Chapter 1
Lisa Johnson was glad she had decided to walk home. She needed some time to think and the cool air would clear her head. She was also glad her husband was out of town for he would surely realize that something was deeply troubling her this evening. She wished she had not agreed to have dinner with Donna Morgan and her brother Tony. Lisa had never met Tony before this evening. She knew that Tony had been in trouble, that he had even been in jail.
Donna had assured Lisa that Tony had changed. She said that Tony was trying to meet some of the nicer people in town so that he could fit into the community.
The evening had been a disaster. Tony was a good-looking man, big and rugged. He was very polite, but his eyes had kept stripping Lisa naked.
Lisa was used to being admired, even lusted after. She was a tall shapely redhead with large tits and a slim waist. She had dressed in one of her nicest dresses that evening. She hadn't meant to be sexy. It was just a very clingy dress. He had kept looking at her and licking his lips. She was beginning to feel very uncomfortable before the night was over.
Donna had been looking ill as she had shown Lisa to the door. She kept saying she was sorry over and over. Even Donna had felt the animal urges that Tony was sending across the room.
It was a relief to get out into the fresh air. Lisa thought she would call her husband when she got home. It would be nice to talk with him and he couldn't see her over the phone. It would make her feel better. It would make her forget the strange things she had felt when Tony had looked at her.
Nobody had ever' made her feel so odd. She couldn't understand it. He was not her type. He looked like a football player who had gotten beat up a lot. She had never liked those brawny types. She just couldn't understand why he bothered her like he did.
She saw the headlights coming up behind her and she stopped. Somehow she knew who it was even before Donna's car stopped beside her. Donna wasn't in it. Tony Morgan was driving.
"Hop in," he said. "Let me take you home."
"I like walking," she said. "Get in the car," he told her.
His voice was a command that she obeyed without thinking. She slid into the car and smoothed her dress down over her knees. She had the sudden feeling that she had crawled into a lion's den. She could smell his strong after shave and it made her sick. There was also a smell of whiskey. Her husband never drank anything but beer.
"Why did you run away?" Tony questioned. "You should have stayed a while longer. I would have driven you home. It's not safe for a young woman on the street these days."
"I had to leave," she said. "My husband is waiting."
"Now that's not the truth, honey," Tony said.
"Don't call me that."
"It's still not the truth, honey. Your husband isn't at home and he won't be at home for a couple of weeks. Donna told me that."
"I think I'd better get out here," she said. "You don't want to get out" honey," Tony said. "You really want to go someplace where we can fuck!"
His words shocked her so badly that she couldn't think of what to do for a moment. She brushed a hand through her long red hair. She was aware of the deathly quiet in the car. Her husband had never used a word like that to her.
"You filthy thing," she said.
She slapped his face as hard as she could. It didn't seem to bother him. He sat there grinning at her. She could feel his hot eyes stripping her naked again. His eyes were like hands caressing her. She had never been so scared as she was at that moment. She grabbed the handle of the car door and jumped out before he could stop her.
She had lived in this small town all of her life but suddenly everything looked different to her. She turned away from the car and ran straight ahead. Later she would ask herself why she had acted so stupidly. She could have run either way and found people that she knew.
Instead she ran straight into a dark corridor between two buildings. A few seconds later she was at a dead end. It was where the owners emptied their trash. She turned around and Tony was blocking the way.
"You keep running away," Tony said. "We're never going to have any fun if you keep running away."
"Please let me by," she said.
She tried to look calm as she started past him. For a moment she thought he was going to let her by. Then suddenly his hand was on her mouth and there was a gleaming knife blade at her throat.
"How do you like my pig sticker, baby?" Tony asked. "Of course" sometimes it's a cunt sticker. I hope you're not going to make me stick you, baby!"
Things like this happened to other people. It was hard to believe that this was happening to her. She stood perfectly still although she wondered how she could stand at all. Her knees were shaking with fear.
"Now I'm going to take my hand off your mouth, baby," he said. "I don't want you to scream. You're not going to scream, are you?"
She shook her head. He slid his hand down her chin to her shoulder and then farther down. His rough fingers rubbed the bare area above the slope of her tits. He rubbed his fingers back and forth and she shivered.
"I've been thinking about doing something since you walked in the door tonight," Tony said. "Do you know what I've been thinking about, baby?"
"No," she answered.
"I've been thinking about fucking you," he told her. "I've been thinking about your big tits and thinking about fucking your tight little cunt!"
"Please don't hurt me," she whispered. "I can't stand pain. I'll do what you want." "You're fucking right you will," he said. His big hand moved down until he had cupped one of her tits. Nobody but her husband had ever touched her there. The warmth of his fingers seemed to melt the fabric of her dress and it was almost like his hand was already touching her bare titty.
"You've got a nicelooking pair of tits," he said. "I really like them. I've been watching you all evening and it almost hurts to look at them."
"Why are you doing this to me?" she asked. "Because I've been in prison a long time, baby," he answered her. "It's been a long time since I've had the chance to get a goodlooking piece of ass like you."
She shivered again. His words and his hand made her feel filthy. She wanted to run right home and take a shower. She thought of all sorts of things she could do to get away. The trouble was that she didn't have the courage or the strength to do any of them.
"Turn around, baby," Tony said. "Don't do anything stupid. I'll hurt you if you do anything stupid!"
"I won't," she promised.
She turned around and pressed her body tightly against his. His hands moved down her back and grabbed her ass cheeks. He pulled her very close against him. She could feel every inch of his muscular body. It was different than being close to her husband. Her husband was getting a little flabby. There was nothing flabby about Tony.
"You do feel good," Tony said. "You've got a beautiful ass and a beautiful pair of tits. I'm going to enjoy fucking the shit out of you!"
He kept squeezing her ass cheeks as he kissed her mouth. She tasted his tongue pushing against her lips. She kept her lips pressed tightly together. He put the knife back at her throat. She knew what kind of threat it was and she opened her mouth.
She thought she was going to be sick as his fat tongue wiggled into her mouth. He pushed his tongue deep enough to gag her. She kept her mouth open and kept her body pressed against his. She had accepted the fact that she could do nothing against him. She simply wanted to get it over with quickly.
He started pushing his fat tongue in and out of her mouth. He explored the inside of her mouth. She had never tasted such hunger before.
He pushed her away from him but not far. He put the knife's point against the top button of her dress. He popped it off with the tip. It made her feel strange all over.
"Do you want to take it off?" he asked. "Or maybe you want me to take them off this way."
"No, wait," she whispered. "I'll take them off!"
She quickly unbuttoned her dress the rest of the way down the front. He didn't give her any time to hide herself. He put one hand in the front of her dress. She hadn't worn a bra and his rough hand cupped her naked titty.
"Yeah,
baby;" he said. "This it what I wanted to feel. A nice, hot titty. Doesn't that make you feel good, bitch? Doesn't it make you feel hot all over?"
"No, damn you."
She did feel funny all over. But it was not exactly that he was turning her on. It was simply strange to feel another man's hand on her titty. Especially a hand that was so rough and muscular.
He caught her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. He stroked her nipple until it was hard and aching. She wanted to pull away but she didn't dare. He kept stroking until her nipple was feeling itchy.
"Don't do that," she moaned.
"What's the matter, bitch?" he asked. "Are you getting turned on? Is this making you hot?"
He didn't wait for an answer. He pulled her dress down and away from her large, creamy tits. He gave a low whistle as he looked at her shapely titties. His hands covered both of them. He started rubbing them hard. She tried to back away from him.
"It won't do you any good to try and get away," he said. "I'm hot for your body, bitch, and I'm going to fuck you!"
He pressed her back against the side of a building. His other hand was holding the knife close to her throat. He started pulling her dress even farther down. He had it down to her waist. There was nothing she could do to stop him.
"Step out of the dress, baby," he said. Her dress was getting dirty but that was the least of her worries. She stepped out of it, and he kicked it away. She was left in nothing but her flimsy panties to protect her.
He pushed her tight against the wall and he bent down his head. His rough red tongue brushed across her nipple. She gasped softly. His mouth opened and he sucked her rigid nipple into his mouth. He captured her nipple under his tongue and brushed his tongue back and forth. She kept trying to push him away but he wouldn't move his head. He was sucking her titty deeper into his mouth with every passing second.
Her tits had always been very sensitive. It was hard to stop the excitement growing inside her. She forgot about the knife as she pushed frantically against him. The knife nearly cut her a little.
"Stop," she moaned. "Please stop!"
He kept the knife at her throat but he moved his other hand down the front of her body. His fingers touched her belly. She felt his fingers at the top of her panties. His fingers slid side her panties. He rubbed his fingers across her pussy hair.
"You've got a tight fucking pussy," he told her. "Slick and tight. I like a woman with a slick pussy!"
She was already slick with her own fuck juices. She couldn't help it. His sucking on her tits had caused it. She kept trying to tear away from him but there was no place she could go. His fingers moved between her legs. His fingers started moving back and forth across her cunt. She jumped a little when one of his fingers fucked into her wet pussy.
He started fucking his finger in and out. She was getting wetter. The edge of his rough finger started rubbing against her clitty. She tried to think of other things but her mind kept coming back to what he was doing to her.
"This is sick," she said. "You won't enjoy it. You don't have to rape a girl. You can find somebody who will enjoy it."
"You're going to enjoy it, baby," Tony told her. "I promise you that. You're going to love it before I'm done!"
"Never, you bastard," she said.
He fucked another finger into her pussy. He started fucking them both in and out very quickly. His fingers were getting very wet from her pussy hole.
He took his fingers out of her cunt. He backed off a little but he still pressed forward with the knife.
"Slide those panties off, bitch," he said. "I'm getting hot for that sweet fuck hole!" She cried softly as she slipped her panties down her legs and stepped out of them. Again he put his hand back between her legs. This time he worked three fingers into her cunt. He fucked her with his thrusting fingers for a few moments.
He moved away from her again. This time he reached down and unzipped his trousers. He slid his hand inside the small opening and fished his hard cock out. He took her hand and pressed her fingers against his feverish cockflesh.
"Play with my cock" baby," he told her. "Wrap your fingers tight around my prick and play with it!"
She was scared to death but she did as he wanted. Her fingers wrapped around his prick" and she started moving her hand up and down. His prick was as hard as rock. She could immediately feel some of his cum leaking out on her fingers.
Her fingers started feeling hot and sticky. She moved her hand down to his big balls. She caressed his balls and then moved her fingers back up to his swollen prick head again.
He moved her hand away. He moved up close to her again. He kept that knife pressed tightly against her throat, and she had no chance of escaping. She felt his cum leaking out of his cock head and wetting her belly. He changed his position.
His cock head was pressed against her pussy lips. She started wiggling but there was nothing she could do to stop him. He moved up slowly" and his enormous cock head spread apart her cunt lips. He was grinning lewdly as he gave a slight shove.
Her cunt walls stretched apart to admit his massive prick. He had pushed his cock half up inside her. It was a strange feeling for her. She had never been fucked standing up" and she had never felt such a big cock inside her pussy.
"Now I'm going to fuck you, baby," he groaned. "I'm going to give you what you've never had before!"
He dropped the knife but she couldn't move anyway. He put both hands underneath, on her ass cheeks. He squeezed her ass hard and lifted her up slightly. He let her back down again and his swollen cock meat slipped all the way inside her pussy.
"Oh, hot damn," he groaned. "You're tight, baby. You're tighter than fucking shit! He began to fuck her in short, savage strokes. His swollen prick was going deep into her cunt. She was crying softly. She could not control the tears running down her cheeks. Neither could she control the growing heat in her pussy.
"I'm going to make you love it, bitch," he groaned. "I'm going to make you love my fucking cock!"
He fucked her harder and faster. He was scraping her back against the side of the building. She had never felt so degraded. She felt like his powerful cock was going to split her in half.
The crazy thing was that she thought that if he kept fucking her like this she would get carried away. She thought her feelings were sick. She couldn't let this huge, ugly man turn her on.
He wasn't going to be able to fuck her for long. Already his prick was growing inside her cunt. She sensed the tension going through her body. He was nearly there.
"I'm fucking you, cunt," he groaned. "I'm fucking you, and it feels so fucking good. I'm going to fucking come. Oh shit, I'm going to fucking come. Shiiit!"
His prick seemed to get twice as big inside her, His cum squirted hotly and her cunt started filling up with his cock cream. He gave her another deep stroke and nearly tore out through her asshole. His prick oozed a little more cum into her.
"Holy shit, baby," he groaned. "If you only knew how long I've been waiting for that."
"Just let me go now," she said.
"Oh no, baby," he said. "I've got plans for you. Lots of wonderful plans."