Chapter 1
Jill smashed the phone down, wishing to hell she could hit her husband with it. Then, for good measure, she picked up the plate of mashed potatoes and threw it against the wall. Fuck him!
At least that's what she wished she could do. Automatically, like the good little housewife she was, she grabbed a sponge and cleaned the gooey mess off the paint she'd spent all after-noon cleaning. Finally, after she'd swept the broken pieces of china off the floor, she sat down at the table and cried.
"God damn you, Paul!" she sobbed out loud, wishing she had the guts to say it to his face. She had a lot she'd like to tell him. But either he didn't have time to listen to her or else he just lost his temper. Either way, she lost.
She was so horny and had looked forward to this evening so much. She took a couple of deep breaths, calming down a little. Her anger was crowding out the delicious horniness she'd let build. Dammit, she had a right to lose her temper! Like this afternoon, when she'd had such a romantic evening planned for them, a roast in the oven and candles and wine on the table. After he promised her he wouldn't work late this week.
Lying bastard. When would he learn that some things were more important than money, even as in debt as they were?
Jill was so horny she felt like she was about to explode. All day she'd looked forward to his hard, thick cock fucking her. Now there was no telling what time he'd get home. And whatever time that might be, he was sure to be too tired.
Angrily, she poured herself a full glass of wine and drained it in a few quick swallows. Then she stomped off to the bedroom. She stripped out of her sweaty chore clothes, still cussing and fuming, and jumped in the shower for a quick rinse. Her head was pounding when she got out, and she looked bitterly at the expensive new dress she'd so carefully laid out on the bed.
Dammit, she'd wear it anyway. Even if her only audience was going to be herself at supper, she at least wanted to feel sexy. A little perfume would make her feel better, too. The dress fit her like a glove, clinging to every voluptuous curve of her body. She turn-ed in front of the mirror, liking the way the sheer fabric clung to her butt and hinted at the crevice in the center. Her long blond hair brushed against her naked shoulders and back as she moved.
The best thing about the dress, though, was the way it made her titties look. It made them stick out lusciously and clung to them, em-phasizing her nipples. At any moment her boobs would come flowing over the top, it looked like.
"Eat your heart out, Paul," she said, cup-ping her tits and lifting them up. But she knew the first thing her husband would probably say when he saw her in it. He would ask how much it cost, and then he would say they couldn't afford it. Unfortunately, he was right.
She jumped when the door buzzer went off. At least she was presentable, and didn't look like the frumpy housewife she felt like.
"Mrs., ah, Taylor?" She'd never seen the man before. "yes?"
"May I come in and talk to you? I'll only take a moment of your time."
She eyed him suspiciously through the bare-ly cracked door, toying with the night latch. Not too old. Briefcase. A little rumpled, but very good looking and pointedly sexy. Ob-viously a salesman.
Afterwards she was never sure why she let him in, and there were a lot of times she wish-ed she hadn't. Maybe it was because he was so handsome, or maybe it was the athletic look he had. Maybe it was because Paul told her never to let strangers inside when he wasn't around, and she was mad at Paul.
Or maybe it was the lump at his crotch and the way his eyes raked over her. Like he owned her.
"I-I guess so," she stuttered, fumbling the night latch open at last. She immediately thought he might be dangerous, because he was so big and powerful looking. But the way he smiled at her as they sat down on the couch made her feel better, and she noticed how he kept looking at her tits whenever he thought she wouldn't notice.
But Jill did know why she sat through his stupid sales speech, hardly hearing what he said. Since Paul wasn't around, she decided, a little drunkenly, that she was going to try her dress out on this man. Ben Spears, he said his name was.
She did her best to distract him. She made the right responses at the right times, keeping him talking and looking. She twisted her lush body, making her titties stick out more, and gave him a good look at them when she pretended to be interested in the notebook he spread out on the coffee table.
This was fun! she thought. She was getting turned on. Maybe Paul didn't care about her, but other men did. Jill laid it on thick and heavy, almost giggling at the way his cock lump was pushing his pants up. She let her dress hike up further and further on her thighs, until she felt downright indecent. He was practically shaking with nervousness, she thought.
But it was far from nervousness that made him tense his muscles and hold himself in check. It was cold anger.
She was just another bored housewife. A cockteaser. Stacked better than most, true, and making all the right moves to turn him on. In his line of work he'd seen a hundred like her.
And had a few, too.
Another cockteaser. No sale here-she was just fucking playing with him. Another horny bitch whose husband was gone. He knew just how to handle her.
She was leaning so close it was easy. With no warning at all, he grabbed her head and kissed her, sucking at her lips and driving his tongue deep inside her mouth, tasting the wine.
"Mmmmmmmm," she said, responding automatically. What he did took her by sur-prise, and she couldn't help it. And when he roughly grasped her boob, she pushed it against his palm instinctively. And then she forced him away.
"I think you'd better go, Mr. Spears. Right now."
He laughed, and she couldn't meet his straight-on stare. "I don't think you want me to leave, hon. I don't think that's what you want at all. Is it now?"
"Get out of here." she shook her head in-dignantly, trying to cover her fear. "Who do you think you are, anyway?"
"Oh, can the shit. Don't play innocent with me. You've been playing your little game for fifteen minutes, shaking those beautiful knockers in my face. Now I wouldn't mind seeing them."
"I don't have to listen to this filthy talk in my own apartment," she said, standing up. "I'm going to count to five, and if you're not out of here by then-"
"You want it, don't you? You're lonely, you're horny. I can tell. Quit playing games.
I'm going to make you feel good."
Jill shrieked when he grabbed her wrist and pulled her back down to the couch with a jerk. She pushed against his chest with both hands as hard as she could, but he overpowered her with his brute strength and weight. She groan-ed as he crushed down on top of her, trapping her hands between them.
This time it was nowhere near a gentle kiss. She kept moaning in horror as he raped her mouth with his tongue. No man had ever kiss-ed her in such a rough, dirty, familiar way before.
She was being attacked by a stranger, and she fought. But somehow it was incredibly ex-citing.
When he squeezed her tit again she got a funny feeling deep inside her. He was really turning her on! She didn't understand, and she didn't want to admit it.
The thought gave her renewed strength. He had his knee in between her legs, and her writhing forced her dress practically past her pussy as she slid around frantically on the couch. His powerful thigh forced her legs apart more and more, and there was a sharp pain as he pinched her nipple through her dress.
Without her clothing around her legs, she had some freedom to move. He bore down on her mouth, raising up just the slightest bit. Jill saw her chance.
She brought her knee up into his crotch, hard. It was dead on target. She felt his balls and the hard shaft of his cock.
He cried out. Then it was her turn, because he bit down on her lower lip.
The slight but sudden pain in his swollen balls and dick made him straighten up. He sat on her thigh to keep her from doing it again.
As the pain eased up, the cold fury grew inside him.
"You fucking bitch!" he said between grit-ted teeth.
She managed to get out one little scream before he clamped his hand heavily down over her mouth. But he hadn't counted on her hands, and now her long nails raked across his left cheek.
He batted her hands out of the way and pressed her head down into the cushions until he felt her give a strangled moan. Blood welled from two long, shallow wounds on his cheek.
"You goddam bitch! You'll pay for that!" Jill shook with terror as she heard him give, an animal growl of rage. His knee rammed right into her unprotected and tender pussy, and she groaned. She felt the springs of the sofa jabbing into the back of her head as he pushed her down. His huge hand covered her open mouth completely, the heel tight against her nostrils and hurting her nose.
Her crotch hurt, but that was nothing com-pared to what came next. Her face stung like fire as he slapped her cheeks time after time, batting her uphung hands away between blows. Then, when she protected her stinging face with her arms, it got worse.
He worked her titties over a little, using his fingers like stubby whips. The pain was oddly titillating to her. The huge masses of her jugs moved back and forth on her chest with each blow like ocean tides. He slapped her belly, too.
Finally, he stopped. She was limp and cowered after the onslaught, but she opened her eyes. The sight of him made her tremble again.
His face was hard and set, mouth curled in lust and vengeance. His eyes drilled right into her. He was red and panting, his hand raised to hit her again. She opened her arms fearfully to peek at him. He was capable of anything, and she just waited for him to light into her again. She shook her head as much as his hand would allow her to, moaning at the pain and the unwanted throbbing in her pussy. Her eyes begged him silently not to do anything else to her.
"Listen, bitch, and listen good. I'm going to take my hand away. But if you so much as make a sound, you'll get more of the same. Got it? Understand what I'm saying?"
She nodded quickly. He waited a second, enjoying her absolute helplessness and submis-sion. No woman had ever fought him like she did, or hurt him. Maybe he'd gone too far this time, but he doubted it. Her whole body radiated fear and sex and longing, and he knew how much she needed it. There was no point in stopping now, no matter what she said or did.
One way or the other, he was going to fuck this incredible woman until her eyes popped. When he was done with her, she'd beg him for it l Just like the others.
Her head bobbed up as he slowly let off the pressure. Then her mouth was free, and she gratefully sucked in huge gasps of air. For a moment she thought about screaming as loud and hard as she could. Somebody in the apart-ment complex might hear her and help her. But there was no guarantee, not at this time of day.
She shuddered to think of what he would do to her then.
He was like a coiled snake, ready to strike if she dared to make a wrong move.
"Don't even think of it, baby. That's right."
"Please! W-what are you going to do?" Her voice was a hoarse croak and her pussy churn-ed alarmingly.
"You just shut up and enjoy it, honey. I'm just going to do what you've been asking for ever since I walked in that door. You cockteaser."
"Nooooo!" She knew what he meant. "Quiet!"
She jerked in fear. Casually, with studied in-solence, he pulled her dress down in front to expose one creamy tit. The dress cut into the bottom of her boob and dug into her shoulder with the tightness. She grimaced and hunched her shoulder down.
No bra. It figured.
"That's real good. You be a good girl and you won't get hurt." By way of testing her, he took the firm ripe tit in both hands, mauling it and digging his fingers in. He squeezed it like bread dough, watching her nipple harden while keeping an eye on her at the same time.
"Ooooohhhh, no!" she squealed, wriggling under him.
This time all it took from him was a warning glance to subdue her. Now he gave her tit his full attention. She had to have one of the finest sets of knockers he'd ever seen, firm and big and pointy and ready to pick. He worked his hands up over the perfect milky flesh, his cock sticking straight up in his pants.
He pinched the nipple, pinched hard. Then he rolled and twisted it, watching it darken and perk up with arousal.
What was happening to her body? She felt out of control. He wrung another moan out of her, but this time it was a moan of desire.
She felt guilty. She was being unfaithful. She didn't understand the strange, twisted desire that this man brought out in her. It was true he forced her, but she really liked it and wanted it. She hated her husband, blamed him because she was so horny that this brutal stranger could force her to be turned on by such treatment.
"Oh God," she panted.
"Like that, sugar? That's just the begin-ning." He kept a firm grip on her tit with one hand, moving the other over to trace the outline of her other jug.
"You bastard! Stop it!"
He chuckled. "We'll see if you still say that after my cock's in your cunt. You'll change your tune then."
His dirty words made her cunt tingle. She tried to fight down the growing need that felt like it was going to overwhelm her, not want-ing to accept the obvious truth of what he said. Her arms were locked helplessly. She wanted to push him off her, get his filthy hands off her tits, but she didn't dare risk his anger again. Jill couldn't hide from the wonderfully tormenting anticipation in her cunt much longer. Yet she couldn't accept the obvious. And it was tearing her apart inside.
"Let's see what else you've got here," he said. He pulled at the top of her dress to get at her other tit, cursing the tightness of the dress. He didn't seem to care about the way it cut into her skin.
But it was still no use. With a savage growl he hooked his fingers in the top and pulled down. It ripped, and he lifted up off her to completely tear the dress down the front.
Now both her tits pointed majestically toward the ceiling. The sight of them made his mouth water.
Her cunt hair was flattened against her pubes by the panty hose. He put his hand down there and tickled up along her slit. She moaned and opened and closed her legs on his hand uncertainly.
Crazily, she thought about her new dress, now ruined. Paul would kill her if he found out. She'd blown money on it in the first place, part of the grocery money.
It was that thought as much as any other that galvanized her into action. She moved her legs as if she was changing position, and then she kicked at him. He toppled and she was running for the front door in nothing but her pantyhose and the shreds of her dress.
She would have made it, too, it she hadn't tripped over her own feet. When she looked up, he was towering over her. Before she even
knew what was happening, he had his hand over her mouth again.
"You just don't learn, do you, bitch?" There was a sickening sound as he ripped her dress off her in long strips. Then he had his
knee in the small of her back, pinning her face-down on the floor. He forced a thick wad of her dress into her mouth and tied the cloth in a knot behind her head.
She screamed. As loud as she could. But the stuff in her mouth deadened the sound com-pletely. He had it so tight she thought she was going to get sick.
In a few seconds, he had her hands tied behind her and carried her into the hall. He kicked the bedroom door open and dropped her in a heap on the floor.
"Now!" he yelled. "No more games! You're going to get it this time!"
She writhed on the floor, inching uselessly toward the open door, wanting only to get out of. there. Horror shot through her as she realiz-ed her cunt was hot and wet with her oozing pussy juice.
That was why she didn't see him as he stripped and swung his belt in the air. "Take it, you worthless cockteaser!" Mindless satisfaction flowed through him as he whipped her butt. Her body straightened like he had sent an electric shock through her. Her long legs clamped shut to protect her sen-sitive cunt from his lashes, but now she couldn't move.
Her back arched as the loud slap of leather echoed in her ears.
She flipped onto her side and curled into a ball. For a moment she actually felt grateful to him for causing the blinding pain that blotted out most of her lust for the moment. She would rather be whipped like a whore than admit how much she wanted him to fuck her.
He whipped down and sideways, catching her ass again, venting his fury at last. She jerk-ed again and flipped onto her back, not want-ing the terrible punishment on her ass again. She drew her knees up.
"Worthless bitch!" he sputtered. He strad-dled her and forced her knees back down easily with his foot. He raised his arm again, for the last time.
The very tip of the belt flicked out and caught her nipple. She felt like it had been rip-ped out with red-hot pincers. She rocked and bucked, knowing there was no mercy in him.
Lust ripped through her, more intense than any pain he had caused.
"Had enough?" He waited for the only answer she could give.
Between his feet, her thighs parted. Her beautiful blue eyes were wide with pain and desire and pleading. Slowly she opened her shaking legs to him. Every sob made her shoulders shake, and tears streamed down her cheeks.
He gave a low, ugly chuckle, tossing the belt aside. "Higher. Get those legs up. I want a good look at your pussy, slut."
There. There it was, the proof of what he suspected all along. There was a growing dark spot at the bottom of her slit, sleek and wet with the steady trickle of her cuntjuice. The crotch of the pantyhose clung obscenely to her flattened pussy lips.
He stripped. He peeled her pantyhose off her. He balled them up and threw them aside. He sank down on his knees before her uplifted legs, his eyes glued to the sight of her slick cunt. Obviously, she liked her loving rough. He had her pegged about right.
She whimpered out a stiff nasal protest. It wasn't a protest about being fucked, but more about being fucked by his enormous cock. She trembled helplessly.
It was the biggest prick she'd ever seen. She wasn't sure whether she could take it or not.
She quaked with the knowledge that any second now he would ram his incredible cock into her pussy.
The light sprinkling of her curly pussy hair was matted down with moisture. He pinched each rubbery cuntlip between his fingers, opening her up more and more. Now he saw her clit, unhooded at last, embedded at the top of her gash like a tiny spike.
She burned with pain and fear and humilia-tion. She was putty in his hands now, com-pletely submissive. An enormous chasm of need opened inside her, a void she'd never known excisted in her before.
She wanted him! She wanted him to fuck her with that enormous, club-like prick. What was more, she liked being forced. The hurt was disappearing, feeding her soaring lust. She wanted to tell him, she wanted to beg him to fuck her.
She was his. He jerked her cunt open a little more energetically.
He gathered some of her sticky, slippery cunt juice on his forefinger and rubbed it all around her clit, pressing hard now and then. She thought she would come right then and there.
Then, with no warning, he stopped. The wonderful sensations in her cunt and clit ebbed away horribly, and she begged him incoherent-ly through her gag. For his cock.
She gasped as he lifted her up in the air, then turned her over and laid her flat on her stomach.
She humped up a few inches and opened her legs, waiting for him to touch her pussy any way he wanted. She was reduced to a shameless, molten lump of need.
"You whore. You're as fuck-hungry as any other woman." His rage was spent, but not his cock. It whacked against his belly.
She felt his prick at last, but not where she ' expected it. He covered his cock with pussy-juice, and she felt it wiggle from side to side against her virgin asshole.
She shrieked mutely and pulled her butt away, but that only made him follow her and press harder into her crack with his prick. Her tied hands were trapped between them, and he controlled her with his weight.
"I'm going to fuck your asshole, girl. Ah, shit! Open up, Fuck! Give ... it ... UP!" She resisted him with the tight ring muscles. She clenched her ass muscles tight against the invasion of his prick, but he kept jamming away.
She gave in because she had to. He wedged half his cockhead into her rear. There was ex-quisite pain, and her asshole clamped down hard.
He fought against coming, and against his prick sliding back out of her. He drove in harder, and she felt his entire cockhead slide into her butt. The unfamiliar fuck made her convulse in a frenzy of fading pain and grow-ing ecstasy.
He covered her body with his, pinioning her flailing legs with his feet. Her asshole encased his monster cock and squeezed it. Her abused body struggled beneath his as he crushed the breath out of her.
The inexorable pressure started up again. Gingerly he shifted his point of support from his hands and knees to his prick, slowly put-ting his weight behind it.
Her pussy dripped like a faucet. She felt ab-solutely full, but more and more of his cock slipped into her with each second. His cock was so incredibly, horribly, fucking BIG!
At last, she felt his belly rub against her sore asscheeks. Then, when she thought he couldn't possibly stuff any more of his cock into her, there was a powerful little surge of his hips. The very last fraction of an inch slid past her clutching asshole.
He groaned at the goodness of it, resting on the cushiony globes of her butt. His cock jumped and pulsed in her ass.
"Ahhhhh," he moaned. "That's nice, that's so fucking good! Move your ass, baby, move it for me!" He eased up, and then he was almost sorry. The little circular motions he urged out of her were bringing him close to fir-ing off, much too close. He wanted to enjoy this for a little while longer, and so he sank back against her and stopped her from mov-ing.
"Now. Oh, shit that's good! I'm going to take this gag off. Any screams or anything like that and you know what'll happen. All right?"
She didn't need to respond. While he unknotted the gag, his cock slithered in and out of her asshole. The pain was gone, but it still felt like he was splitting her apart, ripping her in two.
She was humiliated, ruined, raped and abused. In her crazed mind she planned what she would say to him. After what he'd done, there was nothing else he could do that could hurt her more or make her more ashamed. She had nothing to lose. She would scream for help and cuss him and spit at him. Fucker!
But when she was able to talk it was dif-ferent. She felt the overpowering sick need of her hungry cunt. She closed her eyes and all she could see was his big, beautiful cock!
"Please . . . " she managed. The way he thrust his prick in her ass drove her wild. "Please what? Let's hear it," he sneered. "Please fuck me! Fuck my ass! Hurt me, I need it so bad! My pussy needs your cock! Oh, Jesus . . . yes . . . oh, shit! Make me come-MAKE ME FUCK YOU!"
It made him hotter and hotter. He plugged her asshole good, quickening his strokes. As he did, he reached down under her and levered her cunt up with his hand.
She was yelling again. But this time he didn't care, and he didn't intend to punish her. It was strictly a turn on.
"FUCK ME, FUCK ME, HARDER, HARDER, HARDER!" she chanted.
She shook with each powerful slam of his cock in her asshole. She wanted it as hard as he could give it to her, she wanted him to ream her insides and keep up the fantastic friction of his prick against her ass walls. She felt like she was going to pass out.
She came. Her orgasm washed over her at last with the strength of a tidal wave.
The repeated clutchings of her anal sphinc-ter around his prick were bringing him close to climax. He sank his middle finger into her pussy and felt the muscular contractions there, too. He used his thumb on her clit to bring her off even better. Not that he cared about that, but with each twin contraction, his prick was squeezed like it was in a vise.
His cock exploded, hosing her bowels with spurt after spurt of boiling cream.
She felt the force of it. His thumb whipped her clit, just as his belt had whipped her before. It was too much to bear.
Her ass filled with his come, her body was covered with the sweet sweat of lust. His prick was still in her butt, even as he untied the tat-tered strip of cloth that bound her hands. All she could do for a couple of minutes was lie on the floor, savoring the last tingling shadows of pleasure in her pussy.
Slowly, she turned over and looked at him. . His face was still hard as he stared at her, even if his prick wasn't. He was breathing raggedly, hands on his hips contemptuously.
She winced at the sore places on her ass cheeks as she sat up, taking his limp cock. in her hand. Welling up in her was a terrifying feeling of gratitude to this man who did such terrible things to her.
She sucked each of his nipples in turn. And then, still holding his cock, she kissed him, long and deep and hard.