Chapter 1
They were a beautiful pair of panties. Light-blue silk with lace. The most expensive panties Jill Bennett had ever owned by far. She felt so elegant when she slipped them on.
She had purposely bought them a size too small. They were tight, showing off her cunt.
She liked to wear them when she didn't have anything else on, then pose in front of the mirror, running her hands down her sleek body and framing her thrusting silken crotch with fluttering fingertips.
Her fingers would eventually slide inside the panties, under the elastic of the leg-holes. With the first touch of her bare pussy, Jill would swoon with desire. Wide-eyed, she would watch a spreading triangle of wetness which stained the panties a darker shade of blue.
"Oooooh," Jill moaned, going through the erotic ritual once again. "My pussy feels so good. So wet and sticky. My beautiful cunt."
Her knuckles stood out through the flimsy crotch-band of the panties as her fingers wiggled inside her moist twat.
"Mmmmm," she sighed, "I think I'm coming already. So soon. God, I'm horny today."
She tugged down the front of her panties. She wanted to look at her cunt in the flesh now.
Slowly, Jill stripped the panties away while she stood before the mirror. Her cunt was squishing with wetness now, as she rhythmically finger-fucked it. Pussy juice glistened at the tops of her inner thighs.
She lowered herself into a chair, floating into it rather than sitting. Her legs drifted upward, straddling the mirror. She planted her feet against the wall in a perfect split-beaver pose, just like she had seen in some of those magazines her husband, Mike, read.
"Pussy... pussy," Jill murmured. "My beautiful... beautiful sweet pussy."
She took her fingers out of her gash and fondled her pussy lips. One moment she would be treating them as gently as petals on a delicate flower. Then, in the next moment, she would tug at the pink flaps of flesh, pulling them out from her cunt as far as they would go.
She knew every trick for turning herself on. This was her secret life and Jill took it seriously. When you had a marriage as awful as hers, an escape valve was an absolute necessity.
Now Jill fingered her clit, playing with it like she had just discovered its existence. Gently, cautiously at first, she explored her clit. Then she became more assertive. Until, finally, with a squeal, she was pinching her clit, turning it purple.
"Sweet fucking Jesus," Jill groaned as she climaxed again.
Her legs drooped when she slid down from her orgasm. She thought about going to get her vibrator, but right now her body felt like jelly and it was too much trouble to move.
She was just sprawled there, stroking her crotch, leaking pussy juice, listening to the buzz in her ears, without a care in the world. The sudden intrusion from the outside world was as unwelcome as it was unexpected.
Someone was knocking on the front door. When the pounding persisted, Jill's mood crumbled completely. The interruption pissed her off. She could no longer be comfortable without doing something about it.
"I'll get rid of that damn pest," she mumbled with anger, as the knocking continued.
She was on her feet now. She threw on a robe, walking briskly toward the front door.
"Yes, what is it?" Jill snapped as she opened the door and glared through the crack.
"Open up!" a beefy hulk of a man growled.
He had a gun.
Looking straight into the muzzle of the pistol, Jill did not resist when the stranger kicked open the door and muscled his way inside. Jill was so distracted she did not even notice that her robe had come open in the confusion, putting her nude body on display.
"Looks like I came to the right place," the intruder laughed.
His eyes were burning holes in Jill's flesh. Glancing down, she realized that she was naked before a strange man for the first time in her life. Her skin immediately turned a glowing pink.
Jill wanted to run, but her feet refused to budge. She was scared, but even more she was excited.
This was more than just a real-life nightmare, Jill realized. It was also like a fantasy about to come true. A fantasy Jill had experienced since girlhood. Being raped by a stranger. Did she really want it to happen?
She bunched up her robe in front of herself, but Jill was suspicious of her own motives. Was she simply trying to cover herself, or enticing the potential rapist with some token resistance?
"P-please don't hurt me," Jill stammered when the stranger grabbed the flaps of the robe away from her. But her protest sounded weak, even to her own ears.
The burly stranger yanked at the robe and suddenly it was ripped in two pieces and Jill was completely naked. For some reason, she stole a glance at her tits and noted that the nipples were red and erect.
Jill expected to be rushed and mauled. But the stranger was very calm. With the gun dangling almost casually at his side, he used his free hand to slowly unzip his fly. He seemed to be teasing Jill, as though he knew she was secretly begging to see his cock.
He was right. Jill couldn't help herself. She found herself anticipating the biggest cock she had ever seen.
Then, the stranger's zipper was down. He was working on his belt buckle as his shorts bulged out of his dirty gray work pants. The pants fell, then the shorts. The intruder cocked his hips and locked the muscles in his groin, flexing his stiff cock at least ten inches up in the air.
Jill had to cover her mouth with her forearm to hide the hungry swipe of her tongue across her lips. She didn't want to seem too eager. The whole point of rape was the struggle. She had to resist to truly experience the act.
"Suck it, bitch!" the stranger commanded, thrusting his fat cock-head into Jill's face.
Jill couldn't say no. She was afraid it might come out just the opposite if she tried to speak and make her appear too willing. So she clenched her jaw and froze her facial muscles, pretending that she didn't want to suck the big prick throbbing before her.
A small cold circle suddenly pressed at Jill's left temple. There was a menacing click. The gun.
"It's this simple, cunt," the stranger snarled. "Suck my cock or I'll blow your brains out."
Then he laughed. He was having a good time.
"Tell you what," he said. "I've got one bullet left in this gun. Let's play a little game. I'll spin the chambers, then pull the trigger. Every time you say no to sucking my cock, you've got a five-out-of six chance to reconsider and live. Not bad odds at all. All in your favor-until that one time you run out of luck."
Jill said nothing. Some wild part of her had accepted the dare to risk instant death in order to heighten the erotic drama.
The stranger wasn't kidding. He pulled the trigger. There was a hollow snap on an empty chamber and the air seemed to crack around Jill's ears. But she did not flinch.
The intruder spun the chambers, cocked the hammer and played the game again. But now his gun-hand was shaking. In the middle of the third try, he threw the pistol away and gruffly called the whole thing off. Jill had called his bluff.
"I'm tired of playing games," he rasped. "I take what I want."
Jill didn't resist. She didn't cooperate. She didn't do anything. It was up to the stranger to show how brutal he could be without his gun.
The intruder had backed off with the gun. Now he tried to make up for that with his cock.
He grabbed Jill's face with both hands and pried her jaws open. Then he jammed his hard-on into her mouth and down her throat. Suddenly Jill was taking every inch of his massive prick.
"I might've let you off with a simple blow job," the stranger said, "But now I want the whole works. You're gonna get fucked in the mouth, lady. Hard and deep, until your throat is sore."
He began rolling his hips. His cock twisted in Jill's throat, its taste so salty that it invited thirst. Jill thought of the cum that would soon be filling her mouth and felt her pussy spasm.
Jill fell back under the stranger's driving cock-thrusts. Now she was on the floor, with her assailant's crotch grinding against her face. His prick used her mouth just like a cunt.
Jill clawed at the cheeks of the stranger's ass, sinking her nails into the firm flesh. She was supposed to be fighting him, but was actually driving his cock deeper and deeper down her throat.
It couldn't go on like this for long. The stranger was fucking Jill's mouth too hard not to come.
"Gonna shoot it into your mouth," he slurred. "Hottest load of jizz you ever tasted, bitch."
His prick lurched, swelling even beyond its regular size. Then it shuddered for a split-second and erupted.
The scalding cum poured down Jill's throat. When it hit her belly she climaxed on the spot.
When the stranger pulled his drained cock from Jill's mouth, she didn't want to let go. But she knew she couldn't seem too anxious. Not if she wanted the stranger to fully dominate her.
"Get up!" the intruder barked.
He brought his hand up under Jill's neck, jerking her to her feet.
"Go over to the chair," he ordered.
Squeezing Jill's chin in his powerful grip, he spun her around and kicked her in the ass so she hurtled across the room.
She skidded to a stop against the chair on her knees. Laying her head on the cushion, she paused to catch her breath.
"That's just like I want you," the stranger said. "Just lift your ass a little higher in the air. Spread your cheeks."
Jill did as she was told. When she opened her cheeks, her asshole suddenly tingled as it pulsed in exposure.
"Mmmmm," the stranger responded. "There's nothing sweeter than a good-looking woman's ass."
He closed the distance between Jill and himself, lining up in back of her. He laid his big cock and fat balls in the crack of Jill's butt, slowly rubbing them against her cunt and asshole.
Jill couldn't help it. She started to come again. Her hips shimmied as though she were already being fucked by the stranger's huge prick.
"You want it bad, don't you, baby?" the stranger panted.
Jill bit her tongue to keep from screaming out her agreement. But her asshole and cunt could not conceal her arousal. They were both glistening from the juice within them.
"Can't decide which hole I want to fuck you in," the intruder said.
Then he laughed, his whole frame shaking. His cock squirmed like a snake in the crack of Jill's ass.
"Guess I'll fuck both," he announced. "No reason not to."
And then, suddenly, with stabbing impact, his massive hard-on drove into Jill's tight ass. There was no hesitation. Deeper and deeper the big dick filled the narrow channel, until it was hiked and Jill was shrieking with agony.
"You take a cock good in your ass, baby," the stranger told Jill. "Some women are just too skinny in their shit-hole. A cock like mine rips 'em to pieces. But you... you're plenty tight in the ass... but nice and damp, too."
His prick began working back and forth. Jill immediately picked up on the tempo. Even though it was the first time she had ever taken a cock up her ass, her movements came automatically.
Then, abruptly, the stranger's cock pulled out of Jill's asshole. But, just as abruptly, it plunged up her cunt. Jill didn't have time to be surprised. Her assailant's big dick was just as exciting in her pussy as it was fucking her ass.
"Your pussy's almost as tight as your butt," the stranger whispered hoarsely in Jill's ear, as he fucked her cunt with long, sword-like strokes from the rear. "Which hole do you like it best in?"
Jill refused to answer, forcing the issue.
"Maybe I'll have to refresh your memory," the stranger said.
He swiftly switch his prick from Jill's pussy back to her asshole. He butt-fucked her hard, grabbing her asscheeks for balance as he sent his cock-thrusts home.
Jill grooved on the pain from the ten inches of hard-on in her ass. Getting butt-fucked gave her a different kind of climax than a cock in her pussy-sharper, more dangerous.
Then the stranger switched fuck-holes again. And it was clear that he planned to keep on shifting back and forth between Jill's asshole and pussy until he came.
The action got hotter and hotter. Jill's asshole and cunt were both so stretched by fucking before long that the stranger's big dick effortlessly entered and withdrew from them. A cock-surge in each opening was all he allowed himself before moving to the other hole for a single thrust. It was happening so fast that Jill felt as if she were being fucked in the ass and pussy by two pricks at the same time.
She was coming two ways at once, her ass on fire and her pussy melting. She was finding out something about sex she had not known existed.
Jill could no longer hold her tongue. A plea was choking her to get out.
"Come in me!" she cried. "Let your cock explode! Give me your hot cum!"
"You got it, bitch!" the stranger puffed.
His cock was in Jill's pussy. He tried to switch his prick to her asshole during the last split-second before he came, but there wasn't enough time. All at once the stranger's angry, red prick was spilling its jizz all over Jill's asscheeks and down the ravine of her crack.
Jill reached behind and smeared the cum around. She rubbed it into her asshole like salve and lathered her pussy with it. Some of the jism welled between her fingers and dripped to the floor.
Now Jill raised her head from the chair and looked over her shoulder. She saw what she wanted to see and wheeled around on her knees.
"Ah, yes," she purred, "your cock is still hard."
She took the stranger's fat prick in her hands, drawing the head to her face so she could lap up the last drops of his cum. Then she shifted to his balls, sucking them completely into her mouth so the intruder's cock throbbed against the bridge of her nose and up her forehead, the head poking into the mane of her blonde hair.
"You want me to fuck you again, don't you?" the stranger said.
Jill released his balls from her mouth, dipping to the floor in a spread-eagled position. She lifted her legs, then caught them at the ankles, pulling them back over her head so she was jackknifed. Balancing on her neck she offered her split ass to the stranger, knowing that her asshole was throbbing and purple.
"Fuck my ass again," she urged. "Only this time leave your cock in one place. Really hurt me. Make me suffer."
Her trim butt was hoisted in midair now, turned up and gaping. To fuck Jill's asshole, the stranger would have to drive his hard-on straight down inside her.
He pressed his cock-head against Jill's asshole. Then he shoved, increasing the pressure when there was penetration.
"You're splitting me in two!" Jill screamed with excitement as the stranger's thick prick gored her ass.
The stranger rested his weight against the backs of Jill's thighs as he buried his cock in her asshole. His hips churned. Jill screamed even louder.
"Fuck me! Fuck my ass!" she begged. "Keep moving your cock inside me! Ooooooh, that's the way!"
The stranger jackhammered his prick in Jill's tight ass. Her body collapsed from his powerful cock-thrusts like an accordion. Jill was in agony. But the pain was just frosting on her cake. Because nothing could detract from the constant orgasm she was experiencing. Her climax was so intense that it was as if she had just discovered what it was to be a woman.
The stranger plowed into her ass with his huge cock. The friction was excruciating. Beyond perfect.
"Gonna come!" the stranger gasped.
"Shoot it into me!" Jill exclaimed. "Flood my ass with your hot jizz!"
The stranger gritted his teeth. Sweat streamed down his face. His groin bucked, slamming against Jill's asscheeks. His cock let go like a bottle of champagne blowing its cork.
Spurting cum filled Jill's bowels, mixing with the boiling shit already there. The mixture was like molten lava.
"Don't stop coming!" Jill screeched.
But the stranger's cock was not part of a machine. It slowed to a dribble. And after three climaxes within minutes, it began to soften. It shrank inside the channel of Jill's ass to her disappointment.
Jill was thinking how she could get the stranger's cock hard again to fuck her some more when she heard the commotion outside. It sounded as though the front yard were being turned into a parking lot.
"ALL RIGHT IN THERE!" an amplified voice shouted into the house. "We've got the place surrounded, Ryan. We know you're in there. We'll give you till the count of ten to come out."
"The fucking law!" the stranger spat.
He pulled away from Jill and dove for his gun. When he had the pistol in his hand he charged for the nearest window, busting out the glass. He started shooting without even looking.
His fire was answered, tenfold. Jill scurried for cover. But she did not shield her eyes. From behind the television set she watched the man who had just fucked her in the mouth, cunt and ass cut down by police bullets.
When he sprawled on the floor, oozing blood from a dozen wounds, Jill wanted to crawl out and touch him to see if he was really dead. It was a good thing she didn't. A final flurry of shots burst into the house right where she would have been kneeling.
As Jill looked at the dead man, a numbing paralysis crept over her. She began to cry, as though the responsibility for the loss of another person's life was somehow hers. There was a hollowness in the pit of her stomach and Jill instinctively sensed that it would not easily go away.