Chapter 1
Angie Norman let out an exasperated sigh as she noticed the man holding the red flag up ahead. Another roadblock. She didn't mind all the construction going on in the city. It just meant that her husband was doing a good job. What she did mind was being late for her speech at the civic center.
Angie enjoyed giving speeches. She also loved being the Mayor's wife so that she was able to give those speeches. She knew a lot of people in their small town resented the way Angie got involved in so many things but she didn't care. She was not one of those wives who sat back and let her husband have all the fun. Angie got mad about things.
This morning she was mad about an adult book store that had been built just at the outskirts of town. The adult book store was technically in the county, but Angie didn't let that stop her. She was determined to get all of the women in town to support her and they were going to run that book store out of business.
Angie thought she had been stopped long enough and she started blowing her horn impatiently. She noticed that there was something vaguely familiar about the man holding the flag, but she thought no more about it. She knew a lot of people around town.
She kept pounding on her horn. She watched as the man with the flag started walking toward her car. Angie wasn't worried. She was the mayor's wife and that allowed her to get away with a lot.
"Why don't you stop blowing your horn, lady?" the man asked. "Things aren't going to go any faster."
"I'm late for an appointment," she said. "Could you please just move some of that junk out of my way and let me by?"
"I couldn't do that, Mrs. Norman," he said.
He was grinning. He was standing close by her window and she suddenly realized what he was grinning at. She had chosen a knee-length skirt to wear that morning, but the skirt had slid up to reveal several inches of her creamy thighs. He was practically licking his lips as he stared at her long, firmly tanned legs.
"You can stop staring," she said. "Would you please go tell those men to move?"
"There's nobody there," he said. "There's just you and me and my brother Jack in the truck behind you."
She turned her head and looked back at the truck. The driver smiled and waved. Then she turned back to look at the man holding the flag, finally realizing who he was.
"You're John Barlow," she said.
He didn't answer her but he was still grinning, and she knew she was right. The Barlow brothers owned the adult book store she was trying to put out of business! She had seen them both on television a few times and she had always thought they were disgusting.
"What do you want?" she asked.
"Get out of the car," John said.
"Of course not," she said. "I'm not going to do that. You're crazy if you think I am. Now get out of my way!"
John was very quick. He reached inside and snatched the keys out of the ignition. She reached for his hand and tried to pull it back but he was also very strong. He laughed at her as he easily eluded her grasping fingers.
"Now get out of the car," he said. "I'm not playing with you. Get out of the fucking car!"
She went into shock. She couldn't believe that John Barlow would have the nerve to look at her this way or that he would have the nerve to use such language. He was going to be in a lot of trouble when her husband found out about this!
John didn't ask again. He jerked open the car door and reached in for her. She tried to slide to the other side of the seat but his fingers closed tightly around her arm and dragged her from the car. She turned and tried to claw at his face. At the same time she brought one silken knee up to knee his balls.
He twisted so that her knee caught his thigh. He gave a grunt of pain and then he brought his heavy hand around and slapped her face. She felt dizzy and sick for a moment. He grabbed her arm and twisted it around her back. He bent her forward over her car and rammed a fist into her kidneys from behind. She had never known such awful pain. She thought she was going to pass out and it took her a few moments before she could breathe again.
"Try that again and I'll break your neck," he said.
She didn't have the strength to try anything like that again. He held her tight as he walked her back to the truck. There was a heavy tarp on the bed of the truck. She felt John's enormous strength as he lifted her up and dropped her into the bed of the truck. He climbed up into the truck with her. He reached down and jerked the tarp up over both of them.
"What are you doing?" she asked.
For the first time in her life she was frightened. She had always been in control of the situation but she wasn't sure what to do now. She was scared of this brutal man and of the darkness underneath the tarp.
"Just relax," he told her. "Just relax and you won't get hurt-very much!"
"What do you think you're doing?" she asked.
She was mad enough to try something else, but then the truck started rolling and the movements pushed his body against hers. He put his arms around her and she was tempted to knee him again. But, she held herself back because she didn't want the pain. She wasn't sure that he really wouldn't break her neck.
"What are you doing?" she asked again.
"We're just going to teach you a little lesson," John said. "We're going to teach you not to be such a nosy bitch from now on. Just keep your nose where it belongs-right above a man's cock."
"You animal!" she said.
"You're the animal, baby," he said. "You're the little black-haired bitch who's got a body like a brick shithouse. You're just fantastic, baby. We're going to have a good time with you."
She kept telling herself that it couldn't be happening. He was treating her like an animal. He was moving his hands around her and hugging her closer to him. She felt his hot breath blowing on her neck. His lips moved to her cheek. She kept her face away from him and her mouth tightly closed.
"You don't understand, baby," he told her. "You're going to do exactly what we want you to do!"
He grabbed her by some of the silken strands of her long black hair. He pulled her head back until she moaned in pain. His other hand moved freely over her luscious tits and there was nothing she could do.
"Yeah, you've got a fine pair of them," he said. "You're built nice. You're really built nice!"
She tried to claw his face again, she couldn't resist. But he caught her arm and squeezed it in a grip that threatened to make her pass out. He rolled her roughly over on her face. He twisted her arms up behind her until they ached. Then he took some cord out of his pocket and started tying her hands.
"You silly little bitch," John Barlow said. "We're just going to have to do this the hard way!"
He finished tying her hands and her struggles grew more frantic. She couldn't break lose. She was proud that she didn't tell him that he was hurting her. Then she couldn't talk because he took a foul smelling rag out of his pocket and tied it on her mouth. He forced her to take the gag deeper into her mouth by tugging on her hair until finally she could hardly get her breath.
"That's a lot better, cunt," he said.
He stroked her long black hair. His fingers made her feel sick to her stomach. He moved his fingers down to her bra strap and picked at it.
"Yeah, baby," he said. "I've been dreaming about your little pussy for a long time!"
At that moment she really was sure she was going to get raped by this ugly man. She started twisting around on the bed of the truck but she couldn't get away. She couldn't cry. She could do anything but take it as his hands slipped around her and his weight crushed down on top of her. He was pressing her flat against the bed of the truck. It was cold and hard. His hands cupped her big tits. His fingers squeezed very hard and it hurt like hell. She had to cry out.
"I'm really going to make you cry before I'm done with you, bitch," he told her.
He started undoing the buttons of her blouse. She was still struggling frantically but there was nothing she could do. There was no way she could stop them. He unbuttoned her blouse and slipped his big hands inside. He was holding her tits through the material of her bra. Her bra was very thin and she could easily feel the heat of his fingers. He kept squeezing and she didn't like the sensations he sent through her.
"I'm going to make you feel real good, baby," he said. "I'm going to make you feel real nice!"
He slipped his hands around to her back and easily unhooked her bra. He pulled it away and then slipped his hands back around to her front again. His hands slipped inside the cups of her bra and he squeezed her creamy titty-flesh.
"Oh yeah," he groaned. "You've got nice tits. I like, your big, hot tits!"
He mauled her like an animal. He squeezed her tits hard and began rubbing his fingers across her swollen nipples. She couldn't escape the way he was treating her. She kept pushing back but then she stopped as he changed position. She realized that he was rubbing his cock against her asscheeks.
"Please let me go," she said. "My husband will give you money if you'll let me go."
"I don't want your money, bitch," he said. "I want your fucking cunt and that's what I'm going to have!"
He pressed her even harder against the bed of the truck. His hands slipped down her body to the hem of her skirt. She struggled as he started pulling it up. He drew it up slowly as if he wanted to prolong her humiliation and his pleasure.
"All the way up to your waist, baby," he said. "I'm showing off those long legs now, I wish I could see them good, but I'll get my chance. Oh yeah, baby. I can feel your panties now. I can feel that hot ass!"
She was full of panic. She no longer cared if he hurt her as she started twisting and turning but there was nothing she could do. He slipped his big hand inside her panties and started squeezing her asscheeks. He moved one of his fingers around to her cunt. He slid a finger into her cunt. He started moving his finger in and out of her wet pussyhole. Again she didn't like the feelings he gave her.
"Nice, baby," he groaned. "Nice ass and a tight cunt. I bet you haven't been giving your husband enough pussy. I'd have that thing worn out by now. I'd fuck a class piece of ass like you all day long."
He took his finger out of her cunt but it wasn't going to help her. He started pulling her panties down her thighs and all the way down her legs. She kicked but he finally got them off. He let his weight down on top of her body again. He reached down and unzipped his fly. A moment later she felt her skin crawling as his hard prick pressed between her thighs.
Angie knew he was going to fuck her. He was going to ram that huge piece of cockmeat into her pussy. She was sick about it. She started squirming again but that only excited him more.
"You can't tell under this tarp but we're going through the town now, baby," he told her. "I'm going to fuck you under this tarp while we pass right in front of your husband's office!"
He changed his position. His weight crushed her down and his prick moved up to the entrance to her snug pussyhole. He moved slowly and his prick pushed into her cuntlips. He pushed again and his prickhead popped into the pink lips of her cunt. He kept pushing. She had never had any cock but her husband's and John's cock felt so much bigger. He pushed again and his prick went half into her wet cunt. He held it there for a moment as she kept struggling to get out from under him.
"You keep moving your ass like that, baby," John said. "You keep moving like that. You keep moving your sweet ass like that. Keep moving, baby!"
She knew she was turning him on as she kept moving. He pushed again and his prick went all the way into her hot cunt. He laughed in joy as he held his prick deep inside her. His balls rested against her pussylips.
"You feel real good, baby," he groaned. "You feel really good. You've got great pussy!"
He slid his hands around and grabbed her tits. He held onto her tits tightly and let his fingers rush across her nipples. He didn't move for a long time. He seemed to love the sensation of having his cock deep in her pussy.
"I've dreamed about this, baby," he said. "I've seen you walking around and it made me hard. I've dreamed about having some of your sweet cunt!"
He started to fuck her. He didn't fuck her as her husband had fucked her. Her husband always fucked like a rabbit. It seemed like he went in quick and got out fast. It had always been the way she had thought she liked it. This man was fucking her strangely. He was pushing his cock in and out slowly and letting his prickhead rub against her hard clitty. He seemed to get his prick all the way into her belly and she could feel his dripping cum.
He still had his hands on her titties and he started squeezing in rhythm to his thrusting cock. He wouldn't be hurried. She started lifting her ass and trying to make him hurry. John wanted it to last. He wanted it to last a long time.
"You got a nice pussy, baby," he groaned. "I always thought you would have a good pussy!"
His balls kept slapping her as he went into her pussy from behind. She had never been fucked like this. She thought it was sick but she couldn't do anything about it. He was in total control. He was pushing his fat cock into her cunt as deep as he could. His fat cockhead seemed to split her cuntlips apart each time he thrust.
His fingers pinched her nipples and it kept sending the shivers of pleasure through her. He kept squeezing her tits hard and his heavy balls kept slapping her.
"Tight fucking pussy," he groaned. "You've got some tight fucking pussy. It's so damned good!"
He started fucking her a little faster. The friction of his prick sliding into her was making her feel strange. She had to fight the feelings inside her. She started thinking about other things.
She thought about the most disgusting things she could remember in her life and it helped a little. If only his prickhead didn't rub against her clitty each time he rammed it into her. Her body jumped a little each time his hard prick entered her.
"I love it, baby," he groaned. "I love your tight little pussy. You feel good!"
He started squeezing her titties even harder. He was pulling her up against him and his cock seemed to slide even deeper into her. Now he started to pound her. He was punishing her with his brutal cock. She didn't understand exactly why he was using her body so brutally.
"Lift your ass, baby," he said. "Ram it back against me. Ram your fucking ass against me. Do it, bitch!"
She wasn't going to do it. He could make her do many things but he wasn't going to make her act like she was enjoying it. He would take his satisfaction but he wouldn't get any help from her. She was wrong. His hands started crushing her tits. It took her breath away. He squeezed harder and tighter and his hands seemed to be about to rip her titties off. He started pinching her nipples until fire was shooting through her body.
"Please stop," she whispered, her gag slipping a little.
"I'll stop, you bitch," he said. "I'll stop when you start moving that sweet ass!"
She knew she had no choice. She couldn't stand the pain. She started pushing her ass back against his thrusting cock. His prick slid deeper into her cunt. She started moving her ass faster and lifting up higher. She could feel his cock growing. Some of his cum was dripping inside her. He began slamming her even harder. He was plowing his cock into her pussy as hard as he could. He was filling her up. More of his slimy cum was dripping into her cunt and she could feel it running out of the sides of her cunt.
"I'm going to fucking cum," he groaned. "I'm going to fucking cum. I'm fucking cumming. I'm cumming. Oh shiiiit!"
He rammed her one last time and then his prick exploded. His hot cum was spurting into her pussy again and again. For the first time a man other than her husband was filling her cunt with cum. She hated him for what he was doing. She hated his cock because it was so much bigger than her husband's and he knew how to use it so much better.
"Bitch!" he groaned. "Bitch! That should teach you to fuck around with a real man. Now you've learned a lesson. Now you've learned a fucking lesson!"