Chapter 1
Jennifer Long screamed into the phone and then slammed it down in her husband's ear. Frustrated, she looked over the table where she had just put out her husband's favorite meal. She'd had everything planed so well. A good meal. Some soft music. A new hundred-dollar dress that matched the soft green of her eyes and was so low cut in front that her large tits threatened to spill out at any moment.
"Damn him," Jennifer said bitterly. "He didn't have to pick tonight to work late!"
She hurried upstairs to her bedroom and did what she always did when she felt bitter. She brushed her waist-length blonde hair until her arm grew tired.
She heard the front doorbell ring and her first thought was that Bob had decided to return home early after all. Then she realized that it couldn't be her husband because he wouldn't need to ring the doorbell.
She wondered who it was as she walked downstairs. Probably Tina over to borrow something. Her dark-haired friend was constantly coming over. Tina wasn't exactly an organized person, and she was always running out.
Jennifer was so sure that it was Tina that she didn't bother checking the peep hole before she opened the door. She gasped in surprise as she saw the man who stood there.
It certainly wasn't Tina.
A big, brawny, red-headed man pushed her back from the door and stepped inside. She started to scream but he pressed his rough hand over her mouth. Suddenly she felt a nick at her throat and she looked down to see his gleaming knife pressed against her skin.
"Anybody else here?" he asked. "And don't lie to me."
"No," she whispered. "Nobody else."
"All right," he said. "Now you be good and we'll get along."
She'd never seen a man like this one. He towered above her. His arms and legs were like tree trunks. He wore what looked like a uniform.
With a sick feeling she remembered the convicts who had been working on the highway that afternoon just a few miles away. She had seen them when she'd been on her way to get her dress.
He grinned at her expression.
"That's right," he said. "I'm a convict. I was sent up for murder and I'm not going back so be very careful what you do and say."
She could only nod. Her lips felt too dry to speak. He took the sharp knife away from her throat and he put it in his belt. He started ogling her like she was a slave standing naked on the auction block.
"Gawd," he said softly. "I ain't seen a woman with tits like yours in one hell of a long time. You're a fantastic-looking thing."
She blushed red at his words. She began to feel the first feelings of panic. Was he going to rape her? He looked like he had strength enough to do anything.
"Yeah," he said. "I ain't seen a woman like you in one hell of a long time. Your lips look so sweet. How about one little kiss for me? Surely you can spare one?"
"Don't," she whispered.
He grabbed her roughly by her shoulders. She struggled, but he pushed her back and pinned her against the living room wall. His mouth crushed hers. She tried to make her lips cold and he drew back.
"Now that's not good," he said. "You're making yourself cold. I don't want a cold woman. Now kiss me back or I'm going to cut your pretty face."
He couldn't have known but she had always had a fear of having her face cut. She'd been the most popular girl in her class in school and most of her popularity was due to her good looks. A boy didn't care about a girl who couldn't make conversation as long as she had a good figure and a pretty face.
She didn't want to be cut and she tried to show him some response as his lips crushed hers again. This time he seemed satisfied as he released her. At least he didn't take his knife back out.
"Pretty nice," he said, "could be better, but there's plenty of time." He laughed and his laughter chilled her blood.
He looked around the room and spied the table. He closed his fat lips together with a satisfied smacking. "I hope that's good food on the table, because I'm hungry enough to eat a horse."
He took her arm and directed her to the table. He made her stand by him as he settled into her husband's chair. He examined the food and the expensive bottle of wine.
"Don't you have anything better than this piss to drink?" he asked her.
"There's some cold beer," she suggested.
"That's fine," he said loudly. "Go and get it."
He slapped her on her ass as she went for the beer. It made her blush. Her husband had never treated her that way. She had often wanted her husband to treat her a little more that way, but he had always been too dignified.
She opened a couple of cans of beer and brought them back to the table. He finished one off with a couple of swallows and then he turned his attention to the food.
She stood near him, afraid to move or speak as he devoured the food like a hungry animal. Everything about him was animal-like. He even had a woodsy odor that mingled with his sweat. Looking down at him she could see the thick patch of curly red hairs at the top of his uniform shirt.
She told herself that he looked disgusting and that her husband's white hairless body was much sexier. She couldn't quite convince herself. There was something almost appealing about this beast-like man.
He was exactly the kind of man that Jennifer had always stayed far away from. Like the athletic types at school. She'd always gone more for the intellectual types. They were safer and mentally stimulating.
He finished off the rest of the food and drank the beer.
"Get me another," he said.
He slapped her hard on her fanny as she hurried out of the room and brought him back another beer. For one wild moment, she thought about going out the back door. She could reach Tina's house in just a few seconds.
But he was watching her though the open kitchen door and she could see a smugness about his face. It was like he was baiting her, almost daring her to run out the door.
She put the beer down in front of him and he picked it up. He was looking at her again. He drank the beer slowly while his dark eyes went over her body.
Again she felt like a naked woman on the auction block. It was as if he were thinking about buying her and he hadn't yet decided on how much to pay.
He finished off his beer and put it down.
He gave her that same animal grin and suddenly his arms went around her waist and he pulled her against him. His big hands dropped to cup her buttocks.
"Your ass really feels fine," he said. "I've always been an ass man. I'm partial to women in spiked high heels and those tight dresses like they used to wear. You got any like that?"
"No," she answered.
"That's a shame," he said. "But I guess a man can't have everything he wants. And you do have a nice-feeling ass. Real firm. I bet it gives your husband something good to hold onto when he's fucking you!"
She'd never heard such language before. She wanted to break away from his caressing hands but she was afraid of what he might do to her. God, why hadn't Bob picked another night to work late? Where was he when she needed him?
He released her and leaned back in his chair.
"Goddamn," he said. "That meal was so fine I can hardly move. You're a fine cook. And pretty, too. What more could a man ask for?"
He was ogling her again. She knew then that he really was going to try to rape her. She wondered what she could do. She couldn't fight him. She didn't think screaming would help.
She wished she hadn't chosen to wear such a revealing dress. His eyes kept lingering at her creamy tits poking out the top of her dress.
"You should go now," she said. "My husband will be home in a few minutes."
"He will, huh?" he said. "I guess he's going to be really pissed that I ate his supper. Maybe I should hang around and kind of explain things."
"No," she said. "No, please. Bob's a very hard man. He has a temper. He wouldn't like it and he might try to do something. Please just leave. I could pack you something to take with you."
"I don't know," he said.
She thought that she had him convinced. Maybe he would leave.
"It would be the best thing," she said. "You wouldn't want any trouble."
"Is your husband a brave man?" he asked.
"I don't know," she said. "I guess he is. He has a terrible temper."
"Then you'd better hope that he isn't too brave," he said. He touched the hilt of his knife meaningfully. She realized that he had been teasing her. He had no intention of leaving.
"You know something?" he said. "I've always wanted a little suburban nookie. I think I'm going to fuck you!"
She knew then that everything she'd been afraid of was going to happen. She started backing away. She couldn't fight him. He was much bigger and stronger, and he had already killed one person. She had a feeling he wouldn't hesitate to kill again.
She wished she could stop wiggling because he kept staring at her.
"You're fantastic," he said. "Like a movie star. So sweet and innocent-looking... but those big tits! God, I need you baby. I've been without a woman for a long time."
Her heart thundered as she continued to back away.
"Come here," he said. "Don't try to run away. I'm not going to hurt you. I'm just going to pleasure you a little."
"Just leave me alone," she begged him. "Go away. I won't tell anyone you've been here."
"Why don't you be a little friendlier?" he said. "Come on over here and play with me."
"No!" she screamed.
She looked frantically toward the door. It had never looked so far away before, but she knew she had to try to reach it. She was desperate now.
"Don't try to run," he warned her.
She kicked off her shoes and darted toward the front door. She still kept herself in good condition and she was pretty fast, but she was no match for him. He caught her before she had gotten ten steps.
"Now I told you not to run," he said softly.
The knife wasn't in his hand. She could see the handle in his belt and she made a grab for it. He slapped her hand away, but he wasn't ready for her other hand. She clawed blood from his face.
"Damn!" he said savagely.
He released her and she ran for the door again. He caught her and knocked her backwards. She sprawled on her soft living room carpet.
"Bitch," he said, rubbing his bloody face. "You shouldn't have done that,"
She still wasn't beaten. If he was going to rape her then she was going to make him work for it. She jumped to her feet and headed for the back door. This time she got almost to the kitchen before he caught her.
"Damn it, stop!" he said.
He caught both her hands and there was no way she could break free. There was nothing left for her to do but scream. She never got her mouth open.
His rough hand clamped down over her mouth and he brought his knee up into her stomach.
She'd never known such pain. All her breath went out of her with a soft whoosh. She dropped to her knees on the living room carpet. For a moment she was afraid she was going to be sick. She hurt all over.
She clutched her stomach and looked up at him with tear-filled eyes.
"You're not listening, honey," he said, sounding like a patient teacher with a dense student. "I'm going to have to go over this again. No running. No screaming. No fighting. No argument. Just do as I say!"
He grabbed her by a thick handful of her long blonde hair. He jerked her head back and slapped her cheek hard. Then he slapped her other cheek. He repeated the process again and again until her body was trembling and she was sobbing.
"All right," she begged him. "Stop! I won't fight you anymore. Just stop hitting me!"
He stopped immediately. A strange feeling came over her as she realized what she had done. She had promised him she wouldn't fight him. He could do anything he wanted now. She was completely in his power.
She looked into his lust-bloated face and she knew his loving wouldn't be the gentle kind her husband gave her. This man was an animal and he would take her savagely.
His hand caressed her cheek and then suddenly dropped down the front of her dress. She felt his fingers tracing the outline of her tits and then he slowly drew one out the top of her dress. He squeezed her tit hard.
"Beautiful," he said. "What a pair of knockers you've got. It's a shame they're wasted on one man. You should be in porno movies, baby."
He pushed her gently back on the carpeted floor and he kneeled beside her. His fingers kept brushing against her flesh. He bent over and touched his lips to her rosy nipple.
"And they taste sweet," he said.
A feeling she didn't understand made her tremble. She told herself that she was being forced to submit to him and that she wouldn't enjoy it.
Yet, something was making her feel funny.
"Not bad," he said. "Not bad at all. Sweet baby!"
He pressed his hot lips to her throat while both his hands pulled away the top of her gown and played with her breasts. Once again he dropped his head to the tops of her creamy mounds.
He sucked one rosy nipple into his mouth and he bit down gently. A delicious hot feeling went through her body. This man was kissing her breasts in a way that Bob had never done.
He opened his mouth wider and sucked more of her tit-flesh into his throat. Then he began using his tongue all around her hard nipple.
She couldn't help but respond. The hot circular motion of his tongue seemed to awaken responses in her that she didn't know she had. She moaned softly and he released her.
"Like that, sugar?" he said.
She didn't answer. He bent his head to her breasts again and this time he seemed determined to kiss every part of her flesh.
After a few moments of his delicious tongue touching her, she had to moan again.
"Maybe you just like it rough," he said. "Maybe that's the kind you are. You like a rough man to fuck you? What's the matter? Is your husband too soft?"
"I hate you!" she cried. "I hate your guts!"
She realized he had gotten too close to the truth and she was trying to make him angry. He only laughed and bent his head to her tits again.
She tried to tell herself that it wasn't true, that she couldn't possibly get turned on by being slapped around and treated like a slut.
Yet, there was a part of her that couldn't deny that she liked the feeling of being powerless, and that she liked the feeling of having his strong arms around her.
"My cock's so fucking hard," he groaned. "I bet I've got a gallon of cum for you!"
"Oh my God," she said softly.
She couldn't resist any longer. His rough manner and vulgar words had touched a spot within her. She didn't understand it but she was getting hot.
"Oh, I do like it," she groaned. "I do. Suck my titties. Suck them." It was the first time in her life she'd ever used words like this, and somehow it made her even hotter. She felt his lips sucking more of her flesh into his mouth. "Oh God, suck me. Bite me! I do like it!"
He laughed at her arousal and his lips devoured her flesh as if she were another good meal. He sucked one tit while he caressed the other. He bent down lower and kissed her belly.
"Bite me," she groaned. "Bite me!"
Even he seemed a little surprised at how fast she had gotten carried away. He was a little hesitant about putting his mouth back against her breasts. She grabbed him by the hair and lifted his head.
"Please bite me," she groaned. "Be rough with me. I need it! I need it so bad!"
"Goddamn," he said softly.
He licked her nipple and then began to bite. A mixture of shame, fear and excitement was slowly driving her crazy.
"Oh God, that's nice," she said. "Keep sucking me like that. I love it. Suck me hard. Oh God, that's so nice!"
He squeezed her tits hard and ran his tongue over her hard pink nipples. He had never found a woman who was this hot before. He used his teeth on her sensitive buds and she screamed and clawed his back.
His hand dropped from one tit to her knee. She felt his fingers slipping beneath her dress to touch her bare thighs.
"Ooooh," she moaned.
His fingers crept higher to touch the edges of her flimsy panties. She remembered that she had worn very sheer panties in the hopes that her husband might get carried away and rip them off.
She heard the tearing sound as this man grabbed hold of her panties and tore them right off.
"Oh my God," she said softly, "Oh Jessssssus!"
His hand went roughly between her thighs. His fingers gently traced the outline of her pussy. She felt her cunt starting to get wet.
"God, you're a hot one," he said.
Her hips started moving in hot response to his fingers. She couldn't help herself. Her body was tingling with desire. She'd gotten hot so fast. God, if only Bob could make her feel like this.
He stopped playing with her cunt and she protested. But then she saw he hadn't stopped for long. He had left her side to undress.
She couldn't take her eyes away from him. He took off his uniform shirt and she saw that his hard, muscular chest was covered with thick red hairs. He kicked off his shoes and dropped his prison trousers. He wore briefs but she could see the outline of his massive cock, already rock hard. She had a sudden urge to kiss his hairy, strong thighs.
"Come over here," he said.
She licked her lips nervously as she climbed to her knees and scrambled over to him. She sat before him with her eyes level with his throbbing prick.
"I'll let you take my shorts off," he said.
She trembled as she slowly peeled his shorts down his thick legs. She felt his hard cock brush out to touch her cheek. She didn't look up until she had his shorts off.
She found herself face to face with his throbbing weapon. It did look like a weapon. A beautiful instrument of pain and pleasure. She found herself comparing it to Bob's.
His cock was larger than her husband's and it was covered with blue veins. His huge hanging balls did look like they could contain a gallon of cum.
She had always thought that Bob's cock was a little bit ugly and wrinkled, and yet she found nothing ugly about this huge organ looking her in the face.
The big cockhead looked beautiful and she could already imagine what it would feel like slamming into her cunt.
There was a little drop of white fluid clinging to the end of his cock.
"What do you want me to do?" she asked timidly.
"You know what I want," he said. "Kiss my cock."
She was afraid. She'd never kissed a cock before. Bob had never even wanted her to. She swallowed nervously and put one hand against his thigh.
"I don't think I can," she said.
"You want to," he said. "All you sweet little housewives are alike. You want to be made to suck a man's cock. You just won't admit it. Now kiss it!"
She tried. She honestly tried. But she couldn't make herself get close enough to kiss the ruby tip.
"Kiss it, bitch," he said savagely, and this time his fingers twisted in her hair and he jerked her face forward. Her lips came in contact with the leaking head of his massive cock. She licked the drop away and tasted the salty flavor of his cum.
"Is that enough?'' she said.
"Hell no," he answered her. "You've just started. Now open up your mouth."
She looked at him in horror as she realized what he wanted. He was going to put his cock into her mouth. She couldn't do that. She couldn't!
Yet, she opened her mouth.
He crammed his thick rod into her mouth savagely. She almost choked. He started pushing his rod deeper into her mouth. She couldn't breathe.
"You can do better than that," he said. "Use your tongue on it."
She tried to use her tongue but she couldn't seem to move it. His cock filled her mouth. She could feel him pushing deeper with each second.
His salty, sweaty, rubbery texture brought tears to her eyes.
"Play with my balls," he said.
She could hardly do anything. She was afraid she was going to be violently ill. She brushed her hair back from her eyes and raised her fingers to his balls.
She started playing with his heavy sac as he kept cramming his rod into her throat.
Finally he went as low as he could and he brought his cock half out of her wet sucking mouth again. She took a deep breath but it wasn't enough. Almost immediately he crammed his cock back into her throat again.
She felt his cum leaking down the back of her throat. Was he going to cum in her mouth? She wondered what it would be like to take his hot jism down her throat.
He wasn't ready for that, though. She felt him pulling his cock from her mouth again. He rubbed the spermy cockhead against her cheeks and left a trail of moisture.
"Jesus, baby," he said. "You sure can't suck a cock, but don't worry about it. I'll teach you. Right now I want to sample some of your sweet pussy."
"Oh yes," she agreed.
He grabbed her by the shoulders and lifted her up. He pulled off her gown and dropped it in a heap at her feet. She was naked before him and he took in every delicious inch.
He kneeled down beside her and pulled her well-shaped legs apart. He was looking directly into her cunt in a way that her husband had never done.
She would have thought that she'd have felt ashamed. But there was no shame in her. In fact, she burned with a fierce pride in the way she looked. She knew that she was beautiful and that the convict was getting turned on by looking at her.
That made her feel good.
"What a fantastic gash," he said. "Baby, you got nice things all over. What a fucking beautiful cunt!"
Without warning he pushed two fingers roughly into her cunt. She was already wet enough and his fingers went into her easily.
He began moving his fingers in and around her cunt like he was fucking her.
"Oh, that feels nice," she shivered. "So nice. You make me feel so hot!"
He brushed his fingers against her clit and she jumped. At that moment she could feel a hot itch go down her spine. God, why hadn't Bob done things like this to her?
She couldn't resist reaching for his blood-filled prick. It was just so close. Now and then she could feel it brushing wetly against her skin. Her fingers itched to touch his throbbing tool.
"Ummm," she said softly as she wrapped her fingers around his cock and began jerking him off. Immediately her fingers got sticky as he leaked a little more.
"That feels so nice," she moaned.
"What do you want, baby?" he asked.
She knew he wanted her to beg him.
"I want you to fuck me," she whispered. "I need your big cock in my pussy. Please fuck me."
She'd never felt so wildly abandoned before. It no longer mattered that he was a convict and that she was married to somebody else. He was a real man and that was all that mattered. He was the same one she'd dreamed about at night, that big, brawny savage who had violated her again and again in her fantasies.
"Yes," she moaned. "Please fuck me."
All of her inhibitions were gone. All she could think of was his big beautiful cock and that hunger between her legs.
"Hurry," she whispered.
He crawled between her legs and she felt his cockhead pressed snugly against her cunt. As he pushed she opened her legs wider and started grinding against him.
"Oh Jesus," she whispered.
His cock felt like a living thing as he pushed it into her. She could feel it wiggling against her cuntlips like a fat snake. God, it felt good!
"Raise your legs up, baby," he grunted. "Wrap those pretty things around me."
She had never done that before, either, but she didn't question. She lifted her legs and locked them tightly around his waist.
She kept grinding against him as she felt her hungry cunt sucking up more and more of his big cock.
"Give it to me," she said frantically. "Give me every bit of it."
"You asked for it," he said.
His hips pushed hard and his big cock went into her cunt all the way to his balls. She tightened her cuntal muscles against his shaft and felt the delicious spasms going up her back.
"Ummmm," she moaned softly.
"God, baby," he said. "You're so fucking tight. I've never had pussy like yours."
"Oooooooh," she whispered, clutching him fiercely. "You're so big... so big... so big!"
He began to work his cock in and out of her and she felt her cuntal muscles stretching to admit him on each of his deep thrusts. She pushed back at him, loving the feeling of his cockhead throbbing against the back of her cunt.
"You're so deep in me," she whispered. "My husband never got in me that deep. It feels so good! It makes me shake all over! Oh, keep giving it to me so deep!"
He was good with his cock and she knew it. She knew she wasn't the first woman he'd raped, and she probably wouldn't be the last. He knew just how to move to make her the hottest.
Now he stopped and waited. She could feel every throbbing, delicious inch of him filling her cunt. She could even feel the snug pressure of his heavy balls.
"Don't stop," she sobbed. "I know it's wrong but I can't help myself, I love your cock! I love it! I want you to fuck me! I want you to fuck me good and hard like my husband can't!"
She clawed wildly at his broad shoulders as he began thrusting into her once more. He savagely drove his throbbing cock into her cunt as far as he could.
At the same time he squeezed her nipples until it was almost painful.
He was just as brutal as she'd expected, but it was what she wanted now. He was going in so deep! So deliciously deep! And it was fine, better than she'd ever had it before. He made her tingle everywhere
"You like it, sugar?" he asked.
"Yes, I like it!" she screamed. "Yes... yes... oh, yes!"
She squeezed her soft inner thighs tighter against his sides as he really started to pound her cunt. She'd never been fucked like this before. He was using her and that was all, but she needed to be used.
She could feel a hot quivering knot in her stomach and she knew she was getting close.
"I'm going to cum," she groaned. "Oh, I'm going to cum! It's never been this fast before! It's never been this way! I'm so hot and shivery all over. Your cock is wonderful! It feels so gooood! AAARRRGGGHHH!"
Her climax left her shuddering. Her body had never been rocked with so much pleasure before. It had been the most fantastic fuck she'd ever had.
He still fucked her and she felt his rhythm get faster.
"Squeeze my balls, sugar," he said. "Squeeze my balls hard!"
She reached between them and she found his hanging sac.
She brushed her fingers over his balls gently but that was not what he wanted.
"Harder, baby," he groaned. "I want you to squeeze them hard!"
She caught them in her fingers and she began to squeeze them hard. She felt the tension go up his back and his balls slapped louder as he thrust deeper into her belly.
"That's it," he groaned. "That's the way I want you to do it."
She was starting to get ashamed of herself as she realized that she was about to take his cum into her cunt. How could she have acted the way she had? She was a decent woman. She was a good wife.
How could she have acted that way?
He sensed her nervous hesitation and he grabbed her by her hair.
"Damn you, baby," he said. "You keep moving that fine ass of yours or I'm going to spank it. Understand me? You'd better wiggle like you want this to be the finest fuck I've ever had."
She knew he meant it and she began wiggling as fast as she could. She rubbed herself against him everywhere. His hands went beneath her to cup her ass.
He lifted her up off the floor and now his cock was thrusting deeper than it had before. She'd never known that a man's cock could get that deep into a woman's pussy.
"Oh Jesus," he groaned. "I'm going to cum inside you, baby. I'm going to fill your sweet cunt with my cum. I'm going to blow the top of your fucking head off with my cum!"
His hard, deep thrusts got faster and faster and she could feel his cockhead growing within her and she knew he was nearly there.
"CHRIST!" he yelled. "AAARRRGGGHHH!"
She felt his thick hot jism splashing against her cunt walls. She continued to hunch up at him until his last shuddering spurt. Then he fell off her with a soft gasp.