Chapter 1
"Come on," Charlie Radford said, "move your ass, honey. You're lying there like a log. It's a dead fuck when you just lie there like that."
Susan Radford shuddered. She hated when her husband talked like that. She hated the way he talked and she hated having him on top of her like this, like an animal pumping between her thighs. Why did Charlie have to do this in the morning? Why couldn't he wait until tonight? She hated doing it in daylight with the sun streaming in through the blinds so she could see everything.
She did not like to see when they did it. When they fucked. Yes, she knew the word, she knew all the words. She never used them, never spoke those words, but inside the privacy of her mind, that was something else. Charlie was fucking her. She silently repeated the word over and over again. Charlie was fucking her and she hated it. Not only because he was doing it in the morning, but because she never liked it that much at any time.
Not that Charlie seemed to care what she liked or disliked. He pushed her knees back to her tits now and then draped her legs over his shoulders. This rolled her crotch up and now when he fucked her he was able to slam it in deep and hard. She closed her eyes as she waited for him to finish. She could picture his thick cock thrusting in and out of her stretched pussy, his balls slapping against her ass, his hairy crotch pounding against her own.
like two animals, she thought. They were already sweaty and the smell of sweat and sex filled her nostrils.
In the beginning, when they first married, she'd thought it would be different. She thought the sex would be sweet and tender, something you did in the dark before you went to sleep. That's the way her parents did it, if they ever did it at all. She thought she'd heard them once, but she wasn't sure. Anyway, she couldn't possibly imagine it, she couldn't think of her mother and father like that. Her mother had told her that sex was something a married woman had to tolerate. Charlie had seemed so sweet, Susan had never thought she'd have any problems with him.
Now here he was after only six months of marriage acting like an animal, his cock slamming in and out of her poor pussy, his face and chest covered with sweat, his breath coming in gasps. Oh, dear God, get it over with! she thought.
Charlie finally came. He grunted, slammed his crotch against her pussy and shot his load deep inside her cunt. Susan kept her eyes tightly closed as he emptied his balls. She could picture his jism shooting out of his cock inside her cunt-channel. The image made her shudder and she held onto Charlie's arms because she felt as if she was falling.
Then at last it was over and Charlie pulled his cock out of her wet cunt and rolled off to the side.
Susan knew he wouldn't stay in bed long. He had to dress and get out of the house and get to work. The best thing to do would be to just pretend she was exhausted and keep her eyes closed until he left. She might be able to go back to sleep if she tried. She turned on her side, turned her back to Charlie and bit her lips with dismay because now she could feel the wetness, she could feel Charlie's jism leaking out of her pussy.
He's an animal! she thought.
After a while she felt Charlie leave the bed, and then sometime later she felt him kiss her cheek and heard him tell her to have a good day, he was off to work.
She never opened her eyes. She lay there pretending to be asleep, her face deep in the pillow, her thighs pressed tightly together to keep his jism inside her pussy so it wouldn't wet the bed.
She waited until she heard Charlie's car leave the garage before she finally rolled over on her back.
She kicked the sheet away and uncovered her body. Reaching out to the night-table, she pulled a tissue out of a box and brought it down to her cunt. She carefully wiped her pussy and stuffed some of the tissue inside her cunthole to soak up Charlie's jism. She knew she couldn't get all of it that way. He always came a lot and she'd have to sit on the toilet and let it flow out of her.
Slipping off the bed now, she hurried to the bathroom with her hand holding the tissue against her pussy. Moments later she was on the toilet, quivering as she felt Charlie's spunk sliding out of her gaping cunthole. When she thought all of it was out, she peed and wiped herself and flushed the toilet.
Well, at least I have the day to myself, she thought as she turned the shower on. Maybe it wasn't that bad. Charlie was really a nice guy and he cared for her. If she had to put up with the sexual part of marriage, put up with the fucking, she was no different than millions of other women. Wasn't that true? She wasn't certain what was true and what wasn't true. Sometimes it was all so confusing!
She felt better in the shower, in the tingling warmth of the cascading water. She soaped her body slowly, lingering over her tits. Charlie said she had nice tits, and the way the men always looked at them she-could believe it. She soaped her tits now, using her fingers to rub the soap into her nipples and shivering at the nice feeling. After a while she dropped one hand down to her cunt to pull at her cunt lips and rub some soap into the gash between them.
She'd already washed her pussy thoroughly, but it was nice to play like this, one hand squeezing and feeling her tits and the other hand rubbing her pussy. It was all right as long as she didn't overdo it, as long as she never brought it to the point of actually coming. Once in a while she let herself go and actually brought herself off with her fingers, but afterwards she was always disgusted at herself. Her mother had always told her it was terribly dirty for a girl to play with herself. It's a sin and nice girls don't do it, her mother had said.
Susan wasn't sure any more how sinful it was. The other day on a TV show she'd heard some woman doctor say it was healthy. The woman doctor said sex was healthy and everyone needed to relieve sexual tension. Even priests and nuns, Susan thought. Around the world there were millions of nuns and priests jacking off in secret and then telling everyone else how sinful it was.
The hell with it, she thought. She'd make herself come now. She could feel the tension and
JO after that rotten time in bed with Charlie she deserved some self-indulgence. If God was watching her she hoped he would forgive her, but she also hoped he wasn't watching because what she was doing made her feel ashamed. I'm damned if I do and damned if I don't, she thought.
She slipped two fingers inside her cunthole and wiggled them around. Then she ran the other hand over her ass, fondled her ass-cheeks and then snaked her fingers inside her asscrack to find her ass-hole. She did no more than rub her ass-hole on the outside, but then after a while she slipped her middle finger inside the tight grommet and slowly moved it in and out.
As usual, when she had fingers in both her cunthole and ass-hole, she came quickly. It took no more than a minute, and then her belly was heaving and her pussy twitching as the orgasm washed up and down her back in a series of hot waves.
When it was finished, she washed her hands under the shower and then she turned the shower on full blast and moved under it as though to get thoroughly cleansed. She felt rotten. She felt as though it wasn't God who was watching her, but her mother.
An hour later Susan was pushing a basket through a supermarket about a mile from where she lived. She wore a blue and white tank top that pressed her tits flat but did not hide their size. The white chinos were tight enough to show the crack of her ass. She had the chino cuffs rolled to mid-calf and her pretty feet perched on white high-heeled sandals.
She knew she was dressed seductively, but it always gave her pleasure to do it. She liked to be looked at. She adored it when some of the men boldly eyed her tits and ass. She knew they were imagining what it would be like to fuck her and the idea of that sent thrills through her.
It's so crazy, she thought. She didn't really like sex that much with her husband, but here she was getting her jollies by dressing to turn men on and having them look at her.
She quivered as she remembered the nice climax she'd had that morning. Then she pushed the sex out of her mind and started checking her shopping list again.
Twenty minutes later Susan finished her shopping and left the store.
The supermarket was in a large shopping center and today the parking lot was crowded. Susan had parked her car at the far end of the lot, and as she walked along carrying her two bags of groceries, she wondered what Charlie would say if he knew how bored she was. She guessed he wouldn't give a damn. Charlie was like that. He was basically a decent guy, but he really cared about no one except himself.
Finally arriving at her car, Susan put the bags down on the hood and opened the door on the driver's side. She pushed the seat forward and put the bags in the rear. Then she straightened up and cursed the van parked beside her car because it was parked too close and she could hardly move anywhere.
She was about to climb into her car when she heard someone shouting across the parking lot.
Then the next thing she saw was three people, two men and a woman, running toward her.
The trio ran directly towards Susan, but what they wanted was the van parked beside her.
Someone at the other end of the lot was shouting for the police.
When the trio arrived at the van, one man ran to the driver's side and climbed in to start the motor.
The woman, a young and pretty brunette, opened the back door of the van and scrambled inside that way.
The third man stood there a moment looking at Susan, and then he suddenly grinned and grabbed her arm and pulled her into the back of the van with him.
Before Susan could understand what was happening, the van roared backwards and then shot forward again to speed out of the parking lot.
Then Susan screamed.
Someone slapped her face.
She screamed again and someone slapped her face again.
She cried out, "Oh, God, what do you want?"
"Just keep your mouth shut," the man who had pulled her into the van said. "Keep your mouth shut and you'll do fine."
The man who was driving whipped his head around and said, "Hey, Jake, she's a knockout. Isn't that right, Rita?"
His brunette friend looked Susan over and smiled. "I'll say she is."
They were on a highway now. Susan could tell by the smooth sound of the tires and the speed of the van, but she had no idea where they were going.
There was nothing in the back of the van except some thick carpeting on the floor and a few pillows. Nothing to sit on. The whole back of the van was like a huge bed.
Susan suddenly realized she was being kidnapped. She wanted to faint but she didn't know how. She tried to think of something she could do in order to pass out but it didn't work. What she did instead was groan and close her eyes and pretend she was unconscious.
Maybe they'll kill me, she thought. They were desperadoes, fleeing the police, and they would kill her in order to save themselves. She trembled. She wanted to cry, but the tears wouldn't come because she was too frightened. Then she heard a mewling sound right next to her head and when she opened her eyes and looked she caught her breath in a gasp.
Right beside her head, the man who had pulled her into the van was stretched out on his back and the pretty brunette was kneeling between his legs with her mouth pumping up and down on his exposed cock.
"Suck the meat, baby," the man said. "Christ, what a mouth." His eyes met Susan's and he smiled at her. "You want some, honey?"
Susan remembered their names. His name was Jake and the woman's name was Rita. The brunette was about Susan's age and Susan was fascinated by the way the woman's pretty red mouth was stretched by Jake's thick cock. Susan had never seen anything like it. She'd also never had a cock in her mouth and the whole thing was at the same time disgusting and frightening and exciting.
Then Jake put his hand on Susan's arm, ran his palm over her bare shoulder and down to her tits.
Susan cringed and tried to pull back, but she was already against the door of the van and there wasn't any room to move.
"Don't touch me," she said angrily.
Jake laughed and took hold of one of her tits, clutching it through her striped jersey top, his fingers digging into her titflesh. Then his hand suddenly grabbed the edge of her tank top and pulled it down to let one of her tits pop out.
"Hey, that's not bad," Jake said. "Take a look, Rita."
The brunette pulled her wet mouth off Jake's cock and looked at Susan's exposed and quivering tit. "Oh, yes," Rita said. "She's got big tits. Just the kind I like. Come play with us, honey."
"Don't you touch me!" Susan said, crossing her arms over her tits to protect herself.
Rita laughed, and then suddenly her hand lashed out and slapped Susan's face, once, twice, across both cheeks. Then Rita's hand gripped Susan's chin, gripped it hard.
"I'm going to touch you all I want, honey. Isn't that right?"
Susan whimpered, her face still stinging. "Please don't hurt me."
"Am I going to touch you all I want?"
"I don't know, I guess so."
"Drop your arms and show us your tits. Both of them. Come on, now!"
Helpless, Susan uncrossed her arms and finished what Jake had started. She pulled her top down to expose both her tits.
Rita smiled. "She's got gorgeous tits. Look at the long nipples. It's like they're made for clips."
Extending her hand, Rita took one of Susan's nipples between her thumb and forefinger and slowly twisted the sensitive nub until Susan screamed.
"Beautiful," Rita laughed.
This time Susan did faint. She passed out and went limp against the corner of the van.