They bashed him. Just fists, no bats or bars or anything. They were big guys, dressed in bike leathers. I was screaming. The guy who held me pinned to the wall put a huge hand around my throat and said shut up bitch. I was being strangled, gasping for air. They were saying things to Matt about failing to deliver and time had run out.

Then they were gone, Matt on the bed with blood all over his face and me on the floor trying to breathe.

It was some time before we could talk. I wanted to call the police, Matt would not let me. He said we both would be dead very quickly if we did.

I wanted to know what it was all about, it must be drugs. He would not tell me.

Was it gambling? I had to know.

Finally he told me. I’m still in shock. This is what he told me as close as I can remember but I just went numb.

The break in was about me. I had been spotted by a Managing director of one of the large department stores I model clothes for. He wanted photographs of me naked. He wanted photographs of me having sex. He had paid a large sum of money to a motor cycle gang, The Rebels to arrange it. The Rebels had commissioned Matt to do this. But it was supposed to have been done by last Saturday. Matt told me that apart from drugs, gambling and prostitution the Rebels ran several “legit” industries in this State, including advertising and clothing. The advertisig agency he works for is financed by them. He told me that now this had started it must finish, I had to agree to it or we all would be killed.

I started screaming, this was the only reason he romanced me, this was the reason he got Terry involved… I struck out at him, I think he already had a broken nose and I hit him square on right in his face. I was trying to find my clothes to leave, I couldn’t see through my tears, Matt was telling me to be rational, think this through, I must agree to this or I would be very badly hurt. I found my clothes, dressed and went for the door. He tried to stop me telling me he genuinely loved me, cared for me and how I cannot cross this gang. I can look after myself I said as I slammed the door in his face.

My nightmare was about to begin.

My Diary Part 5

Matt has tried to phone all day. I hung up every time. I cant believe he agreed to take photos of me having sex for other people to see. Some old pervert in a corporate office thinks he can pull the strings and see my most intimate of acts. Not this girl !!! . I feel sick. And Matt was being paid to do it. I thought he loved me.

Saturday Evening.

Matt had finally stopped ringing. I’ve been thinking about it, what if Matt was forced into this? He was, after all, bashed very badly for not doing it on time. I don’t know what to think but I do know that in spite of it all I still do care about him very much. And I hit him on his already broken nose !! I will speak to him, I will ring him tomorrow, I just can’t bring myself to do it yet. One thing is for certain, I’m not allowing him to take those photos of me, we must go to the police about his bashing too.

I’m going out tonight, just with some girls, just a movie or drinks or something. Not looking for a guy. Sex is the last thing I feel like right now. And its not going to be a late night, I’m going to bed early.

Wednesday 18 September 2002.

I’m in hell. This is the first time that I could bring myself to make a diary entry since Saturday night. I was raped. Alone in my room in the early hours of Sunday morning. There were 3 of them, bikes again, I’m not sure if they were the same 3 who bashed Matt.

I was asleep, woken I thought by the old song “Hello baby, this is the Big bopper speaking…” Funny how your brain reacts to stressful sensations. A hand slapped my face. I SAID HELLO BABY !!!…..I opened my eyes, hazy….3 shapes….men…. YOU’RE AN AWKWARD BITCH AREN’T YOU? Bedcovers pulled off….somebody sitting on my legs. CUNTS WHO DON’T DO AS THEY ARE TOLD NEED DISCIPLINE.

I see the glint of a knife in his hand, I begin to scream. Panties are pushed into my mouth, the ones I wore last night, I can taste myself on them. GOOD LITTLE GIRLS SHOULD BE SEEN AND NOT HEARD. Hands grab my wrists and hold them tight above my head, oh my shoulders, such pain…… I scream into my panties. My nightdress is pulled forward from my breasts and the knife severs it from top to bottom. Hands on my breasts, nipples squeezed, not squeezed, pinched. I’m so sensetitive there at the moment its agony. Fingers tug my pubic hair.

I THINK NEXT TIME YOU WILL DO AS ASKED. Hands roughly prize my knees apart, a finger is immediately pushed right into my vagina. I recoil as much as I can, the finger burns, scratches me, I’m not moist. My legs are held up, my ass is slapped. HOLD HER READY, IM GOING TO GIVE IT TO THIS BITCH. Hands hold my arms, my legs apart. He spits onto his hand and smears it over my slit. I feel his penis push inside, his attempt at lubrication does not help at all. It stings, it hurts, it feels so big, I know its not, its just I’m not prepared for it.

TIGHT CUNT AREN’T YOU? I LOVE BUSTING TIGHT CUNTS. YOU FUCKING BITCH. I’m crying, I can hardly breathe, he’s going faster and faster, its agony, there is no moisture. He uses my breasts as a handle. He lets out some grunts and collapses on me. I’m gasping for breath. He gets off of me. At least he used a condom. Small mercy for that.

I am dragged off the bed. The panties taken from my mouth. The tattered nightdress is ripped from my body. I can’t stand, they hold me up. Knife at my eye. YOU SCREAM AND YOU LOOSE TWO EYES AND THEN WE SLIT YOUR THROAT , UNDERSTAND?. I nod.

I am dragged into my lounge room. They sit down. THREE BEERS BITCH. I just stand there, I’m still disorientated and I’m sobbing. Whack !! Slap across I back. I fall to the floor. YOU BETTER HAVE FRIGGING BEERS IN THE FRIDGE GIRL, GET UP AND BRING THEM. I only had one bottle of beer. I brought it to them. They pass it around. NEXT TIME WE COME CALLING ON YOU BABE YOU BETTER HAVE A FRIGE FULL. NOW LAY ON THE FLOOR IN FRONT OF US. SPREAD YOUR LEGS. I’m in a daze. I do as they say. My head now is beginning to clear a little. How do they know where I live? How did they get in? Did they break in? Matt has my house key.

He didn’t….he couldn’t…. GET ON YOU HANDS AND KNEES YOU WHORE. Hands lift me and pull me into that position. I feel something very cold forced into my vagina. One of them had gone to the bathroom and was smearing my hand cream into my pussy. Another cock pushing its way in. IM GOING TO MAKE THE LITTLE BITCH BARK FOR THIS GUYS, SHE LOVES IT LIKE A DOGGIE. I Didn’t love it, I hated it. I was crying uncontrollably.

These were the animals, not me. They have no shred of decency, how can they do this to me.? He came. Good. I hope they will soon leave me alone. COME HERE YOU FUCKING COCK TEASER. The third one was sitting at one end of the lounge , naked from waist down, his prick standing up. He made me lay the length of the lounge, face down, with my head in his lap I knew what he wanted. I had a sudden desire to take him in my mouth and bite it off but in reality I knew I couldn’t. Then I would be dead, there would be no doubt. I had to survive this. JUST CATCH ME WITH YOUR TEETH AND I WILL KNOCK THEM OUT OF YOUR HEAD ONE BY ONE. He took my head in his hands and forced himself into my mouth. He held the back of my head by my hair and started to rock my face up and down on his cock. He was taking it slowly, not going too deeply, taking his time to enjoy it. My jaws were beginning to ache and my hair felt that it was being ripped from my skull. Other hands on my back. Tracing my spine and down between my ass cheeks. A finger on my rectum. God No !! I tried to wiggle free. Smack across my ass. Hard.

KEEP STILL YOU FUCKING TRAMP, DO THAT AGAIN AND I CUT YOUR NIPPLES OFF. Faster pumping in my mouth, deeper, I begin to gag. My ass cheeks are pulled apart. The hand cream squirted there. I feel something hard probing. It’s the beer bottle !!! I scream into the cock but he wont let me move my head. The bottle is hurting me, they are pushing its neck into my ass !! I have never let a guy fuck me there, a few fingers are all that I have experienced. They push it deeper, the pain is incredible, thank god that the hand cream is used as lubricant. The cock in my throat is throbbing, it is choking me. I feel it start to squirt. I hate this, it tasted awful, I was going to be sick. It was only 2 weeks ago I gladly offered my mouth to Matt, I wanted his cum, I swallowed it all lovingly… My world went black. A combination of the pain in my rectum. and lack of air to my lungs made me pass out. When I came to I was laying on the floor, cum in my mouth and drooling from my lips.

The empty beer bottle was standing next to me. I have heard how rape victims assume the fetal position afterwards, and that is exactly how I was when I came too. I was laying on my side , my knees drawn up and my arms hugging them into my body. The three bikies were standing over me. One put his boot under my chin and tilted my head up so I had to look at him as he spoke.

LISTEN TO THIS YOU BITCH AND LISTEN WELL. WE DON’T HAVE THE TIME TO CALL ON WHORES SUCH AS YOU SO IF WE NEED TO COME BACK WE ARE GOING TO BE VERY, VERY ANGRY. IF THERE IS A NEXT TIME I WILL USE MY KNIFE ON YOU, YOU WILL NEVER WANT TO VIEW YOUR FACE AGAIN IN A MIRROR, YOUR TITS WILL BE MINUS NIPPLES AND YOUR UTERUS WILL BE ON A STRING HANGING AROUND YOUR NECK. YOU HAVE SEVEN DAYS TO DELIVER THE ORDERED PHOTOGRAPHS AND AS A PENALTY FOR THE LATENESS OF THIS SHIPMENT YOU WILL ALSO BE REQUIRED TO PROVIDE A VIDEO OF THE ENTIRE SESSION. The bikies walked to the door. YOU HAVE A VERY NICE APARTMENT HERE he said as he closed the door behind him.

This and more rape stories were written by Bonnie

The late spring of 2002 was a weird time for me. I lost my virginity, finally. I was 18, going away to college, and have never had a serious girlfriend. Shit I did not even have a date for the prom. Go ahead, say it with me, "Loo-ZER!" I am not a nerd ("No really I’m not! Stop laughing at me you assholes, I’m NOT!!").

Yes I get good grades and like D&D, sci fi, and the occasional comic book. I’m not good at sports, and have a minor Spazzy-Klutz problem. I guess I should describe myself. I’m 5ft 9 in tall, wear glasses and have curly black hair. I’m average looking, but guess I lack confidence. The virgin thing was ok at 14, 15 even. I mean every one was a virgn at that age, except the sluts and the jocks. But when I turned 16, normal kids started having sex. By 17 almost every one had done it in my school except the mentally impaired, the physically challenged (aka, ugly mother fuckers) and the nerds. Nerd girls don’t put out. EVER. I’ve come to realize High School, maybe life in general is about labels. It’s about how others view you, and how that caused you to define yourself. At 17, most people saw me as a "LOSER, VIRGIN, SPAZ, NERD". So basically I was fucked, royally screwed…um, or rather not.

My parents were busy, distant, emotionally unattached. Oh they loved me I suppose, but it was at arms length. I think we all preferred it that way. Then there was my little sister, Susan.
I should have hated her, I mean she had everything I wanted. She was popular, pretty, smart. Everyone loved her, she just lit up a room, was always the center of attention, but it never went to her head. At 15 she was still a virgin, but it was by choice. Guys called the house all the time and she dated a lot. Yup, she had it all.

Here is the thing. She loved me, she idolized me. My sister thought I was the smartest, the funniest, most handsome man when she was younger. She toned it down as she grew older but it was still clear that she did not see me the way the rest of the world did. It meant a lot having one person in my life who loved me. Totally, completely, fiercely. I’d have to be a total shit to piss that away wouldn’t I. I mean who would be stupid enough to risk losing the only perso who cared for them, their only sister?!

Say it with me, "Loo-ZER!"

It was my 18th Birthday. My buddy Ron had gotten 3 six packs of beer, and a couple of porno tapes. No cake, no candles–but it would do just fine.
Um did I mention that I like porn? A lot, a whole fucking lot. Pics, movies, Web Sites, I need it. I like to watch it when I can, Yes I like it Sam I am.

The first tape was pretty hot. Plot-free, just the way god intended. The premise was simple. 3 hot sexy chicks were about to be gang banged by 15 (5 each) guys. Each one would cum inside her pussy. None of this pull out and spay her tits crap. Then she would immediately get powerfucked by the next guy. By the end each girl was a well fucked slut, with a sloppy cunt that dripped and oozed cum.

Very cool.

We had downed our first six pack and had a good buzz going, when Ron got a call on his cell phone.

"Dude, I’m sorry, my dad just got home and he’s pitchin a fit. I gotta bolt. Hey I’ll swing by tomorrow and we can finish watching your tapes. Happy B-day. See Ya."

Ron was nice enough to leave the beer. One good thing about him leaving was that now I could masturbate. I mean it just isin’t cool to pull on your pud in front of your bud. Just felt kinda gay to me. But this was pretty good now. I was in my boxers jerkin off, drinking beer, and watching a hot slut get fucked over and over. It was cool seeing her lose cotrol, the expression on her face when she stopped acting, and came for real. The sneers on the guys as they started getting into it. Some of them got a little rough, just grabbed her, spread her open and slammed her hard. One guy was just bouncing her on the bed, as he fucked her. Her tits were flapping wildly, as he slammed into her hard. "Damn it’s almost like he’s raping her, shit she just has to take it," I said as I felt a major climax build.

"John … can I come in?"

Oh shit, my sister wanted to come in, NOW?! I quickly turned off the tv, pulled up my underwear and got under the covers. "Ok sure come in." Susan looked amazing. Today had been pretty warm and she was wearing cut off shorts and a tank top that barely contained her 34 c tits and exposed her sexy little tummy.

"I wanted to wish you a happy Birthday. Wow you’re a man now, 18! What’s it like, do you feel different? Hey!! You have beer! Gimme one, can I try one please?" she said as she sat at the foot of my bed. A couple of things happened all at once. First having my hot sexy sister in my bed while I was horny was a bad idea. Worse still she sat on my remote, and turned the TV on. The sights and sounds of hardcore porno love filled my room.

{"Uh, uh, uh, uh, fuuuhckk Me, Fuck my tight little pussy. Cun inside me, I need it, I need that fat cock shoved inside of me now!"} My poor innocent virgin sister just stared at the TV.

"John, what are you watching? Oh my god this is a dirty movie. Why are you watching this?"

I decided to try to be casual about it.

"You’ve never seen one Susie? They can be a lot of fun. Sometimes when guys get horny, it helps to relieve the pressure. All guys watch them, some girls do too. Here’s your beer. I think you’re old enough you decide for yourself. If you think you can handle it you can stay."

Susan was curious, and did not want to appear childish to her big bother. Plus here was a chance for her to drink beer. She gulped and coughed the first one down quickly. She was a natural! I handed her two from the cooler, and she laid down across the foot of my bed. Watching porn and getting drunk. She kept asking me questions. Naive, harmless, but in my state they just made me hornier. "Ew gross, she’s swallowing his penis. I’m never letting a guy put his thing in my mouth. John do most women do that? His penis is so big. Is that normal? Have you ever seen one that big. It must be 6 or 7 inches long! God that must hurt, the way he’s slamming into her over and over! What’s that squishing noise?" she asked in a slightly drunk voice as she finished off her 3rd beer.

I was so fucking horny by then I did not know what to do. The funny thing was I barely paid attention to the screen. I was looking at Susan’s tight ass, and juicy tits. I wanted her. I wanted to rape my little sister. I wanted to cum inside her. Suddenly I knew how I could do it. I jumped out of bed, took a beer with me and said, "I’ll be right back."

I ran down the hall to my parent’s bathroom. About six months ago my mom was havioing trouble sleping and the doctor wrote her a very strong Rx. My mom tried it at full strength, but later complained it was too powerful. She slept through the night, and could not wake up until 11 am. She complained that she could not remember anything after taking the pill. In fact my dad had tried to wake her when he left for work, but gave up after shaking her several times.

Mom talked to the Dr. and he suggested she take half doses, and never with alcohol. Mom still uses them but only when she really has to. Even at half strength they are very powerful.
Susan was about 30lbs lighter than my mom, and with all the beer she had taken, I did not want to chance giving her a full pill. I took two from the bottle (in case I wanted to try this again) and put half of one in a beer. It fizzed up at first but then went back to normal. I did not say a word as I came back in the room and gave her the 4th and final beer. I noticed she had been playing with her breasts (through her shirt) when I came in the room. I decided to see just how horny and curious she was.

"Suse you asked me a question before. Six inches is a pretty good size for a guy, but it’s not that big. Mine is bigger. I don’t mind letting you see but you can’t tell anyone. In fact everything we’ve done tonight has to be a secret. Can I trust you?" Susan was pretty drunk now, but she understood that this was private. Still I don’t think she was thinking about my offer to show her my penis when she said,
"Ok John, it’s our secret."

She was still watching the tv when I dropped my boxers and walked in front of her half hard.

"Oooh John, oh my god yer naked. So that’s what it’s supposed to look like, but um, John yer not as big as they are. I mean it’s about 5 inches, right?"

I could not help chuckling inside a little.
"Susan it starts out this size but then it grows when I become excited. Here let me show you. No fair me being naked while you have all your clothes on, " I said as I reached down and pulled her top off. I quickly unsnapped her bra and let her firm breasts free.

I could not help it, I had to feel them. I began playfully tugging on her nipples, rubbing the, rolling them in my fingers. Her tits were firm, heavy in my hands.
Susan seemed surprised, but also more than a little aroused. Her reactions were slow due to the beer and drugs.

"John, whhutt? No wait?!!" she mumbled.

"Shhh, don’t worry, now hold this and watch it grow. Stroke it a little, squeeze him tight. That’s it you’re doing a good job." She was fascinated by how big and very thick my dick was getting. Soon I was at my full 7.5 inches.

"Ish sho big! "she mumbled as the drugs began to take full affect.

"Mmmkeep rubbing me baby, it feels really good. Will you do me a favor? Will you just suck it a little bit? Nobody has ever done that for me. It’ll be our secret. I love you so much. Please baby, after all it is my birthday. "

Susan looked up at me through a haze of "beery" lust for a several seconds. Slowly she put her face in my lap and she kissed the head of my swollen cock a few times. Her small pink tongue darted out and shyly licked me. Finally she opened her mouth and began to suck me off. My little sister slurped, and sucked and licked on my cock for a good 30 seconds before she passed out.

I guess that’s why things got out of hand. I mean this was the second time I had been close to an orgasm, and been interrupted in less than an hour. You can’t do that to a horny, 18 yr old virgin male. Susan started this. I want that made very clear. Let’s review. She willingly got in my bed and watched porn with me. Nobody forced her to get drunk. She allowed me to strip her top, and fondle her tits. She enjoyed playing with her brother’s cock. She put me in her mouth and sucked me like the beautiful young slut she is.

Whatever happened later, she startd our love making. She is old enough to know what would happen. I mean shit, she’s only 15 ( almost 16), I know, I get that. But if she committed a crime, say murder, she would be tried as an adult right? So how could anyone hold her responsible for her actions if it led to murder but not if it led to sex? I’m not saying it is all her fault. We both made decisions that night. I am responsible too.

When she passed out I could not help myself. I knew it. This was it. I was finally getting laid. I did not know where to start. If you’ve never been in this situation you won’t understand it, and really can’t judge it. I had a beautiful half naked, 15 yr old virgin unconcious on my bed. I checked the clock on my wall. It was only 4:20 pm. Mom was out of town and dad did not get home until after 7pm, sometimes later. We celebrated my birthday last weekend.

I had almost 3 hours to do anything I wanted to Susan. ANYTHING, shit EVERYTHING I ever dreamed of doing with a woman, I could do. I decided to make my own porno movie.

I would be able to watch myself fucking Susan over and over again. How many guys in the world have video of them fucking a 15 yr old virgin–who was their only sister? I got my viewcam out of the closet and set it up. I had about 2 hours charge in the battery, and I plugged in the spare for later.

I felt myself getting excited as I slowly pulled Susan’s shorts and underwear off. She looked so fucking hot, so peaceful. It was like she was giving me permission.
I had to touch her. I spread my baby sister open, naked, and helpless on my bed and began kissing her wet little mouth. It was fun but her teeth were in the way so I moved down to her neck and sucked her hard for a few minutes. I wanted to cover her body in hickeys. Her warm nipples clearly needed to be sucked. I spent several minutes there. Cupping, rolling, massaging and kneading her, while licking, sucking and flicking her nipples. First one soft tit, then the other, then both. I did not hurt her, but I marked her.

I marked her real good.

I could smell Susan’s juices now. She was getting wet, getting ready for my cock. I wanted to prolong this, to enjoy her body for as long as I could. I also needed some before and after rape pics. I took a few polaroids of her in compromising positons to go along with the video. Sometimes it would not be convenient to only have a videotape, to need a TV/VCR to enjoy my sister’s love scene with me. I needed a portable version too. I wanted the still pics to tell a story just like our porn movie would. In one I have her holding a picture of me, lying naked in my bed, with her fingers in her visibly wet pussy. I wrote several large signs for her to hold. "I love you Jaz," (her nickname for me), and another,"Fuck my cherry John, I belong to you."

It took time, to pose her just right but they looked like she was awake and enjoying a sex fantasy about the big brother everyone knew she idolized and adored.
At the time I really did not plan to do anything with them, they were just for me. I mean who knew when I would be able to fuck her (or anyone else) again. I just wanted to remember today. After all, it was my Birthday.

My cock was pounding hard now, pulsating and throbbing in anticipation. I turned the video camera on and began setting the scene. "Susan do you think this is a good idea? Do you really want your big brother to rape you? Maybe I should stop. What’s that, you NEED me to fuck you. You ORDER me to rape your virgin pussy? Sigh…ok if you insist baby. If you are such a slut that you can’t help it–since you are begging me for my dick, I guess I’ll help you out. Hmm you look really tight sis, and I’m pretty big you want me to suck you off first? Huh, you want me to make you good and slippery? Ok, give me your cunt, and I’ll eat you little baby."

The camera was filming as I kissed and sucked my way down my sister’s body until my mouth was at her nearly bald, virgin vagina. I peeled her open and began to sniff her. Her scent was intoxicating. I saw her clit hood and began to lick all around it, pressing her button with my tongue. If she had ben awake it would probably have been too intense and she would have asked me to stop, slow down.

She wasn’t awake.

I sucked and nibbled on her clit for over 5 minutes. Her pussy was contracting hard.
I decided to try something I had read about. Clit/G-Spot dual stimulation. While I sucked her clit hard, I put two fingers inside her pussy about 3 inches in I could feel her hymen. Along the top wall there was a rough, spongy bundle. Perfect, I’d found it. I gently rubbed her spot while sucking her clit. It did not take very long. soon she was leaking and dripping, weeping fluids. A trickle became a stream, became a flood. She was soaking my bed, and it was on tape forever.

"Did you like that baby? Such a good cum! I’ll always make it good for you Susie. Now it’s my turn. I’m going to rape your virginity now. Fair is fair. I need it. We’ll be giving ourselves to each other. After all you’re taking my virginity too. We will be each other’s first lovers.No one can ever take that away from us baby. I love you, I love you so much sis. I just can’t help it. You got me so worked up, I have to have you. Now," I said as I got between her legs and lined my cock up at her virgin pussy."

She was very tight, but also very wet. With a little pressure I began to slip my fat cock into my sister. Soon I was at her hymen. I pressed myself against it softly. She gave this breathy little grunt and her face frowned a little. I pressed into her again a little harder and her breathing picked up. I was afraid she would wake up if I fucked into her too hard, but decided to go for it anyway. I pulled out a little and then rammed myself into her hard. I felt my cock break through her barrier, and immediately her blood slickened my dick, making it easier to get in. One more thrust and I was "balls deep".

She let out a harsh gasp and her body recoiled, shook and shuddered as her tight pussy tried to expel me. I rested for a few seconds and allowed her to get used to her brother being inside of her. When she calmed down a little I began a slow rocking motion. " Shallow thrust, hold, hold, retreat, repeat". When that did not wake her up, or agitate her I went deeper, harder, faster.

"Ugh, do you like that Sis, do you like it?! So tight little baby, so perfect. (Slam. thrust, slamm), ugh. Fuck you, oh shit, FUCK ME. You beautiful little slut, I love you. Oh god, oh god not this soon?! Yer making me cum already?!" I said as I came deep, down inside my loving sister.

I stayed inside her for over a minute as her greedy pussy milked me. Then I had a nasty thought. I pulled out of her with a wet little "plop". I reached inside her cunt and pulled out a pink creamy mixture of our juices and her virgin blood. Lovingly I spread it all over her mouth, feeding it to her one finger at a time. I spread it all over her lips, and teeth. then I put just a pinch between her cheek and gums. Slowly she swallowed it down.

When her pussy was mostly clean, I began to suck her again. I left her clit alone this time and only used my tongue inside her. My hands massged her tits and nips. Her pussy was soon contracting again, I could feel it squeezing my tongue, but almost no juice came. It was the sexual equivalent of dry heaves.

Susan was all fucked out.

It felt good to know I had satisfied my woman. I wanted to do it again. I wanted to do it on a regular basis. I wantd her to be awake. Most of all I wanted her to know what I had done, to surrender herself to me. I enjoyed Susan for the rest of the afternoon. I shot hours of video and had over 30 pics. Every 45 minutes or so I was able to fuck her until my dad came home. Around 7pm I dragged her to her room, and cleaned her up. I put her panties back on and a night shirt. When dad came in at 7:30 I was in the kitchen.

"Hey John, happy Birthday son. This is a special day for you. You’re an adult now. How does it feel?" He said with a smile as he gave me a firm handshake.

"Thanks dad, you know it DOES feel different. I do feel special, I dunno like for the first time I really am a man. " I said with a smile.

"I’m beat, I’m going to call your mom, nuke some food and watch a little tv before going to bed. Where is your sister?"

"Finals are coming up we both have to study. She is over at Beth’s house, she said she would probably get in late. I’m just grabbing a snack before I go back to hit the books hard myself. You probably won’t see either one of us for the rest of the night. "

"Ok son, get back to it. Make your old man proud. If you need any help come get me."

"Thanks dad, I really like this subject. I want to DO IT on my own. Hmm, but if I get stuck or can’t figure something out I’ll give you a call, " I said chuckling under my breath.

I gave him an hour or so to settle in before I went to Susan’s room to rape her some more. She was still out cold. From 8:30 until 2 am I fucked my sister 3 more times. I was getting pretty good at it. I learned how to control myself and lasted a good 15 minutes each time. I now had shots of me cumming on her face, closeups of my creamy clumps dripping down her nose, and over her eyelids. I really enjoyed fucking her warm, firm tits. I squeezed them around my cock and came all over her tits, chin, and face.

I could not get enough of my sister. After I rested a bit, I flipped her over (turned her head to the side so she could breathe). I took a few mock anal shots. I laid my cock between her buns and squeezed them tight around me. I thought about trying to fuck her but it was just too tight. I was afraid I wold hurt her. I would never hurt my sister on purpose. So I just played with her ass for a while. Rolling and squuzing, kneading and pulling, tenderly molesting her. It felt so tight and warm in Susan’s ass, her butt cheeks wrapped around my cock I could not help cumming inside it, but I did not enter her anus.

It had been an amazing day and I was tired. I guess I’m kind of a romantic. I went in my room, got my cell phone and then locked my door from the outside. I went back to my sister’s room, went inside and locked her door (in case my dad decided to check on her). Then I got into bed with my lover, and set my cell’s alarm for 7am. I wrapped her naked body in my arms and went to sleep.

I woke up on my own at 6:30 and Susan was still out of it. I could not help it. I had a morning woody, and I wanted her again. This was the best feeling in the world. Sleeping with my woman. Fucking my lover first thing in the morning. I decided she was just moist enough and did not give her any foreplay. It made the fuck even better for me. I really had to work to get it in her. I took my time and gave her a gentle rape. She had been out for over 14 hours and I knew the drugs would be wearing off soon. She was breathing differently. Before it was like she was unconcious. Now it was more like she was in a deep sleep. The longer I fucked her the less deep it became. As my clmax approached she actually began thrashing around and mumbling to herself. "zzz, Mmm, no don’t wannna we can’t…feelsoogood–zzz." I tried to control my thrusts as I came inside her. I rubbed her clit and tits gnetly until I felt her cumming too. I hugged her tightly for a few minutes before getting up to leave.

Then I took all her clothes off and threw her sheets and blanket on the floor. Susan allowed me to spread and pose her body into an "X" and I left her room, locking the door behind me.

About an hour later I heard a tapping at my door.

"John…open up. Open the door now!" she hissed. I had some time to think about it so I’m sure my performance was near perfect.

I opened the door and let her in. Before she could say a word I grabbed her in a tight embrace and began kissing her hard and slow and deep. Mmm, good morning baby. Thank you so much for last night. I will never forget your Birthday present to me. It meant so much, it was so special because it was you," I said before I began kissing her again, groping her tits and grabbing her sweet ass hard.

Susan was shocked, stunned. She must have suspected but for me to confirm it, openly, to be happy about it…she just could not believe her brother had fucked her.

"John…stop it. Wait…stop playing with my tits damnit, and talk to me. Exactly what happened here last night. What did you do to me?" she demanded.

I plastered a confused look on my face and said, "What are you talking about, what do you mean? We made love, several times. You know that. You came in here, laid on my bed, watched pornos with me, let me play with your tits, played with my cock, sucked me off, and then we made love. Don’t tell me you don’t remember! Susan you practically attacked me. You said that this was your birthday gift to me and that you loved me. I tried to resist at first, but you would not take no for an answer. How can you act like you don’t remember?!" I demanded in a hurt, incredulous tone.

(And the Oscar for Male Lead in an incestuous Rape scene goes to John "Jaz" Pressman!")

There was just enoug truth in my story to confuse my sister. Slowly it came back to her. She DID watch Porn with me. She DID, play with my cock. She Did remember me feeling her naked tits, she vaugley recalled putting my fat dick in her mouth, so maybe she really had gone all the way. It was writen on her pretty face as she chewed her bottom lip. She should never have drunk all those beers! She could not blame me for this, I was drunk too.

Slowly she began to cry.

"I’m so ashamed, I can’t believe we did this John. You’re my brother. I gave my virginity to my own brother. Oh my god, I could be pregnant with your baby!"

"C’mere Susie sit do wn on my lap. That’s it. I am so sorry if I hurt you. You now we have always been close, closer than most brothers and sisters, right? You are the only person I love, really love. Oh mom and dad sure, but not like you kiddo. I’m not ashamed of what we did. I liked it, it felt good. You gave me something precious and I will never forget it. Thank you baby. Please don’t hate me for loving you. Please don’t be ashamed sweetie. Now as far as the baby…you know you are not alone right? If it happens, it happens. But you will never be alone Susan, Your brother loves you and will take care of you."

She broke down then and let me hold her. A part of me really did care, I DO love my sister. But there was another part that wanted to fuck her right there.

"Thanks Jaz (sniffle) I needed to hear that. I never planned for this to happen…but, well um I guess I must have wanted it somehow. I can’t believe I made love to you, but I do feel a little better after talking to you. I guess I’d better get ready for school. "

I let her go. I needed time to plan anyway. Time to enjoy her. What was wrong with me? I’d almost raped my sister with my dad two rooms away. With her awake and screaming? I could never get away with that…hmmm?

I went through school in a fog. I decided to ditch 7th period, and I told Ron we’d have to finish my porn party on the weekend. Then I went home to wait for Susan. Imagine my surprise to find she was already there.

It seems she was not feeling well for some reason and had come home early. I heard the shower running. I waited a good 20 mintes before I went to the door and checked on her. I could hear her crying.

Suse you ok in there," I caklled through the door.

"Sniffle, whimper ah, ahem, yeah John I’ll be right out. " About 5 minutes later she came out, I was waiting in the hall for her. I held my arms open for a hug. She seemed reluctant at first, but slowly walked into my arms. I held her for about 30 seconds before putting my arm around her shoulder and leading her to my room.

"It’s been a rough day for you huh kiddo? I’m sorry about that. I’m going to try and make it better. Nw do you trust me? Good. I’m going to give you a nice massage to relax you. I can tell that you need one. "

Uh Jaz, no thanks. I’lll be fine really…"she started before I cut her off.

"Nonsense, get on the bed, and stretch out. Do it Susan, no arguments now, be a good girl. I’m going to do your neck first. Then I’ll get the kinks out of your back.
She really tensed up when I got on my bed next to her, but she did have a big thick terry robe on that covered everything up. I started on her slender neck, wrapping my hands arond her, kneading her muscles, making them pop. Slowly I worked my way down, pushing at her back through the robe. Susan began to relax. She tensed up again when I straddled her body but did not complain.

"How does that feel baby, mmm good you like that. Ok I need to take this robe off you. It’s getting in the way. Shh, calm down, don’t move Susan. I’m just going to open you up. Let go of the robe, I said let GO! Good girl. Now isin’t that better? Lay back down baby. I want you to feel something. Fair is fair. "I said as I pulled off my shirt and khakis, and pulled the hem of the robe up exposing her ass.

"Oh god, John what are you doing! Let me up, let me up now. "

"Shh baby I will, I promise. First I want you to feel this. Feel my warm skin covering your body. Tell me that doesen’t feel good. You feel so good. I’m sorry baby, I have to Suse, I have to. I need you too bad, " I said in a lust filled whisper as I forced my baby sister’s legs apart and fucked my cock into her tight vagina.

"Why? Why are you doing this. I don’t care what happened when we were drunk. I don’t want to do this. Stop it!! You’re hurting me, Y, y,you’re RAPING me John. No, no, no, oh god no!!" she shrieked as I fucked her from behind.

I got my hands on her tits and cupped them. Used them to pull her back into me hard, as I pumped my thick meat into her over and over. Eventually she stopped crying, stopped struggling and just let me enjoy her warm, wet body. I don’t know how long I raped my sister that rainy afternoon. I remember the smallest details though. The sounds of her whimpering, sniffling, her labored gasps and my sweaty grunts. The "Schluck" noise her wet pussy made as I rammed into her tight juicy hole again and again. The stinging tingle as my balls slapped her ass in a fierce rhythm. In the background I recall the relentless pitter patter of water on the window and roof.

When it was over I pulled out and hugged her close. My little sister just curled up in the fetal position and let me hold her.
Here’s the weird thing. Once I calmed down, once it was over, I really did feel bad.

After about 15 minutes Susan said in a small, humble voice, "May I go to my room please." I nodded permission and she got up,.

No, don’t put the robe on. Leave it. I like your body. I want you naked for me," I said and watched her tuck her head and blush as she walked out of my room naked, exposed, humble and obedient.

The idea that I had broken her that bad, made me feel strange, sad–but powerful. After all this was my sister, I loved her. Yes I lust after her too. I enjoy fucking and sucking her, I truly do–but I still love her.

I always will.

I guess Susan was too ashamed to tell anyone what I had done. She did not say a word to my mom when she came home, or even to my dad. Late that night I knocked on her door.

"Susan, can come in? We need to talk."

"I’m scared…are you going to hurt me again?"

It broke my heart that she thought I would ever hurt her.

"Oh baby, no. Never, I just need to talk to you."

She unlocked her door and I came in the room. I grabbed her in a tight bear hug and held her close. She seemed surprised, afraid even and immediately tensed up. I kept hugging her, let her feel my warmth and concern and she slowly relaxed a little. I kissed her very softly and guided her to the bed.

Susan, I am so sorry for what happened earlier. There is no excuse for what I did to you. But I need to try and explain. Baby, I love you. Not just as a brother. As a man. You are my first, my only lover. When we made love it was so amazing, so perfect. I thought we were starting a relationship. I was proud that you chose me to be your first. I guess you hurt me pretty bad when you started acting like you were ashamed of our relationship, of US. It made me kind of crazy, temorarily insane. A part of me just could not believe it, I figured you had to be in shock, and if I could just snap you out of it, I’d have my lover back. That’s what I was trying to do. I know it was wrong. When a woman says NO that’s it. NO means NO. I know that. No matter what I thought you wanted, no matter how many times I made you cum …I should have respected you more. I love you baby, I’ve loved you all your life. Can you forgive me? I messed up bad, but I need you to forgive me. I need you to still love me. Please don’t throw your big brother away over one misunderstanding."

She was quiet for so long. Finally she looked at me and tears welled up in her eyes. She tucked her head and said, "I can’t believe you did that. You raped me. John you raped me, you really raped me. I fucked my brother, and you raped your sister. We’re both sick. I guess part of this IS my fault. I never should have fucked you, I still can’t believe I did that. I always planned to give my virginity to the man I was going to marry, to the man I loved more than anything else. In a way I guess I did. I have to try and forgive you John. I have loved you for so long I have to try."

I hugged her then, held her in my arms for a good long time until we both felt better.

"Thanks little baby, thank you so much. I have to tell you something though. I don’t want you to get mad. Do you promise? I’m going to fuck you again. I have a taste for you now. I enjoy your pussy, and I plan to make love to you again. Often. I’m going to try not to rape you anymore. I want you to willingly surrender yourself to your brother. I want you to like it. Just give me a chance baby. I will be so good to you, I swear to god I will. I don’t want to be a rapist, that’s sick–disgusting. Please don’t make me define myself that way. Let me be your lover. Don’t answer me now, take some time and think about it. "

Susan had a stunned lok on her face as I softly kissed her goodbye. I playfully gave her tits a goodnight tug.

I was walking to the door when I heard her say under her breath, "Never again."

I waited until I closed the door and answered, "We’ll see Sis. We’ll see".

After all it was my Birthday, I had the right to a wish, and for it to come true. Susan was mine, and I plan to enjoy her.

A Lot.

Author’s Note

Hmm, feels kind of weird to be writing this kinda stuff when my country is at war. But I started it…so I finished it.

CNN has been on at work all day, showcasing the various missiles and smart bombs we have at our disposal. There is one, nonnuclear bomb that is 4 times as powerful as Hiroshima. I found myself wondering aloud why we did not use that when we tried to blow up the psycho asshole.

"Just get close and superbomb the bastards."

Some folks overheard me an a debate broke out.

"B,b,b Jaz, we can’t! What about the civilians, the children who would be killed?"

Now here is the thng. I understood what they wee saying. I can see their side. What I had said really did not sound like ME. The things I’m about to say, sound odd coming from my mouth. I mean I’m not above criticizing the President, and I sure did not vote for him. I choose not to have a flag on my car, and I don’t pin it on my clothes. I’m really not that patriotic.

But you know what? I don’t think I give a rusty, crusty shit anymore.

I just don’t care about Iraqui civilians. I’ve weighed the scales and I’m tired of fighting with one hand behind our back. You know what I want? I want this to be the first war where not one American life is lost. NOT ONE!!

No Marines, No Army, No Navy, No Airforce, No Allies. No widows crying, no
fatherless boys, no weeping mothers.
Do not hurt any of my people. I know that is not realistic, but it is how I feel.

I don’t really care about sticking around for a decade running their country. I’m sorry but I don’t care about humanitarian aide either. There are plenty of starving children and homeless people in NON Terroist nations. Tell ya what, after every American is well fed, educated, and hosedp; after every ally can say the same; after every peaceful country has been helped–then talk to me about Iraq. I’ll listen then, but not now.

I have no problem taking a few million barrels of oil, gold, weapons whatever to help pay for ths war. Freeze the bastard and his son’s money. 10% should go to the family of every soldier who dies.

The UN can kiss my proud American ass if it doesn’t like it. Diplomacy is over, PC is done. Debate has run it’s course. A small dark part of me is ready for some "Shock and AWE". I plan to put a steak on the grill, pop open a cold one, and enjoy the fireworks.

This isn’t ME, or at least it didn’t used to be. I know when the change came, I know exactly when the fucking change came. It started when the planes hit the Towers and the Pentagon on 9/11. But I think I might have gotten past that. It hurt, but I would have tried.

I lost my patience with this shit when I saw the footage. C’mon, you know what I’m talking about, dontcha?

They had crowds of Pakistanis, Iraquis, Afghans, Iranians CHEERING! They stood in the streets and burned my flag and their men, and their women and yes their poor, sweet, innocent children CHEERED the evil that was done to my country, the innocent lives that were stolen. A part of me was lost that day, a part of MY innocence. I did not even know I had any left. I mean shit, amnog other things I’m a hardcore Rape/Incest writer. I’m not supposed to have "INNOCENCE". It wasn’t the terrorists that stole it from me–it was the innocent crowds. I expect terrorists, extremists to be evil, to do evil. But women and children?! That hurt me.

I hope I get a measure of my old innocence, my prior kindness back one day, I really do.

All life is precious. I still believe that. Most of the people in the countries I mentioned above have good qualities. I know that.

But sha-know what? FUCK them anyway.
You’re asking a lot if you want me to spend an American life to protect an Iraqui one.

You’re asking too much.

All life is precious, but American life is more precious to me, than an Iraqui one.
So sue me.

There, now I can rest easy.

Pretty good rape story by Jaz

My name is Bridget. About three months ago, my parents and I got in a fight over me dating. They kept saying that I was only 17 and I didn’t know what I was doing. I told them I knew what I was doing, and this just kept going and going. I finally had enough and I ran off to my boyfriend John’s house.

John was a bit older than me. About seven years older, but he’s the one who came on to me. I had nice big breasts and a wonderful round ass. A lot of guys tell me that I have beautiful long flowing blond hair. He first saw me at one of my high school volleyball games, where my ass was on display since I was wearing spandex. He came up to me after the game, and we started going out.

I’ve spent a few nights at his house. Not to do homework of course. I spent about at least one night a week at his house "studying" and I started liking it. So I thought that this move was okay.

I knocked on his apartment door with bags in hand. I told him that I moved out and I wanted to stay with him. He responded by scooping me into his arms effortlessly and taking me into his room to be ravaged sexually.

By the time I woke up, John was at work. He gave me a call at noon.

"Bridget, hon. Call up a friend of yours and tell her to come over at one."

I asked why. "Well, I’m having a little get together, so I thought you’d like to have a friend over."

I decided to call Chrystine. She had looks that matched mine. She was tall, about 5′11 with beautiful, long legs to go with her round booty. Her blue eyes and short brownish blond hair were often overlooked by here perfect, melon sized D cup breasts. She stretched out every shirt she wore. Every guy wanted her.

"Chrystine."

"Who is this?"

"It’s me Bridget."

"Are you alright? Why don’t you come back."

"Don’t worry, Iґm fine. Come over to John’s place and we’ll talk. He’s having a little party." I gave her the address.

It was about 12:50 when Chrystine arrived. It was so good to see my best friend here. I need to talk to someone and she was the one. We just kept talking about life, stress, and other stuff. Around 1:15, the door opened. John and three of his friends came in, Jack, Larry, and Biff.

John spoke up, "Alright guys she’s all yours."

John then grabbed me, took a seat on the couch, and sat me on his lap. His friends grabbed Chrystine’s arms and threw her on the floor. Jack, knelt in front of Chrystine, and then Larry pulled her up so her knees were between his legs. He closed them tight against her head, holding her in place. Larry handed him Chrystine’s joined wrists and he easily held them against her neck.

She was on her knees, bent over, with her head between Jack’s legs as Larry knelt behind her. He kicked her legs out sideways and pulled his pants down. His cock was huge and fiercely erect. His hand reached up Chrystine’s skirt and pulled out her panties and nylons. He then lifted her skirt around her waist and

I watched in horror as he pressed his cock against Chrystine’s cunt hole.

He pulled back out again, and I could see the hard muscles of his belly moving beneath his skin as he started to swing his hips in and out. His erection moved in and out of Chrystine’s crotch hole with a harsh, fast pumping movement, as Larry concentrated on enjoying the tightness of her depths. His hands were on her hips, gripping her tightly as he humped against her.

I couldn’t see Chrystine’s face, because it was between Jack’s legs, but I could hear little grunts and moans coming from her, and knew she must be in great pain and emotional turmoil to show any kind of weakness to them.

John laughed as he watched Larry riding Chrystine.

"You like that baby?" Larry gasped, hammering his hard sun bronzed body against her. "You like having a cock up your cunt hole?"

"Give it to her Larry!" John urged.

His hands rubbing my stomach and clit. It was making me wet. I was worried about Chrystine, but I wanted some cock too. Then he twisted my head sideways against him and kissed me fiercely, laughing at my weak attempts to pull away.

"I love you, Bridget. Your friend looks great with a cock in her," he laughed.

I heard a scream from Chrystine and jerked my head to the side.

Larry had finished with her. The other guy, Jack had thrown her down on the carpet on her belly. He was on top of her, not moving much. His groin was pressed against her ass cheeks and his hands were in her hair, shoving her face into the carpet as Larry stood next to them and laughed.

Then he pulled his hips up and I noticed his long, vertical cock sliding upward from her body. I thought the angle was a little strange at first, and then I suddenly realized that he was fucking her in the asshole!

Now I watched in a strange mixture of horror and excitement as Jack stuffed his long, wide cock down into my best friend’s anus. Her legs were pulled wide as he lay between them. One of his hands was beneath her, moving around under her groin.

My mind was transfixed by the lurid, and obscene vision. My moist pussy was, I belatedly realized, starting to heat up again, and I fought it down in disgust appalled that I could find the sight of my best friend being forcibly sodomized erotic.

He wasn’t being gentle about it either. He was hammering his prick down into her rectum with maniacal speed, really reaming out her bottom as Chrystine sobbed and shook beneath him. A couple of minutes later, Jack started ripping his cock up and down Chrystine’s asshole. The speed of the slapping was getting faster and faster till Jack drove it far up into her and held it there as his body stiffened and came.

Biff was a real nasty bastard, and he wasn’t letting up any on account of Chrystine being tired and submissive. He had a good sized prick, and it was rock hard. He was slamming it into Chrystine’s asshole with a brutality that must have hurt her. From the look on his face, a kind of arrogant, cruel meanness, he was hoping he was. He had his big hands almost completely around Chrystine’s waist as he pounded his loins against her shapely round buttocks.

I could see them being mashed and flattened with each tremendous crashing lung of his broad powerful hips against her. His round cock slammed down her rectum with furious speed and force, driving balls deep into her gut on each down stroke.

Only his hold on her waist kept his strokes from throwing her forward into the carpet. His belly and hips cracked against her with a resounding slap and thump as his purple headed prick plunged up and down her hole.

He knew that the hardest part for her was getting her asshole open around his cockhead, so he kept pulling his prick completely out of her. He’d rub it against her ass cheeks for a few seconds, then poise it at the entrance to her rectum and lunge forward, spearing the poor girl with awesome force.

I was sure he was going to kill her if he kept it up, and from the look on Chrystine’s face, she did too. Biff slammed fully into her and held it there. His hands slid over her belly, jerking her back up against him. He groaned over her shoulder as he pressed his hands into her tits, and his cock blew it’s wad up inside her. He pulled Chrystine out, and threw her on the couch. She just lied there, lifeless.

"Hey John! Why don’t you get a turn on this bitch."

"I got my own bitch."

"You know it isґt fun when everyone don’t get some!"

"Alright, hold my Bridget while I fuck Chrystine."

He took off his pants and his dick was erect. It was twice as long as I remembered it. Chrystine was scared shitless when she saw his cock.

"Like it baby?" He layed on the coffee table and his cock was pointing to the sky.

"Ride it Chrystine." Jack grabbed her off the couch and put her cunt right on top of John’s dick.

It was kind of amazing to watch her kneeling there, legs apart, and see that humongous prick standing up straight from the John’s crotch. You could see just how far up inside her that thing was going to have to go for his balls to be hugged by her buttocks.

John grabbed his cock in both hands and placed it right against her cunt hole. She got off and tried to run for the door, but Biff grabbed her. He held her by her arms and looked her dead in the eyes, "If you don’t John the best fucking of his life, your friend over there is going to be sucking cock for three days straight." All Chrystine could do is nod. She got back in her position over John. The she closed her eyes slightly, then she spread her legs a little further apart, dropping her body an inch lower.

We could all see her cunt mound mashed and flattened against that fat hunk of meat. It seemed far too thick to go inside her slit. They puched her down further and harder down harder, and his cock spread her pussy lips apart, trying to force its way into her.

She clenched her jaw, and lowered further, and her cuntlips spread and spread around that massive rounded pole. Then she grunted slightly as the prong pushed through her cuntlips and the cock sank up into her cuntal tube. She swallowed again several times, and I could see the beads of sweat standing out on her forehead from the ache in her pussy. She bagan to scream, but it was no use. It was 2:00 and everyone was at work.

John was just lying on his back, hands behind his head, watching her with a grin.

Biff and Larry told her to slide her legs further apart, dropping her body down another half inch, then another, then another. I could see that it was pure torture for her, like being in childbirth only in reverse. Inch by inch, that monstrously thick cock moved up into her groaning fuck tube.

She had about five inches in her by now, and each additional inch made her breathing quicken, and her skin flush. Larry put her hand on her shoulders and pushed her lower and then lower, bringing another four inches into her belly. Her face was red and flushed, her whole body sweating with exertion. She grabbed John’s chest.

Her buttocks were just touching his thighs now, and we all knew there must still be another inch to go. Chrystine looked exhausted, and she hadn’t even started to really fuck yet. She slowy began to rise up, letting some of that painful prong out of her pussy tunnel. John would have none of that though. He grabbed her hips and jammed her down fully onto his fuck meat. Surprisingly, she didn’t even yell. The pain was just too much.

John held his hands firmly around her waist, preventing her from rising, making her cunt hold the whole massive prong. He held her there for a full minute, while we all waited to see if she’d faint. Her eyes fluttered.

"I want her awake to feel all of this." Larry threw some water on her and she was back in the real world.

"Let’s go pussy. Shake your little ass." he ordered then. She wouldn’t. "I’ll be happy to keep my cock in you pussy. The sooner I get off, the sooner the pole is out of your pussy."

Chrystine put her hands flat on his broad muscular chest, and weakly pushed herself upward. I could see the relief on her face as inch after inch of red cock slid out of her crotch.

She went a foot up, till the cockhead pressed against her pussylips from behind. She hung there a second, reluctant to drop back, but Jack pushed her down forcefully. Just a small little yelp. She was back down, sliding down onto that bloated prong, taking the entire thing up into her belly till her ass cheeks flattened against his thighs again.

John flattened his hand on her lower belly and pressed inward, rubbing around in circles. I wondered if he were trying to feel his cock in there. These guys were so horny, they didn’t even bother to undress her. His hands lifted her skirt up, fondled and squeezed her buttocks. Then they slid up her white blouse and he slowly unbuttoned it. John was in no hurry to start. Chrystine was so she tried helping John unbutton her blouse.

"Boy, are you anxious for the cock? Or do you just want to get it over, " he remarked.

He then unhooked her bra from the front and started to cup her breasts. Jack put his hands on her waist and moved her up and down.

"I love seeing the pain in your face, Chrystine. You should come her more often. Us four can become great friends." He snickered.

"Start fucking." She started rising and falling , then with more speed. Her cunt was sucking that long fat cock into it more easily as it adapted to the size. Chrystine’s flushed face was turning a strange shade of white. Her eyes were alternately wide open or tightly slitted, as she rose and fell on that long pole.

She humped down against him, slapping her buttocks against his legs in short, quick little jerks as she slid through an orgasm.

"Did you come for me?" She nodded. "You liked that." She just glared into his eyes.

"I think I have a new bitch."

When she recovered she was forced to plunge her hot box up and down the pole again, really sliding her chute over it now as her heightened sexual tension enveloped her body. She came again, dropping straight down from the top of her stroke, letting her body simply fall down onto that cock as she cried out in orgiastic passion.

John grabbed her and pulled her belly down against his, locking his lips on hers as his hands held her buttock and he rutted up into her. Chrystine’s legs spread straight out behind her and they flopped and bounced ineffectually as John humped himself up at her.

Her tits were rubbing against his chest as she humped back at him. Then her eyes opened wide in surprise and gasped and grunted, wiggling herself on his prong. John closed his eyes and his hands on her ass held her tightly against him. He blew up a large wad inside her. Chrystine reached her climax again and then passed out. She laid lifelessly on his chest, with the cock still in her pussy.

The three guys lifted her off John and tried to put her clothes back on. John gave me the clean up job: cleaning his cock clean. I was afraid of John now. I wanted to leave. My parents were right. After I was done, Larry, Jack, and Biff, took Chrystine to their car. All I can guess is that they were going to have more fun with her or sell her off. John now keeps the doors looked and cuts off all communication to the outside. I’m trapped. There’s nothing I can do but do what John says.

I did something bad tonight. I mean really wrong. I want to make something very clear though: this is not my fault. I was scouring the net minding my own business, checking out nice, decent, respectable erotic story sites like Literotica, Mr. Double, Kristen, etc. I’m not talking about the sicko perv sites. Wham out of nowhere I ran across some stories by this guy named Jaz, and they freaked me out. He has over 30 hardcore, nasty Rape/Incest stories. No way he should be allowed on a normal site. I mean shame on them for allowing him to post his stories.

  Yeah, yeah free speech, blah, de blah, I know I’m over 21…yadda, yadda. Disclamiers up the ying yang–I don’t care, it does not matter. I take no responsibility for what happened to my mother. I never would have done it if not for being entrapped by Jaz and his fucking stories. See once I read one, I could not help it, I kept searching for more. I know it sounds weird but I got to know this guy and some of what he said started to make sense to me. I mean, was it wrong…sure. But not a-l-l of it was wrong. Thing is, as sick as his stories were I coulfd have probably wanked off, and moved on. No harm, no fuck. The problem was he gives his e-mail address at the end of every story, and I decided to contact him. If you think his stories are bad, try talking to him…brrr!

A part of me wishes to god I never did.

I guess it shook me up pretty bad, cuz I’m going to try and write about what happened. This story is 100% true. I think somebody needs to arrest this fucker for what he made me do.

Jaz has these "Series". It’s hard to explain. He makes up a set of rules. Then he applies it to every story in the series. That’s it, that’s the only connection. His most famous of these is the Rape/Betrayal Series. He is up to Chapter 8 in it. I read the whole thing in one night.

Here are the rules.
1. It must be a pure rape. No reluctantatfirstIhateitbutnowIloveit Crap.
2. There must be a real Betrayal by someone you have the right to expect loyalty from, someone you should be able to completely trust.
3. There has to be a moment of truth where the victim looks her loved one in the eye and realizes she has been betrayed, and must DEAL with it. No drugs, no masks, at the end she has to KNOW.

I read the whole series in one night, and I noticed somethng. He does not have a Mommy/Son story yet.

I guess I need to mention that I kind of have a crush on my mom. Not in a weird, sick way. I don’t lick her dirty thongs, or cum on her toothbrush, or any freaky shit like that. I have been out on dates, and fucked sluts. I never had a real girlfriend. Usually it’s like hookups at parties. We both get trashed, one drink leads to another we fuck, then go our seperate ways.

It’s just that, well in the back of my mind, I kind of have a mommy itch. I never planned to scratch it, but I KNOW she would be the best. Nice ripe tits, a mouthwatering ass, and the sweetest kindest face in the world. She can still wear a bikni at age 42. She’s not a super model, she looks like a mom. A hot sexy mom, who bakes cookies and fucks her man. I love her ass, it is full and thick, and meaty. The kind you could grab and pull on, and spread open. I just want to bury my face inside her and lick and sniff for awhile. Best of all it would be love. My mom loves me, and I think that would make it awesome. I heard my dad fucking her a few times. The way she whimpers, and moans and cums for him…I. Want. That.

So the fact that Jaz did not have a Mommy betrayal seemed odd to me. I was horny, and I asked him about it, to explain why. Here is the thing. I never expected him to reply.

I signed on to my webtv account when I got home from work and I had several messages waiting. Apparently I may already be a millionaire, COOL! Also there was some amazing home business opportunities this guy from HongKong was just cumming in his shorts to share with me. Then I saw it. I still have "the e-mail". I’m going to type it word for word.

"Howdy John, thanks for writing. I’m glad you enjoyed my Rape/Betrayal Series. Hmm…not sure why I have not done a mommy story yet. Tell you what, why don’t you rape your mom, and tell me all about it. Sounds like that’s what you want to do, right? Just wait till you dad is gone, and she is asleep. Then strip the slut and fuck her silly. Take a few pics, what’s she gonna do? Report her only son, let the whole world know her darling boy fucked her sweet ass? Scan a few pics to me, and add a some juicy details. I’ll make you the star of Rape/Betrayal #8.

Fucktheslut John.

Nicetameetcha,
Jaz"

That’s how it started, that’s what the sick, twisted fucker sent me. I must have read and re-read that e-mail a dozen times that night. I mean was he serious? Was he really ordering me to rape my mom?

Believe me, I ever planned to contact Jaz again. But it did get me to thinking, fantasizing a little. I mean how would I do it? Could I really get away with it? I batted it around for a few days and then asked Jaz to explain better.

"Hey John nice to hear from you again. How to rape you mom? Well I guess there are 3 parts to it.

First you need the opportunity. Get her alone, preferably for a weekend. Attack when she is vulnerable. Maybe a little drunk, drugged, asleep. Handcuff her quick, gag her.

Then fuck her good. Rape every hole she has at least 3 times. Humiliate her, break her bad. You want her shaken up, disoriented, in a state of shock. Take your time, enjoy yourself, do her nice and slow, and nasty.

Finally, make her want to keep your secret. Videotape, Polaroids, Blackmail and Coercion. Once you’ve got the rape on film, she will do anything to keep it a secret. Now here is the critical part. That’s when you tell her to make love to you for the camera, to smile and suck, and fuck you with abandon. Tell her it’s the only way to keep anyone from seeing her humiliation. Tell her that your face is not in the picture. It will just look like she is a cheap bitch caught on tape. If she will make "love to you it is a secret that only the two of you will ever know about.

That’s your security tape. That’s reasonable doubt. The earlier rapes mean nothing (although they are fun to watch). Show that final willing loveslut tape and the jury believes you. Show that tape and her husband hates her, she loses her job, and her reputation is destroyed. Believe me, the initial rapes will be amazing. But it’s the lovemaking at the end that you will really enjoy. When she spreads her legs and gives her pussy to you with a smile on her face…mmm, mmmmDAMN!
Having your very own mommyslut is a rare and precious thing. Take a look at my Rape Confessional Series for more pointers. Enjoy her dude, Jaz"

I realized then that this was not merely theoretical. It would work. I could rape my mom and make her my sweet little cumslut. It was up to me. I had the power.
The only question was, would I use it?
Talking to a guy like Jaz is kind of intense. He makes you think about shit, makes it seem so normal…you can’t help it. I mean think about it. How many of you have ever had a serious conversation about rape? How many of you have had some encourage you to humiliate another human being, had someone willing to teach you how to do it and get away with it?

I’m sorry but you just can’t judge me, until you have. You can’t say how you would have reacted until youare faced with it. After talking to Jaz a few times I knew I wanted to try rape…but I guess the thing that seemed wrong was raping my mother. I figured maybe I would get some little Fratbrat, sororityslut stoned or drunk. I’d get her alone. Then I’d hold her down and rape her ass good. It made me hard just thinking about it. Until I talked to my mentor.

"Dude, no way should you rape a stranger. Big mistake, it’s much more dangerous. It just is not smart. First you gotta get her drunk, then you gota get her alone. I promise you someone is going to see you hitting on her, or see her leaving with you. Here is the worst part. A stranger is going to feel less sham e, and more anger at your violation. She is less likely to kep it a secret. Raping your mom or your sister is so much easier. You can get them alone anytime you want. You can slip something in their drink or food no problem. Best of all they will feel shame that you raped them. They will not want everyone knowing that ther Son/Brother has fucked them. It will ruin the family name. A sister may confide in her mom, but a mother…You can fuck her safely, she ain’t telling nobody. Especially if you have a blackmail tape. " When he explained it to me that way I knew he was right. Besides, I had the hots for mother anyway.

My dad and his friends are huge Penn State fans. They tailgate every home game weekend. They pile in a van Friday night and make the 5 hour trek to State College. Then they party hard all day Saturday, enjoy the game, get shitfaced, and come home hungover Sunday afternoon. Mom used to go but she got tired of hanging around a bunch of drunks, who kept hitting on her while burping and farting.

She enjoyed the quiet time alone.
Sometimes I went with dad, but not always. To be honest I’m not very close to him. No one was surprised when I said I had a hot date and passed on the trip.

Mom was upstairs taking a bath. Yup just like clockwork she took a small carafe of wine with her. Only tonight I had added 6 valium to the mix while it was in the fridge chilling. It was not enough to hurt her, but it would make her woozy, easy prey.

I was busy downstairs collecting and then hiding all the cordless and cell phones. I then locked the doors, and put the chain and door brace on. Even if someone with a key came home they could not get in.

Then I went in my parent’s room and set up the camcorders. We have an old one and a brand new hand held. I set the timer for 20 minutes and aimed them at the bed from opposite angles. The new Viewcam was programmed to zoom in, hold for one minute, and then pull out every 2 minutes. The old sony was just set to closeup, The polaroid and digitals camera’s were laying on the table for later.

It was time. I could hear my heart pounding. I was tingling all over. I was really going to rape and then control my mother. She would be my cumslut. She HAD to. I went and stood outside my mom’s bathroom door. I could hear the water running for a long time. I wondered if she was playing with her pussy. I kept imagining Susan playing with her cunt, rubbing herelf off in the hot water, her nipples peeking through the bubbles. On the other side of that door was my hot, horny naked, wet mother–whom I planned to rape over and over again this weekend.
Finally I heard her get out of the tub.

"Oh darn, I knocked my glash ober," she said in a drugged mumble. About 30 seconds later mom came to the door. Clearly she was out of it. She had not towelled off well, and bubles still clung to her face and neck, She had not tied her robe and her tits looked delicious. We’d see.

"Hey mom, how you doing?" I asked casually as she opened the door. She seemed surprised to see me. A few seconds later she realized she was flashing her son and tried to pull her robe together. "I’m fine John…um I did not know you were standing here. Sorry about that." she blushed a little.

I decied to turn up the heat.

"Mmmm I could not see much Susan, but you certainly don’t have anything to be sorry about. Damn mom, yo have one hot little body. C’mere, let me get a good look," I said as I roughly pulled her to me and opened her robe, staring at the fine forbidden flesh before me. She lost her balance and I had tohold her up. At first she was shocked, and let me look. I softly cupped a breast in each hand and looke her in the eye. Then her mind caught up her mouth and she jerked away from me sputtering.

"What did you do! I can’t believe you just did that. What is wrong with you?!" she shrieked.

I grabbed her by the arm and walked her to her room before responding. Then I turned her around and wrapped Susan in my arms.

"Mom, calm down. Don’t be upset. I was just paying you a compliment. I can’t help noticing how sexy you are, I’m only human! God you feel wonderful in my arms, but you are way too tense. I think you need a massage."

I pushed my mother on the bed and forced her to lay down. Then I got on top of her and began to rub her body through the robe. She struggled at first, but quickly tired herself out. Here’s where the drugs helped. She was drugged, a little dunk, exhausted from fighting me…and now was receiving a strong, slow, deep massage. Slowly she accepted it and let me have her body.

I quickly stripped her robe off and undressed myself. I then straddled her thighs and began a more intimate massage.

"Nooo, no stop. What are you doing? John no! Giddoff me! Slowly I slid a finger into my mom’s pussy and began to tickle her cunt. One finger, two fingers…damn she was tight. I was an only child, and a C-Section birth. My dad had a small dick, and mom had never been stretched out properly. That was about to change.

"God, you are tight baby, so fucking tight. Tell me how you want it. Pussy or ass mom. In your tight little pussy, or your plump little ass?" Mom was wigglng desperately underneath me as I stroked my fingers up inside of her. I could smell her juicing up. I used both hands then and peeled her ass apart, to let the air rush inside of her.

"John, you are hurting me, you’re raping me! My god I don’t want to be raped, I don’t deserve this! Your penis in my ass?!! John I’m in the fertile part of my cycle. Your dad and I have been trying to get pregnant…I’m not on the pill. You can’t have sex with me. Please, don’t make me have YOUR baby."

I had not planned n this. I almost stopped then. I would have, except Jaz had me so worked up I could not. I had committed to following his plan to the letter. I wanted a mommyslut.

"Im going to fuck you baby. I’m going to fuck you so good in a few seconds. If you want to pick the hole, do it now. Do it right now Susan, right fucking NOW!!" I roared.
"Fine, my ass, my ass, do it in my asshole," she sobbed.

"Ok little baby, I’ll rape your ass. Just to show I mean well do you want me to lube you up, or do you prefer dry…ok mom, just kidding. I love you, I’ll lube you. Here mom suck my finger, get it good and wet."
I chuckled as I spread her ass open and began to finger fuck her.

I made her slobber on each of my digits and then stuck it in her ass ten times. Trust me she was good and wet by the time I was done. I flipped her on her back, and made her put her legs on my shoulders. I wanted to see her face as I split her open with my fat 9 inch cock." Are you ready mom…oh damn you have a perfect ass. Thank you baby. Mmmm, uh, uh,uh, it’s going in. Oh shit you bitch, your clamping me, keep it up mom, keep it the fuck up. "

"OWWWW, please take it out, John it’s too big, you’re too big. You’re ripping me, it’s gonna tear! SHIIIIIT! I feel the blood. You ripped me, you son of a bitch! Are you happy now you ripped your mother. Uhuhuhuh, you’re fucking me? Your fucking me anyway? You don’t care, do you. It hurts, ow, ow, ow, huhhuhhuh," she wailed and moaned pitifully, sexily.

As I always suspected fucking my mom was a perfect experience. Watching her face as I gave her pleasure and pain was incredible. Knowing that she was helpless, that I was in complete control, that I had it on tape! It was too much. I wanted to rape her longer but it was only about 7 minutes (damn not even a minute per inch!).

"Take it slut, fuck you mom, oh damn mom yer making me cum. You dirty little slut you want me to cum in your bloody ass don’t you? Well fine, take this cock and like it bitch. Uh, uh, uh, ARRRRRRGH! "I screamed as I pounded my mom’s bleeding ass, coating her with a fresh load of soncum.

I needed a few minutes so I laid there with my cock still inside of Susan and began sucking her tits hard. Flicking and nibbling on her nipples. Soon my cock began to stir.

Mom, I need to ask you a favor. I’m going to take my cock out of you in a sec. I want you to suck me off. I need you to clean up every drop of blood, and cum. Lick your blood off of me baby, show me that you love me. " I said as I pulled my bloody, cum covered cock ot of her ass with a wet plop.

Jaz said to scare her, shake her up. I figured this would do the trick. I just needed one more little white lie to break her. "Mom if you do this I won’t cum in your pussy. Otherwise, you are having my brother/son."

"You are sick, you need help. Why…? John why would you do this? I still can’t believe it, my son just ramy asshole. Now you want me to suck your dick?!"

" Mom, I love you, I want you to be mine. Don’t cry baby, just obey me. Do what I tell you to, and it will be ok. Trust me mom, I love you. "

I learned something that day. My mom has a submissive streak. Oh, she’s no sex slave, or any fantasy crap like that. But when backed in a corner, and a dominant male orders her to do something, she tends to do what he says.

It explained why she put up with my loser father, She married him right out of high school. He’s the only man who ever fucked her, the only man who ever dated her. I don’t think either of us knew how much he affected her over the years. I know it surprised her as much as it did me. If you had asked me yesterday if my mom would EVER, under ANY circumstances suck my (bloody) cock, after I had raped her juicy ass…Puhleeeze, no way! But she did it.
She was crying, and shaking, but when I told her she had no choice, she just gave in.

"Please, John, don’t make me. It’s not fair, it’s disgusting, Oh god do I really have to? Can’t I wipe it off first? Sigh…ok, I’ll suck it, I’ll clean it," she said as she got on her knees and nibbled my cock. I love the feel of my mom’s warm, wet mouth and soft tongue bathing my cock and my balls. I held her face in both of my hands and pulled her closer. She was looking up at me. Her face was simply stunning, as her mouth was stuffed with my eat, and obscene slurps and wet gagging noises came out of her.

I enjoyed her mouth for a good ten minutes, I had just cum and it was taking me awhile to reload. I was afraid if she made me cum now it would be hours before I could again.

"That’s enough baby. I’m so proud of you, stop sucking. Rest for a minute mom. Here, let me spoon you baby. I want to put my cock in your ass and just hold you for a while. Snuggle up close mom, do it. You have no choice. Good baby, now open yor ass wide. Don’t worry, I’m not going to fuck you. I’m just gonna slip it in and hug you, I promise."

My mom did not say a word. She just obeyed. When I finally pushed my cock all the way in her ass I asked her if it felt good.

"No. You are raping me John. I can’t stop you, I have to do as you say, but NO! It does not feel good to have my son violate me."

"Shh baby, I know. Be quiet and let me enjoy you for a while. Here I’ll play with you clit and your nipples while I rest. Keep squeezing your ass on my cock mom. Mmm baby I love it when you do that," I whispered in her ear before I started licking it. Tit, ear, clit, ass–my mom was geting overloaded in spite of herself.

Slowly her ass began to rock back to meet my cock. I was not moving, only 3/4 hard. She was fucking herself on me! Then it happened:

"Oh, oh, NO! Grunt, man, groan…uh, uh, uh. ARGHH!" my mom cried as she came on my cock.

The camera was still rolling, so I decided to get a hot scene in. I pulled out of Susan’s ass and laid her on her back.

"Mom, open your legs for me. Do it, wider, wider damn it. I want to eat you pussy mom. I bet you taste sweet. Hmm, does dad do this for you? Does he pleasure you? Hell no, not a selfish bastard like him. Little dicked prick, and he won’t even eat your pussy? A pussy like this, trimmed, and fresh, and tight, and wet?! Damn it mom, it makes me mad. Well I’M gonna eat you mom. I’m gonna lick you, and suck you, and tickle and sniff and nibble your vagina until you cum all over my face. Then I’m going to do it again. Give me your pussy mom. Your son is about to taste your pussy…oh god mom are you WET! You’re dripping, sopping, soaking wet. Mmmm, damn sweetheart, that’s incredible, slurpppppp! Mmmhmm, yeah, mmmmm, give me all of that pussy, give me that tight, wet cunt. All night babt, I own this! Gonna find your g-spot baby. Huh, is that it? Yeah, told you I’d find it. Now I’m gonna suck your clit while I rub your hot spot. Do you lke that mom?

"Nooo, please don’t make me cum again. It’s too much, eeek! John stop, I don’t want to cum for you, not again, not ever! Oh shit, you’re doing it. You’re makng me cum again!" she screamed and shook, and dripped all over my face.

Taking my cock out of mom’s ass had let me cool off quite a bit. I was not even half hard now physically. But mentally I was burning up. I wanted more. Every fantasy, every Jaz story, every sick, and twisted impulse HAd, I wanted to unload, to unleash on my slutmom–right now! Susan was reeling, in lust and shock, and I wanted her broken.

"That’s a good girl, such a good girl. Hold your ass open again mom. I’m cold. C’mon mom none of your bull shit, hold that fucking ass open. Mmmm thanks baby, we both need to rest for a few minutes."

I had time, I figured about another hour worth of tape. If I did this right, I’d break her tonight, and then we could make love all weekend.   

"Just let me play with you mom, I just need a good snuggle. Nothing serious, it’s just us baby," whispered as I lightly fucked my mom’s ass while cupping her breasts.Her back was on my stomach now, and she was spread eagle. We stayed that way for about 15 minutes. If I felt myself starting to soften I’d thrust and grind my dick into her ass a few times and then hold it. Every few minutes I’d take a hand off her tit and play with her pussy.
I was feeling horny again and wanted to make sure my mom knew she was my slut.

This is the only part of my story that I find a little, er, um embarassing.

"Mom, I need to taste you some more. Straddle my face baby…no higher. No baby, not your pussy, I want your ass. I’m gonna eat your ass out, rim you good."

"Why would you want to do that, that’s disgusting John. No normal person would want to eat his mother’s ass."

"Mom, NOTHING about you is disgusting to me. I love you, I always have. I want to do this because I know it will make you feel good. Any man who claims to love you should be willing to make you happy. How can a man love you if he won’t even suck your ass? Now just relax and let me lick you baby, surrender it, surrender that fine ass to my mouth, " I said as I slowly sucked and licked and munched my mommy’s muff and meat. The first baby assgasm hit her in just a few seconds. Soon she was bouncing on my tongue, slamming her ass down, grinding it into me. If you’ve never felt a woman’s butt hole clenching your tongue while she cums and shakes and sweats…you just don’t know what you’re missing.

My mother was exhausted. She had had several orgasms, and was still fighting the efects of the drugs. Emotionally she was a wreck, and all she wanted to do was curl up in a ball and go to bed. She was as weak as she was ever going to be.

Puuurrrrfect.

Mom, I need one more thing from you. I’ve proven to you that I love you. I do mom, I really do. Now I want you to make love to me. I want yor pussy mom. I want to fuck your pussy with your permission. Give it to me mom. Do it right now, " I said in a calm dominant voice. I waited expactantly for her to open up her pussy and invite me in. But she didn’t. It seems my mom had a limit. Having unprotected sex with her son during the fertile part of her cycle was apparently it.

"No John, enough is enough. This ends here. You have had your sick fun, but it is over. You do not get to fuck me John. I’m not having your baby John. I’m your mother, get the fuck off of me, and leave me alone. SHAME on you John Ronald Pressman! SHAME!!" she shrieked at me.

I was kind of hurt and a little confused. My dad gets to fuck her whenever he wants, she was even TRYING to have another child with him. He was half a drunk, treated her like shit, did not satisfy her sexually–but he gets to fuck her pussy anytime he wants and I don’t?! Sa y it with me people: "Fuhhhuck That Shit!!"

"Mom we’ve been so busy fucking you don’t seem to have noticed the video cameras. I’ve got your slutty ass on tape enjoying your son’s cock, and his tongue. Maybe the folks at church, dad, grandpa, grandma, all our friends, and your boss would all enjoy a copy. I’ll download some film to the internet, and e-mail a few million people. We can do that mom, or it can be just between us. I want your pussy and I’m going to have it. Give it to me, obey me you cheap slut. "

My mom started sobbing she had this trapped desperate look in her eyes.

You can rape me, you sick bastard. I can’t stop you. I kow that. But John listen to me. I will never make love to you. I will never give myself to you. I will hate you John. If you make me do this I will hate you for the rest of my life. I wish you were never born. You don’t have a mother anymore. You murdered her tonight, and you killed my only child. Do this and you are dead to me!" she shrieked.

I heard her, I really did. A part of me was ashamed for what I had done, and was about to do. It’s just that I was so damned horny. I was so worked up about being the star of my own Jaz story, and I had come so far–I had to finish it. I had to make Jaz proud of me.

"Spread your legs mom, put them on my shoulders. I have not hurt you yet. Don’t make me do it now. I’m dong it slut, I’m fucking you, because I want to. I want it on tape, I want you to know that I raped you. "

For some reason she refused to give me her pussy. I had to pry her legs apart and force my way inside. I think that made it all the more satisfying. The screams the kicking, her thrashing beneath me it was amazing!

"I gottcha now, I gottcha mom. Take it slut! Do you like that huh? You like my cock in your cunt don’t you. Fuck you are tigt mommy. I love your pussy. Do you feel that? Uh, uh, uh, oh baby, oh baby damn. Are you my slut? Say it bitch tell me you are my slut. I love you mom, oh shit! You’re making me cum already. You sexy little slut, uh,yeah, yeah baby, yeh, fuck,cuk,cuk,cuk YES!!!" I bellowed as came deep down in the bottom of my mom’s tight cunt.

I laid there for a few mintes, kissing her, playing with her tits. It felt so good knowing that she wanted me gone. To pin her beneath me and force myself on her wa intoxicating. Invigorating. I felt John Jr. Begin to stir inside her pussy again. She felt him too.

" I’m going to keep fucking you until you make love to me. It’s only Friday night mom. How many times do you think I can cum in your pussy before Sunday afternoon. 10, 15 times? I promise you mom, 15 loads of my thick spunkcream and you are going to be pregnant. I’ll give you a choice though. 15 loads or only 5. Make love to me mom, surrender your pussy to me, fuck me like a bitch in heat, smile, pose, fuck for the camera and you only have to do it 5 times. I’ll be satisfied. If you are really good I’ll let you scoop my cum out and eat it–but only if you cum too. If you don’t enjoy yourself and cum like a good little slut, my sperm stays inside you. What do you say mom? 15 fucks or just 5?"

My mom was quiet for a long time. Her shoulders were shaking and her thick blonde hair hid her face. Slowly she composed herself. My cock was still inside of her and was now fully awake. I was about to start fucking her when she said, " Do you promise to let me scoop it out if I cum? Maybe if I’m really good you can pull out and cum on my face, or let me suck you off? You’d like that wouldn’t you. John please, be reasonable. You don’t want to be a father at 22 do you? "

Sigh, my mom knows me too well. God she really did want to keep my cum out of her cunt pretty bad. I love her, I’d meet her half way.

"Susan, I’m going to cum in your pussy the first 3 times, period. No doubtaboutit. The last two are up to you though. If you are really good, and hot and a total mommy fuckslut, I’ll let you decide where I cum for the last two loads. After this weekend you can go back on the pill or fuck me earlier in your cycle. Ok…deal! Now shut up and fuck your man baby."

Tears were leaking down her face as she plastered on a smile for me. She still cringed at my touch, still recoiled and shrank from my cock. But when I kissed her she kissed me back, she opened her soft wet mouth and let me suck her tongue. For the first time I heard my mom begin to moan and grunt for ME. Those special lust grunts that I had only heard her give my dad before, were now MINE. Her pussy slowly juiced up, and she was playing with her clit trying to cum. That’s not RAPE, that’s love.

I could not wait to tell Jaz!

EPILOUGE

Well that’s what happened. I fucked my mom all weekend long. No check that, I FUCKED HER on Friday. We made LOVE all day Saturday and Sunday. I have the tapes, pictures, and web pages to prove it. I sent Jaz the pics and video as he requested along with this e-mail and asked him to make this into a
Rape/Betrayal story.

I really thought he was my friend, that he would like it. Then he replied back all innocent and wants to pretend he knew nothing about it, that even though he told me to do it, it is not his fault. Jaz is not cool. He is an asshole and a faggot coward, and I hate the mother fucker.
Fuck you Jaz, kiss my ass and fuck YOU!!
Author’s Note: A word from Jaz
I got a weird e-mail today. I had been goofing around with a Reader. Some time ago. We talked a few times, I barely remember the details. He had asked for tips on how to rape someone, and since he clearly had an incest fantasy, I suggested he rape his mom and gave some pointers. I’ve done it a hundred times before with other Readers. I get a lot of mail. Most from people who like rape. Who want to talk about it. I mean, really. Who else can you talk to about RAPE. Your mom, your girlfriend, your best bud? I Nope sorry, don’t think so. For most people an anonymous rape writer is perfect.
  
I gotta admit though, I’m kind of freaking out. The sick asshole says he really did it. He blames me for egging him on, says that I am responsible. Holy shit, please god tell me this guy is just messing with me. I write these stories just for fun, because I am really a weak pathetic man who has no life. I’m not proud of that, but it’s the truth. Writing rape stories makes me feel good, powerful, but I would never really want a woman to be hurt because of me. Jesus fuck, I’m a christian!

I have to believe this is just a fucking story. I have to! As fantasy it’s fine. I sorta like it. After all he did follow my rules. I polished his e-mail added a few details, touched it up and will submit it to all my usual free porn sites. It’s the pictures and video that bother me. He’s holding up a sign in one of them that says "I did it Jaz, I raped my mom. Thanks for all your advice, John".

  The woman is a hot blonde in her early 40s and she is either getting brutally raped or is one hell of an actress. Before you ask, no! You can’t see the pics, I’m not taking a chance that they will show up in court one day.

There now I can rest easy,

Great rape story by Jaz

Randall gazed into Sarah’s window, his eyes tracing her supple curves of her beautifully formed body as she changed into her bedclothes. He had been doing this for every night for the past few months, usually sitting in his van. Pulling on him bloated member as he watched the young girl change clothes, or look herself over in the mirror.

He had first seen this voluptuous 18-year-old in the park, he was just passing through Georgia on his way to New Orleans, but the moment he saw her, his plans changed. His breath caught in his throat, her tall figure was easily the most beautiful he had ever seen. Her long well muscled legs made her body bounce as she jogged, causing her large breasts to jiggle each time her foot hit the ground. Randall had decided that day, that he had to have her. From that moment he ached to feel her those long legs wrapped around his torso pulling him into her most intimate of area’s.

Randall followed her home, keeping far enough behind the young Jogger to avoid her suspiscions. Watching her enter the modest sized house, he began to formulate a plan to abduct the beautiful teen-ager. He watched her constantly, taking notes of her schedule, her habits, and eventually learned her name was Sarah Marshall, that she was 18 years old, and graduating this year.

Now, finally, he could have her. His lust filled eyes glared obscenely at her breasts, covered only by the thin T-shirt she was wearing to bed. His fevered mind could thing of nothing more then planting his long, stiff cock in between her luscious orbs, or into her tight teen-age body itself. He rubbed his rigid member absent minded, the hard organ pulsating from the stimulation.

Randal ducked behind a car as she turned the light off, the last thing he needed was to be seen now. After she had lowered herself onto her bed, he returned to his van to await the time when she would be far enough into her sleep for him to grab the young girl, and defile her virginal body.

Randallґs Perspective

His heart was pounding and his breathing was laboured. He climbed slowly into the young girls window, pulling himself through almost silently. He was finally going to do what he had been waiting so long to do. Glancing around the room, he saw the lovely girl laying on her back, her full chest rising rhythmically in her slumber. He almost hated to disturb her, but in the end, his sexual lust won out against his last vestiges of decency.

He quickly doused a his white hanker-chief with the chloroform he had obtained from the hardware store. He placed the soiled cloth over her mouth and nose. She woke suddenly, her arms flailing in a vain attempt to fend off her assailant. Soon, however, she fell back into slumber, her consciousness stolen by the noxious fumes. He dragged her limp form over to the window, and pushed her feet first through the small portal. Sarah’s nearly lifeless body fell to the ground, and lay crumpled on the dew soaked grass. He moved through silently, and inspected her to insure she was both okay, and unconscious. Sarah had curled up into a ball, to protect her scantily clad body from the cold, but she otherwise showed no signs of awakening any time in the near future.

Carefully looking around to insure no one was watching him, he picked up her body, and moved swiftly for his van, parked at the curb a few yards away from her window at the side of the house. He quickly opened the rear door of his vehicle, worrying that a car would drive by, and stop him so close to his goal. His fears eased, however, when he slid his sleeping captive into the back of his van.

Once inside, he felt an undeniable urge to look the object of his lust over. He flicked on a small overhead light, and moved his hands just under the bottom of her shirt. He took in a breath of air as he felt the warmth of her soft skin. He carefully pulled the shirt up, revealing the underside of her large breasts. His heart filled with desire, he moved his hands up completely revealing the two large, creamy orbs crowned with perfectly cantered nipples a light pink colour. His tongue snaked out to lick the delicious flesh when he heard a car drive passed them. He held his breath, expecting it to be a cop, or a neighbour, or someone that someone that somehow knew of his perverse plans for this lovely maiden. Luckily though, the car just drove by. He chastised himself for nearly going to far, with his van parked in plain sight, at the scene of a crime.

He then took out a small length of rope, and bound her hands firmly behind her back, checking to make she he hadn’t damaged her lovely skin. He looked down at her, and kissed her softly, letting his tongue caress the delicate skin of her lips. Then, taking one last glance at her beautiful slumbering body, he climbed into the driver’s seat, and quietly drove away from her house.

As Randall drove down the highway, he couldn’t help but look at his still passed out captive. Looking at her, with her arms bound behind her back, her T-shirt clinging to her huge, round breasts. He grew stiff, again he thought about how incredible it would feel to plant his aching rod between her cleavage, or to sink it into her tight, undefiled cunt. He smiled, secure in the knowledge that there was plenty of time to do both of those things, and anything else he decided to subject her to. His smile widened when the lights of the motel he was staying at became visible just over the dashboard. He wondered what delights her tender, unused body would hold for him. He grinned wickedly at the prospect of finding out.

As he pulled up in front of the motel room, and stepped outside to have a look around. After being sure that there was no one about that may question him about his young guest, he went to the back of the van to get his victim. Even if there were anyone that would see them, a couple of young people, even a man leading an incapacitated young lady into a motel room, they wouldn’t say anything. He spread a coat over her back so no one would see Sarah’s delicate hands held tightly behind her back. Then he moved his hands carefully under her arms to make it look like she was in a drunken stupor. It took a few minutes for him to get her to the door of his room, but once inside, he wasted no time. He tossed her onto the bed and withdrew a small bottle of smelling salts. He definitely wanted her conscious for this.

Sarah regained consciousness quickly, moving her arms trying to bring them up to bat the foul smelling chemicals away from her. He laughed slightly at this, and she began to open her eyes. Still looking very groggy, her first words were a jumble. Incoherent, heavy throat sounds that Randall didn’t understand. Her next attempt at speech was much more focused

" Where am I? Who are you?" her voice was more edged with outrage then any fear, he realized she didn’t understand fully what was happening.

" Hello fair princess" he said, using the most mocking tone he could manage," How was your nap?"

" Please just let me go, I won’t tell anyone, I promise, we can forget all about this" Fear was now quite evident in her voice, the ramifications of what was happening apparently having dawned on her. Seeing her plea was falling on deaf ears she stuttered " What.. What are you going to do to me?"

Randall let out a laugh even the devil would be proud of " Come now Sarah" he said, his mocking tone replaced with a far more ominous one " You know full well what I’m going to do to you" With that he let his eyes roam over her. Yes, he thought, this is certainly worth the effort.

Her face went blank, " No, no, you can’t. Please no." He was pleased at her mortification, but he had plenty more in store for her.

He took a small razor blade and cut the tight T-shirt she was wearing in half. " Sarah, you have lovely tits, you know that? Perfect in fact, I’m truly going to enjoy this" this time he saw his mention of her name on her face.

" How do you know my name" she said, now fright very apparent in her voice

" Sarah, Sarah, Sarah" he said, pleased that he could tell her how he had been watching her " I’ve been watching you for quite some time now" He grabbed her tits in both his hands and squeezed them together " you have no idea how many nights I’ve pulled on my aching dick imagining it squeezed between there beauties, covering them with my thick cum"

He smiled again at the look of disgust that flashed across her face, and he undid his pants letting them drop to the floor around his ankles.

" NO!" Sarah Screamed " Someone help me!" Randall hadn’t thought of this, but he reacted quickly. He Grabbed her cheeks and pushed them together

" Shut up Sarah" he said, waving the razor blade in his hands menacingly. He smiled again as he saw the look of contempt washing over her face. " good Sarah, good"

With that he withdrew his hard, 7-inch cock and placed it firmly in the valley between her massive breasts. " oh god" he moaned, as he pushed them against the sides of his very stiff pole. He looked down at her, she was silently weeping at his violation of her. Stupid girl, the thought. She should be glad I’m not sticking it up that precious ass of hers.

He revelled in the feeling of her soft, cool breasts pinching his cock as he moved them slowly up and down. He was close, but he certainly wanted this to last.

" I want to cover your tits with my cum" he grunted, just to see the response he’d get from her. Her response to his obscene comment was a horrified look.

That was all he could take. The cum rushed up his cock, and splashed onto her chin. She let out a small shriek as he sat up and sent another stream across her breasts. The sticky hot liquid looked so lovely on her large pale melons.

After he finished cumming, he moved off of her, and looked at her. He smiled " mmmmm" he moaned " that was even better then I thought it would be, you’ve got a great rack" he laughed, he really loved messing with her.

" You bastard, you fucking bastard" he voice full of hatred " You’ve got what you wanted now GO! GET OUT!" Randall laughed hysterically. His lovely young captive was ordering him around.

" Please" her voice softened " I won’t tell anyone, not a soul, no one will ever know, just let me go, please?" He laughed at her pleading too. This was just too good. The sense of power was overwhelming.

" No, I don’t think so, I won’t leave you alone, we’ve just begun our festivities." He said mockingly.

" You’ve gotten what you wanted. You used me, isn’t that enough?" She said, he certain savoured the utter terror in her voice

" I’ve not gotten everything I wanted" With that, Randall Ripped her panties away from her, and removed the tattered of her shirt He moved his eyes over her dark mound of pubic hair, and he gazed at her Juice slicked cunt.

" My, you certainly are wet, you must really want it don’t you?" he said in that same mocking tone of his. He knew she couldn’t help but get wet, but he wanted to make her even more ashamed of it.

" Please, please, don’t. I’ve never been with a man before." Her voice filled with a desperation he had never heard before. He almost felt sorry for the poor girl.

" I’m not going to do anything to you, not until you are begging for it" He smirked at the idea, he knew he could push her to the brink. He really wanted to mess with the girls head.

She didn’t say a word, she just sat there staring up blankly. He moved his hands softly over her body, gently massaging every inch of her tender young form. He let his hands trace circles around her nipples, and ran them down the crack of her behind. He let one of his fingers slip into the tight folds of her wet slit. He traced up and down, letting his fingers brush up against her swollen clit, and down into her tight hole. He let his eyes wander up her body, her chest was now labouring in its breath, her eyes were tightly closed and her jaw clenched. He thought she must be trying awfully hard not to like this. He let his finger slip into her tight, virgin passage. She drew in a sharp breath, but refused to let out a moan.

He slid his finger in and out, slowly at first but steadily increasing it’s pace. She began to thrust her hips to meet his probing digit. He cunt began to tighten around his finger and he knew she was seconds away from climax. Very slowly he withdrew his finger. " Not yet my darling, you don’t cum unless it’s my dick nestled between those lovely lower lips of yours" He said, but lightly stroked her clit, not wanting her to back of her orgasm, just not quite take that plunge into the waters of ecstasy. He then lowered his head and licked her sex. She let out a moan then, and he knew he was dangerously close to pushing he over the edge into orgasm. His stuck his tongue in he tight young tunnel, moving the tip of it along the roof of the wet passage

" You asshole, just rape me!" she yelled at the top of her lungs.

He smiled; He had been desperately waiting to hear that. He rose slowly between her legs, and putting her feet on top of his shoulders, positioned himself for entry into her teen-age body. He slid his long, Long, hard member into her inch by inch. The pleasure washing over him. She was almost unbearably tight. He withdrew slowly and rammed in much harder. She let out a little yelp, but she didn’t seem to be hurt in any way. He began to pump into her very fast now, thrusting into her and watching as the impacts caused her breasts bounce up and down, just like that day he first saw her jogging. The sight almost made him spill himself into her velvety soft pussy, but he managed to hold himself back. She however, couldn’t manage the same feat, she began to flail wildly bucking her hips as fast as she could, her pussy clenching tight around his throbbing hard staff. It was all too much, he released the cum like a torrent from his cock, filling her with more semen then he thought possible. He had planned to pull out and let it go onto her soft pubes for easier cleanup, but he just couldn’t help it, she was far to tight. Exhausted from the effort, he collapsed onto her weeping body.

" You certainly were a tight one" he whispered cruelly into her ear.

" You fucking prick" she said in a calm even tone, she was obviously no longer fully there. He kissed her one last time and dressed himself. He started for the door, but looked back at her " You know, you should be glad I kill you" He knew very well that he didn’t have it in him, but he wanted her to think he did.

With that, he walked out the door and drove of into the sunrise.

Sarah’s Perspective

She was sleeping quietly, her head resting on the soft, Satin pillows. She didn’t see the shadow of her assailant creeping over her body, or smell his musky cologne. The first sign she had of him was a chloroform soaked cloth that he had thrust over her face. She woke with a star, flailing her arms around madly, the foul liquid nearly making her vomit. She tried her hardest to fight the man with the cloth away from her. But she didn’t have the strength, and passed quickly into unconsciousness.

The next thing she knew, she smelled a foul door underneath her nose, and she tried to bat it away, but something was holding her arms behind her back.

" Who are you?" she tried to say, but phlegm was caught in her throat. She cleared it, and tried again

" Where am I? Who are you?" she said, not sure she wanted to know, but she tried to sound confident.

" Hello Fair Princess" A strange man said, obviously mocking her " How was your nap?" She looked him over. He was a few inches shorter then she. Pale he was, with Black unkempt hair. He looked a quite wicked

" Please just let me go, I won’t tell anyone, I promise, we can forget all about this," She said, She thought he must be a kidnapper. She saw the man leering at her oddly, and began to worry that money was not his goal. " Wha.. What are you going to do to me?" She stuttered, by now all the confidence had drained out of her voice.

The pale man laughed a wicked laugh that made her stomach knot up. " Come now Sarah" He said in that same mocking tone " You know full well what I’m going to do to you" . She squirmed as his eyes roamed over her body, especially leering at her very well developed breasts, she suddenly wished they weren’t quite so well developed

She was terrified " No, no, you can’t please no." She wished she could cover herself up, she was wearing almost nothing. She watched him withdraw a small razor from his pocket and wave it at her. She was worried he’d cut her. He quickly sliced open her shirt though exposing her breasts to him.

" Sarah, you have lovely tits, you know that? Perfect in fact, I’m truly going to enjoy this" She couldn’t believe he talked to her like that, then she realized he had been calling her by her name.

" How do you know my name?" she asked. How long he had been planning this?

" Sarah, Sarah, Sarah" He said, his voiced filled with a menacing tease " I’ve been watching you for quite some time now" She had suspected someone was following her, but she always chalked it up to her paranoia.

The man grabbed at her breasts, and squeezed them together roughly, it hurt a little, but she had other things to worry about. " You have no idea how many nights I’ve pulled on my aching dick imagining it squeezed between there beauties, covering them with my thick cum" He said Obscenely

She was disgusted, she was proud of her chest, but she never expected to have anyone do that to it. He watched in fear as he dropped his pants

" NO!" She yelled as loudly as she could " Someone help me!" She felt his hands on her cheeks instantly and she shivered in fear. She wondered if he was going to kill her.

" Shut up, Sarah!" He growled She thought it would be best to do as he said. She just glared at him He smiled down at her " Good Sarah, good"

She didn’t say a word as he took out his cock and straddled her chest, putting his hard member in between her very large breasts, 36D’s, this was one of the few times wished she hadn’t been so well endowed. The hard Shaft burned like fire between her cool soft breasts. He began to move them up and down his pole. She hated this man; she hated that he could use her like this. " Oh God" He groaned. Bastard, she thought, I hope you enjoy it, I’ll see you fry for this.

" I want to cover your tits with my cum" He said, still rubbing them up and down his cock, she felt the pre-cum oozing onto the sides of her tits. She looked at him horrified. She definitely did not want his cum on her.

She didn’t see the cum shoot out of his cock onto her chin, but she nearly threw up when some of it got on her lips and into her mouth. She was glad that he got up though. And he soon shot another stream of the fiery liquid onto her breasts. She felt used. How could he could feel he had the right to do this to her?

When he finished, he rolled of her sore chest and laughed a little " mmmmm" He moaned " That was even better then I thought it would be, you’ve got a great rack" He smiled evil at her, the cum still dripping down her chin she yelled at him " You bastard! You fucking Bastard!" She screamed " You’ve got what you wanted now GO! GET OUT!" But the man just laughed at her, she felt like she was going to cry.

She realized that this was definitely not going to get her free. " Please" she said, in a very pleading tone " I won’t tell anyone, not a should, no one will lever know, just let me go, please?" she was lying, no matter what he did, she was going to make sure he paid dearly for using her like that, Though she did wonder if what he had just done to her would be considered rape.

" No, I don’t think so, I won’t leave you alone, we’ve just begun our festivities." He said, still using that damned mocking voice of his.

" You’ve gotten what you wanted, you used me, isn’t that enough?" She was frightened; this was not how she had hoped to lose her virginity

" I’ve not gotten everything I want," He said as he ripped her panties off of her, exposing her most intimate area to him. Of course, his eyes locked right onto her exposed pussy.

" My, you certainly are wet, you must really want it don’t you?" He said viscously. She was wet. " What is wrong with me" she thought, " I’m not enjoying this, why am I so wet?"

" Please, please no, I’ve never been with a man" she was desperately trying to save her virginity.

" I’m not going to do anything to you, not until you are begging for it" he said with a wicked grin. She decided not to bother talking anymore, she just lay there and closed her eyes. She didn’t understand why he was doing this; he had used her already. Did he really need to rape her virginity away too? She was suddenly aware that his hands were caressing her vagina lightly, It definitely felt good, but she didn’t want to portray it to her captor. She felt him insert his finger into her and she breathed in deeply. " Damn me" she thought, " I should not be enjoying this. What’s wrong with me? Maybe I deserve this"

He was moving in and out ver quickly now, and the heat from her crotch was radiated all over her body. She was close to cumming but she couldn’t help it, she moved her hips against his invading finger. Suddenly, as she was about to orgasm, he took his finger out

" Not yet my darling, you don’t cum unless it’s my dick nestled between those lovely lower lips of yours" he said lustily, she almost screamed for him to fuck her, she wanted to cum so badly, but her will power won out in the end. She kept silent. He continued to stroke her clit, keeping her on the brink or the biggest orgasm of her life. Each light caress brought her closer to giving in, and she wondered how long she could hold out.

Then she felt something very warm, and ver wet flick across her clit. She was about to give in when his tongue entered her tunnel and she felt his rough taste buds scrape across the roof of her tunnel.

" You fucking asshole, just fuck me!" she yelled, surprising herself at how loud she could be.

It didn’t take long before she felt the tip of it pressing against her inflamed pussy. She was very thankful that a small mishap with a tampon had taken her hymen when she was younger. She felt the hot, hard cock push into her slowly, and the pull out. Then, it slammed into her, and she couldn’t help be release a small cry. He felt him rocking in and out of her; she was lost in her own pleasure. She had never known so much ecstasy.

She hated herself for giving in, and she was definitely resolved to make this prick pay. But for now, all she could focus on was him rapidly moving in and out of her body. She lost it then, spasming around his pumping cock. And moaning very loudly, this was definitely the greatest cum she had ever imagined. She was soon aware that he was shooting off his foul juices into her. But she didn’t care that much. After a few moments of intense pleasure, he felt her collapse onto her, his chest heaving against her already sore breasts

" You certainly were a tight one" The pale man said, his words stung her. She hated that he had enjoyed hurting her so cruelly. She hated herself for enjoying it. She had just had her virginity torn from her. She had been raped, and she had literally asked for it. Her self-loathing had no bounds.

" You fucking prick" was all she could say she felt him get off of her, and heard him get dressed, she wondered if it were over or if he had other things in mind. She thought of him forcing her to take his cock into her mouth. Then she thought about him forcing himself into her ass. She closed her eyes and prayed that he would leave her alone now.

" You know, you should be glad I didn’t kill you" She heard the man say. Then she breathed a sigh of relief as she heard the door to the room open and him leave. She curled into a ball, and lay there, her body sore and raped. Her chest crusted over with his semen. She had never felt so horrible in her life.

She lay there for what must have been hours, eventually she heard the door open again, and she clenched her body. " My GOD!" she heard in a feminine voice. She was safe! Finally, her ordeal was over. The maid untied her and brought her some coffee as they waited for the police. They came and took her to the hospital.

Randall was never caught.

Author of this and many more great rape stories is Timothy Galvin.