Chapter 10
The autumn air had toughened, and a chilly wind did its job, stripping dead leaves from trees. The smoggy clouds that had smudged the sky since June were gone and the night glittered with stars.
Disguised in a blonde wig, Debbie didn't mind the cool air as she strolled through the park, even though she wasn't wearing a coat and was lightly dressed. She felt as good as she possibly could, poised for a marvelous experience.
She planned to be raped.
Tonight was the night. Frank had said he was going bowling, then left his ball in the closet. An excited Debbie immediately recognized that her husband was off on another stint as the Ridgecrest Rapist.
She was betting that the park was a spot he regularly cruised. That's why she was there now, drifting along a path, her blouse sheer and her skirt short, with nothing on underneath except the fall weather. Baiting the trap.
Results were on the way.
Debbie heard him before she saw him. His heavy footsteps were tromping through the brush. His approach was arrogant, with no attempt at concealment. Obviously he wanted his victims to be warned so they would panic and start to run. Then the chase would be on.
More than willing to play the game, Debbie theatrically responded to the snapping brush in the distance. She was a frightened deer, looking this way and that with large, wary eyes, her wig effectively transforming her appearance.
More threatening footsteps. Debbie moved faster along the path, her performance flawless.
Then he appeared, framed by the moonlight. Dressed in black again, his face blurred by the stocking over it, he reeked menace as Debbie glanced at him over her shoulder. Her cunt spasmed with anticipation.
This was it. The moment of truth.
"Hey, you!" he called.
Debbie started to run, knowing that's what he really wanted.
"That's right, go ahead and run!" he mocked. "Run, bitch, run!"
He laughed, then started moving forward.
"And I'll be running right after you, bitch!"
His long legs quickly covered distance at a deceptive rate, like a big cat closing in on its prey. Debbie had no chance at escape.
Not, of course, that she wanted one. In fact, she was so eager to be victimized that she purposely shortened the chase by seeing to it that she tripped.
She pitched forward, face-down in a clump of weeds. In the process her short skirt was jostled up, exposing the rounded globes of her bare ass and giving a shadowy glimpse of her pussy.
The Ridgecrest Rapist caught up, not even breathing hard. Debbie sneaked a quick peek and saw the smudged stocking-covered face, knowing that it belonged to her own husband.
"Mmmmmm, no panties," he said irt his masked voice. "Were you expecting something, Baby?"
"I was supposed to meet my boyfriend in the park," Debbie lied, disguising her own voice by speaking into the weeds and keeping her face concealed to avoid recognition. "He'll be along any minute. He knows karate."
"Maybe he'll catch me fucking you," Frank snarled. "And maybe I'll catch him with this, right in the goddamn throat."
He whipped out a long, gleaming knife, putting the blade to Debbie's neck. Debbie's face remained hidden.
"You know who I am, and you know what I'm going to do to you," he hissed.
Debbie decided to be bold, to zig where she was expected to zag.
"I think you're a phony," she dramatically said with her face in the weeds. "I don't think you're man enough to rape me."
"What'd you say, cunt?"
"You heard me," Debbie taunted in her altered voice.
She became even more brazen, lifting her uncovered ass in the air.
"Look at that cunt . . . mmmm, look at that asshole," Debbie murmured, her face still out of Frank's view. "Which one are you going to fuck first, stud?"
She poked a finger up her ass, another in her pussy, making them squish before she removed them and wiped their sticky contents on her inner thighs.
"Or maybe stud is the wrong word," she resumed speaking. "Maybe the big, bad Ridgecrest Rapist is all bark and no bite. A fat reputation to cover up for a puny cock. Could be you're one of those freaks who try and get back at women for your pitiful dork."
"We'll see about that, bitch," Frank responded, biting into his words.
He unzipped his pants, hauling out his cock. Debbie's taunts seemed to have made it bigger than it normally was.
The cock-head smashed against Debbie's asshole. With some twisting, the tip screwed inside. Then, a crotch-thrust, and the entire knob of the prick engorged Debbie's tightest orifice.
"Good start. But let's have the rest of it," Debbie reacted. "Then I'll tell you if I was wrong about your prick."
Frank shoved. Half his dick barged up Debbie's ass.
"Only feel about five or six inches," she taunted. "Is that the best the great Ridgecrest Rapist can do?"
"You'll find out, bitch," Frank seethed.
He grabbed Debbie's asscheeks and bucked his crotch. The rest of his prick whammed into Debbie's tight hole. There was no resistance because Frank's cock-surge was too savage to put up with any.
"How do you like my prick in your ass now, bitch?" Frank asked. "Deep enough for you? Still think I'm a phony?"
"Mmmmmm, you're killing me and I love it. You're the real goods all right," Debbie moaned with pleasure. "Now move it. Move your cock in my ass. In and out . . . back and forth. Butt-fuck me out of this world with your big, strong dick."
"You want it, baby, you got it," Frank rasped.
His stiff prick began coursing to and fro in Debbie's asshole. The strokes were long and pumping. First Frank would pull his dick all the way out of Debbie's shitpit until only the head remained in her asshole. Then, lurching, he would drive his cock to the core of her ass, the knob of his hard-on plunging into a watery reservoir of shit.
"I want to come! Make it happen for me, stud!" Debbie pleaded.
Frank grunted, his cock screwing even faster.
"Oh, yes, yes . . . that's it . . . I'm getting there," Debbie babbled with her face hidden in the weeds. "Climbing the mountain!"
Then she screamed with wild joy as Frank's prick fucked her with an extra-deep thrust. She was boiling inside and started climaxing as hard as she ever had in her life.
"God, I'm coining so much. So fucking much," Debbie groaned. "You're doing it for me as good as it's ever happened. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!"
She was unhinged. Reckless. Too much so.
"FUCK MY ASS, FRANK!" she screamed in her natural voice without restraint.
Her howl echoed through the park, the cry of a night creature in heat. When it trailed off, there was a silence. A dense silence laden with sudden tension. Frank's cock froze in Debbie's ass.
Just as Debbie realized what she had done, Frank spoke.
"How do you know my name?" he asked. His voice clicked, sounding like it was on tape.
"Wha-what name?" Debbie stammered, lamely reacting to her blunder.
"Who the hell are you?"
Frank grabbed Debbie's hair to yank her head back. But her blonde wig came off in his hand. He flung it away and grabbed her real hair, snapping her neck. Then he twisted her face toward his.
The game was over. It was a moment of truth in their lives that husband and wife would never forget.
"Debbie!" Frank blurted with disbelief.
What could Debbie say or do? She felt like a little kid caught with her hand in the cookie jar. Only the stakes were much, much higher.
She could only think of one approach--total honesty.
"I couldn't resist, Frank," she told her astonished husband. "When I figured out you were the Ridgecrest Rapist, I couldn't keep out of it. The idea of my own husband fucking all those women turned me on more than I could control. I wanted you to rape me too."
"How did you find out it was me?" Frank asked warily.
"I have my methods," Debbie coyly answered. "But you don't need to worry about it. The cops don't have my crystal ball and I'm not about to lend them a helping hand. Your secret's safe with me."
"And what happens next . . . between us?" Frank nervously said.
"Well, you might start by taking that goofy stocking off your head," Debbie laughed. "It doesn't do a thing for your looks."
Frank hesitated a moment, then slowly pulled the stocking up over his face. With his features exposed, his expression was one of tense concern.
"Relax," Debbie soothed. "You're off the hot seat as long as you're making it with me. We're just a couple of consenting adults. Husband and wife. If your cock's in my ass, it means I want it there."
Frank did a double-take as if it were a surprise to him that his prick was still filling Debbie's ass. It now seemed like an eternity to him since he had started butt-fucking his wife--back when he was still the Ridgecrest Rapist and she was his nameless victim.
Debbie knew that she had to help her husband. Only some great need within him had driven him to assume a double life. It was her job to make him realize that plain Frank Winslow was as much of a man as the infamous Ridgecrest Rapist. Fortunately the presence of his cock in her ass gave her a head-start.
"Forget about everything, Frank," Debbie crooned. "All that counts right now is us. Your big prick in my tight ass. What could be better for each of us? Feeling good is all that matters."
She paused, interrupting herself with a provocative moan of anticipation.
"And nothing feels better than a deep, hard butt-fuck," she resumed with a sensual purr. "Start moving your dick inside me, Frank. Ball my ass and nothing else will mean a damn--I guarantee it. Trust me."
"I don't know," Frank muttered. "Just don't know about this."
"I do," Debbie said. "Let me show you."
She tightened her anal muscles around her husband's cock and wiggled her ass. Suddenly Frank's balls were churning in their sac.
"How do you like it, Frank?" Debbie asked. "Does your cock feel good in my ass? Can you keep from butt-fucking me?"
Frank didn't answer with words. His reflexes did his talking for him. His crotch quickly achieved a thrusting rhythm that matched his wife's.
"Mmmmmm, that's it, Frank--your cock's alive again," Debbie sighed. "Fuck me. Fuck my ass."
Frank's hands slid down Debbie's ribcage, finding her tits through her sheer blouse. He squeezed them, as his prick ass-fucked her.
"You're doing good, Frank, but you can do even better," Debbie groaned. "Rip my blouse off.
Dig your fingers into my naked tits. Bruise me. Pinch my nipples while you're balling my ass."
"You really like it this way, don't you?" Frank rasped, after his hands had torn her blouse away and seized her bare boobs. "The rawer it is, the more you dig it."
"Congratulations, Frank," Debbie chuckled. "After five years of marriage, you've finally figured me out. Now, please, please, please, do something about it. The Ridgecrest Rapist doesn't need any victims as long as he's married to me. I'm just sorry I didn't get the message across to you before. We could have saved each other a lot of trouble."
Frank's thumbs and forefingers clasped Debbie's erect nipples. There was pinching--tentative at first, then more severe. When Debbie shrieked with grateful pain, Frank's cock increased her welcome suffering with a thrust to the tender core of her ass.
"That's the ticket, Frank," Debbie gasped. "Hurt me good."
To maximize the thrills, Debbie rocked her hips to and fro, working her ass in harmony with her husband's butt-fucking cock. Magnificent pain surged within her. Erotic voltage zapped the core of Debbie's soul.
"Ooooooh, Frank," Debbie swooned, "do you have any idea what you're doing to me? How much I love this?"
"Are you coming yet?" Frank asked, his prick ramrodding Debbie's ass while his fingers twisted the nipples of her tits.
Debbie responded with a dirty, murky moan. She was coming all right. And determined to let the world, the stars, moon and universe know that it was so. Maybe God Himself, too.
Debbie was shaking and writhing. And she was jamming her butt against Frank's crotch, keeping his big cock totally buried in her asshole. The head of his prick was deep in her guts, getting sloshed by hot shit.
Debbie had been fucked by many men, in every possible way. She was used to the best in coming. But now her past seemed like small potatoes. What she was now experiencing was the ultimate . . .
No--beyond the ultimate.
"I'm gonna live forever!" she screamed.
There was really no other conclusion for her to reach.
Then there was Frank. Frank, fucking his own wife yet feeling as if he were* actually balling some sort of goddess. Debbie was no longer merely his wife, but the turner of a key to a door through which he had passed. A door that opened onto a level of existence that was higher than he had ever imagined existed.
Frank had turned himself into the Ridgecrest Rapist because he was searching for something that would lift him out of the rut of everyday life. Now, it turned out, it was his own wife who held the answer for him.
"If I'd only known," Frank told Debbie while his cock fucked her ass. "If only I'd known what I had all along with you. I'd have never fucked anyone else."
"Same here," Debbie responded between climaxes, revealing to Frank for the first time her experiences with other men.
"You were screwing around?" Frank gulped with surprise.
"What's good for the goose is good for the gander," Debbie confessed lightly. "While you were the Ridgecrest Rapist, I was the town slut."
"Jesus . . . five years," Frank sighed. "Five wasted years."
"The final result is what counts, Frank," Debbie replied with certainty. "The past is past. The future is all that matters."
Then she swooned, starting to climax again from the big cock in her ass.
"The future . . . and, of course, the present, stud," Debbie resumed moaning. "Now let's can the philosophy. Your cock is in my ass. I'm digging it and so are you. What more can we ask for? Just stop straining your brain, stud, and concentrate on your prick in my ass. Let go and come in me. Getting your rocks off'll give you amnesia real fast about anything that's gone down before that bugs you."
Frank couldn't argue with Debbie. His common sense wouldn't let him. More significantly, his cock and balls wouldn't let him. His cum was eager to blast into the depths of Debbie's squeezing, thirsty ass.
Debbie knew it. The tell-tale contractions of her husband's cock didn't lie. She had been fucked by too many dicks not to know when a man was ready to come.
So she urged, squealing, "Come in me, Frank! Come in my ass! Fill me up with your hot jizz!"
Frank's fingers dug into the spongy flesh of his wife's tit. His hard-on was only ten inches long, but it seemed to penetrate his wife's shitpit a foot deep.
"You want my cum, you got it!" Frank bellowed.
His cock lurched in Debbie's ass, then blew its top. A cascade of jism poured into his wife.
"Fire!" Debbie screamed in response. "Liquid fire--that's what your jizz is in my ass, Frank! Spurt it, shoot it!"
Sprawled on top of Debbie, Frank went into convulsions, his cock spewing burst after burst of molten cum into her ass. Now he was the one babbling about living forever.
"Never come so hard before! So much! So good!" Frank exclaimed. "God, there's no other woman like you!"
Debbie just wailed. Her own climax had driven her temporarily insane. She was jabbering hysterically, telling the night in a language of her own invention how furiously she was getting off.
At last Frank's prick stopped spurting. But it did not soften.
"Wanna ball you some more," he told his wife, slurring his words with lust.
"Then pull your cock out of my ass and fuck my cunt," Debbie eagerly responded. "I can't get enough fucking either!"
And so the action continued, the only change being the quick transfer of Frank's dick from Debbie's butt to her pussy. Virtually all of the same things happened again--the moaning, the screaming, the total, gut-wrenching joy for both fucking partners.
Frank and Debbie had traveled a long road to reach this point. Along the way each of them had strayed several times from the other, but now they were as one.
The rest of the world? It was still there, of course. But it could no longer influence husband and wife except to draw them closer together. And a test of this bond would now occur, just after Frank's dick had shot its creamy wad into Debbie's thirsty cunt.
A police siren. Then the screeching of brakes at, the edge of the park. A door slamming and excited voices.
"There he is!" a cop yelled to his partner. "Let's get the son of a bitch!"
The violent sounds of a chase suddenly took over the night. The park was alive with pursuit.
Frank and Debbie could not ignore it. Cutting off their fucking, they scurried to cover to watch. A man came running by, the cops hot on his heels. He looked scared out of his wits, and understandably so, for the pursuing cops resembled mad dogs.
"Christ," Debbie whispered to Frank, "they think they've got the Ridgecrest Rapist. Poor sucker. They'll beat the shit out of him if they catch him."
"That's his problem," Frank chuckled. "It's not the cops' fault if the real Ridgecrest Rapist has just retired. They've got to think about their reputation. Somebody's got to take the fall."
"Just so long as it's not you, lover," Debbie sighed. "I can't fuck you if you're in jail."
"Amen," Frank grinned.
About a hundred yards beyond, the cops caught up with their prey. There was cursing. Then smacking thuds, and cries of anguish.
"They'll frame that sucker for sure," Frank said confidently. "Looks like I'm off the hook."
"They've got their man, and I've got mine," Debbie warmly noted. "C'mon, stud, let's go home. Seems to me you owe it to me to finish what you've started.
"Right on, Babe. Thanks for saving my ass."
"All in a night's work," Debbie laughed, mellow as could be. "It's the least a wife can do for her husband."