Rape Stories.

My name is Bridget. About three months ago, my parents and I got in a fight over me dating. They kept saying that I was only 17 and I didn’t know what I was doing. I told them I knew what I was doing, and this just kept going and going. I finally had enough and I ran off to my boyfriend John’s house.

John was a bit older than me. About seven years older, but he’s the one who came on to me. I had nice big breasts and a wonderful round ass. A lot of guys tell me that I have beautiful long flowing blond hair. He first saw me at one of my high school volleyball games, where my ass was on display since I was wearing spandex. He came up to me after the game, and we started going out.

I’ve spent a few nights at his house. Not to do homework of course. I spent about at least one night a week at his house "studying" and I started liking it. So I thought that this move was okay.

I knocked on his apartment door with bags in hand. I told him that I moved out and I wanted to stay with him. He responded by scooping me into his arms effortlessly and taking me into his room to be ravaged sexually.

By the time I woke up, John was at work. He gave me a call at noon.

"Bridget, hon. Call up a friend of yours and tell her to come over at one."

I asked why. "Well, I’m having a little get together, so I thought you’d like to have a friend over."

I decided to call Chrystine. She had looks that matched mine. She was tall, about 5′11 with beautiful, long legs to go with her round booty. Her blue eyes and short brownish blond hair were often overlooked by here perfect, melon sized D cup breasts. She stretched out every shirt she wore. Every guy wanted her.

"Chrystine."

"Who is this?"

"It’s me Bridget."

"Are you alright? Why don’t you come back."

"Don’t worry, Iґm fine. Come over to John’s place and we’ll talk. He’s having a little party." I gave her the address.

It was about 12:50 when Chrystine arrived. It was so good to see my best friend here. I need to talk to someone and she was the one. We just kept talking about life, stress, and other stuff. Around 1:15, the door opened. John and three of his friends came in, Jack, Larry, and Biff.

John spoke up, "Alright guys she’s all yours."

John then grabbed me, took a seat on the couch, and sat me on his lap. His friends grabbed Chrystine’s arms and threw her on the floor. Jack, knelt in front of Chrystine, and then Larry pulled her up so her knees were between his legs. He closed them tight against her head, holding her in place. Larry handed him Chrystine’s joined wrists and he easily held them against her neck.

She was on her knees, bent over, with her head between Jack’s legs as Larry knelt behind her. He kicked her legs out sideways and pulled his pants down. His cock was huge and fiercely erect. His hand reached up Chrystine’s skirt and pulled out her panties and nylons. He then lifted her skirt around her waist and

I watched in horror as he pressed his cock against Chrystine’s cunt hole.

He pulled back out again, and I could see the hard muscles of his belly moving beneath his skin as he started to swing his hips in and out. His erection moved in and out of Chrystine’s crotch hole with a harsh, fast pumping movement, as Larry concentrated on enjoying the tightness of her depths. His hands were on her hips, gripping her tightly as he humped against her.

I couldn’t see Chrystine’s face, because it was between Jack’s legs, but I could hear little grunts and moans coming from her, and knew she must be in great pain and emotional turmoil to show any kind of weakness to them.

John laughed as he watched Larry riding Chrystine.

"You like that baby?" Larry gasped, hammering his hard sun bronzed body against her. "You like having a cock up your cunt hole?"

"Give it to her Larry!" John urged.

His hands rubbing my stomach and clit. It was making me wet. I was worried about Chrystine, but I wanted some cock too. Then he twisted my head sideways against him and kissed me fiercely, laughing at my weak attempts to pull away.

"I love you, Bridget. Your friend looks great with a cock in her," he laughed.

I heard a scream from Chrystine and jerked my head to the side.

Larry had finished with her. The other guy, Jack had thrown her down on the carpet on her belly. He was on top of her, not moving much. His groin was pressed against her ass cheeks and his hands were in her hair, shoving her face into the carpet as Larry stood next to them and laughed.

Then he pulled his hips up and I noticed his long, vertical cock sliding upward from her body. I thought the angle was a little strange at first, and then I suddenly realized that he was fucking her in the asshole!

Now I watched in a strange mixture of horror and excitement as Jack stuffed his long, wide cock down into my best friend’s anus. Her legs were pulled wide as he lay between them. One of his hands was beneath her, moving around under her groin.

My mind was transfixed by the lurid, and obscene vision. My moist pussy was, I belatedly realized, starting to heat up again, and I fought it down in disgust appalled that I could find the sight of my best friend being forcibly sodomized erotic.

He wasn’t being gentle about it either. He was hammering his prick down into her rectum with maniacal speed, really reaming out her bottom as Chrystine sobbed and shook beneath him. A couple of minutes later, Jack started ripping his cock up and down Chrystine’s asshole. The speed of the slapping was getting faster and faster till Jack drove it far up into her and held it there as his body stiffened and came.

Biff was a real nasty bastard, and he wasn’t letting up any on account of Chrystine being tired and submissive. He had a good sized prick, and it was rock hard. He was slamming it into Chrystine’s asshole with a brutality that must have hurt her. From the look on his face, a kind of arrogant, cruel meanness, he was hoping he was. He had his big hands almost completely around Chrystine’s waist as he pounded his loins against her shapely round buttocks.

I could see them being mashed and flattened with each tremendous crashing lung of his broad powerful hips against her. His round cock slammed down her rectum with furious speed and force, driving balls deep into her gut on each down stroke.

Only his hold on her waist kept his strokes from throwing her forward into the carpet. His belly and hips cracked against her with a resounding slap and thump as his purple headed prick plunged up and down her hole.

He knew that the hardest part for her was getting her asshole open around his cockhead, so he kept pulling his prick completely out of her. He’d rub it against her ass cheeks for a few seconds, then poise it at the entrance to her rectum and lunge forward, spearing the poor girl with awesome force.

I was sure he was going to kill her if he kept it up, and from the look on Chrystine’s face, she did too. Biff slammed fully into her and held it there. His hands slid over her belly, jerking her back up against him. He groaned over her shoulder as he pressed his hands into her tits, and his cock blew it’s wad up inside her. He pulled Chrystine out, and threw her on the couch. She just lied there, lifeless.

"Hey John! Why don’t you get a turn on this bitch."

"I got my own bitch."

"You know it isґt fun when everyone don’t get some!"

"Alright, hold my Bridget while I fuck Chrystine."

He took off his pants and his dick was erect. It was twice as long as I remembered it. Chrystine was scared shitless when she saw his cock.

"Like it baby?" He layed on the coffee table and his cock was pointing to the sky.

"Ride it Chrystine." Jack grabbed her off the couch and put her cunt right on top of John’s dick.

It was kind of amazing to watch her kneeling there, legs apart, and see that humongous prick standing up straight from the John’s crotch. You could see just how far up inside her that thing was going to have to go for his balls to be hugged by her buttocks.

John grabbed his cock in both hands and placed it right against her cunt hole. She got off and tried to run for the door, but Biff grabbed her. He held her by her arms and looked her dead in the eyes, "If you don’t John the best fucking of his life, your friend over there is going to be sucking cock for three days straight." All Chrystine could do is nod. She got back in her position over John. The she closed her eyes slightly, then she spread her legs a little further apart, dropping her body an inch lower.

We could all see her cunt mound mashed and flattened against that fat hunk of meat. It seemed far too thick to go inside her slit. They puched her down further and harder down harder, and his cock spread her pussy lips apart, trying to force its way into her.

She clenched her jaw, and lowered further, and her cuntlips spread and spread around that massive rounded pole. Then she grunted slightly as the prong pushed through her cuntlips and the cock sank up into her cuntal tube. She swallowed again several times, and I could see the beads of sweat standing out on her forehead from the ache in her pussy. She bagan to scream, but it was no use. It was 2:00 and everyone was at work.

John was just lying on his back, hands behind his head, watching her with a grin.

Biff and Larry told her to slide her legs further apart, dropping her body down another half inch, then another, then another. I could see that it was pure torture for her, like being in childbirth only in reverse. Inch by inch, that monstrously thick cock moved up into her groaning fuck tube.

She had about five inches in her by now, and each additional inch made her breathing quicken, and her skin flush. Larry put her hand on her shoulders and pushed her lower and then lower, bringing another four inches into her belly. Her face was red and flushed, her whole body sweating with exertion. She grabbed John’s chest.

Her buttocks were just touching his thighs now, and we all knew there must still be another inch to go. Chrystine looked exhausted, and she hadn’t even started to really fuck yet. She slowy began to rise up, letting some of that painful prong out of her pussy tunnel. John would have none of that though. He grabbed her hips and jammed her down fully onto his fuck meat. Surprisingly, she didn’t even yell. The pain was just too much.

John held his hands firmly around her waist, preventing her from rising, making her cunt hold the whole massive prong. He held her there for a full minute, while we all waited to see if she’d faint. Her eyes fluttered.

"I want her awake to feel all of this." Larry threw some water on her and she was back in the real world.

"Let’s go pussy. Shake your little ass." he ordered then. She wouldn’t. "I’ll be happy to keep my cock in you pussy. The sooner I get off, the sooner the pole is out of your pussy."

Chrystine put her hands flat on his broad muscular chest, and weakly pushed herself upward. I could see the relief on her face as inch after inch of red cock slid out of her crotch.

She went a foot up, till the cockhead pressed against her pussylips from behind. She hung there a second, reluctant to drop back, but Jack pushed her down forcefully. Just a small little yelp. She was back down, sliding down onto that bloated prong, taking the entire thing up into her belly till her ass cheeks flattened against his thighs again.

John flattened his hand on her lower belly and pressed inward, rubbing around in circles. I wondered if he were trying to feel his cock in there. These guys were so horny, they didn’t even bother to undress her. His hands lifted her skirt up, fondled and squeezed her buttocks. Then they slid up her white blouse and he slowly unbuttoned it. John was in no hurry to start. Chrystine was so she tried helping John unbutton her blouse.

"Boy, are you anxious for the cock? Or do you just want to get it over, " he remarked.

He then unhooked her bra from the front and started to cup her breasts. Jack put his hands on her waist and moved her up and down.

"I love seeing the pain in your face, Chrystine. You should come her more often. Us four can become great friends." He snickered.

"Start fucking." She started rising and falling , then with more speed. Her cunt was sucking that long fat cock into it more easily as it adapted to the size. Chrystine’s flushed face was turning a strange shade of white. Her eyes were alternately wide open or tightly slitted, as she rose and fell on that long pole.

She humped down against him, slapping her buttocks against his legs in short, quick little jerks as she slid through an orgasm.

"Did you come for me?" She nodded. "You liked that." She just glared into his eyes.

"I think I have a new bitch."

When she recovered she was forced to plunge her hot box up and down the pole again, really sliding her chute over it now as her heightened sexual tension enveloped her body. She came again, dropping straight down from the top of her stroke, letting her body simply fall down onto that cock as she cried out in orgiastic passion.

John grabbed her and pulled her belly down against his, locking his lips on hers as his hands held her buttock and he rutted up into her. Chrystine’s legs spread straight out behind her and they flopped and bounced ineffectually as John humped himself up at her.

Her tits were rubbing against his chest as she humped back at him. Then her eyes opened wide in surprise and gasped and grunted, wiggling herself on his prong. John closed his eyes and his hands on her ass held her tightly against him. He blew up a large wad inside her. Chrystine reached her climax again and then passed out. She laid lifelessly on his chest, with the cock still in her pussy.

The three guys lifted her off John and tried to put her clothes back on. John gave me the clean up job: cleaning his cock clean. I was afraid of John now. I wanted to leave. My parents were right. After I was done, Larry, Jack, and Biff, took Chrystine to their car. All I can guess is that they were going to have more fun with her or sell her off. John now keeps the doors looked and cuts off all communication to the outside. I’m trapped. There’s nothing I can do but do what John says.

I did something bad tonight. I mean really wrong. I want to make something very clear though: this is not my fault. I was scouring the net minding my own business, checking out nice, decent, respectable erotic story sites like Literotica, Mr. Double, Kristen, etc. I’m not talking about the sicko perv sites. Wham out of nowhere I ran across some stories by this guy named Jaz, and they freaked me out. He has over 30 hardcore, nasty Rape/Incest stories. No way he should be allowed on a normal site. I mean shame on them for allowing him to post his stories.

  Yeah, yeah free speech, blah, de blah, I know I’m over 21…yadda, yadda. Disclamiers up the ying yang–I don’t care, it does not matter. I take no responsibility for what happened to my mother. I never would have done it if not for being entrapped by Jaz and his fucking stories. See once I read one, I could not help it, I kept searching for more. I know it sounds weird but I got to know this guy and some of what he said started to make sense to me. I mean, was it wrong…sure. But not a-l-l of it was wrong. Thing is, as sick as his stories were I coulfd have probably wanked off, and moved on. No harm, no fuck. The problem was he gives his e-mail address at the end of every story, and I decided to contact him. If you think his stories are bad, try talking to him…brrr!

A part of me wishes to god I never did.

I guess it shook me up pretty bad, cuz I’m going to try and write about what happened. This story is 100% true. I think somebody needs to arrest this fucker for what he made me do.

Jaz has these "Series". It’s hard to explain. He makes up a set of rules. Then he applies it to every story in the series. That’s it, that’s the only connection. His most famous of these is the Rape/Betrayal Series. He is up to Chapter 8 in it. I read the whole thing in one night.

Here are the rules.
1. It must be a pure rape. No reluctantatfirstIhateitbutnowIloveit Crap.
2. There must be a real Betrayal by someone you have the right to expect loyalty from, someone you should be able to completely trust.
3. There has to be a moment of truth where the victim looks her loved one in the eye and realizes she has been betrayed, and must DEAL with it. No drugs, no masks, at the end she has to KNOW.

I read the whole series in one night, and I noticed somethng. He does not have a Mommy/Son story yet.

I guess I need to mention that I kind of have a crush on my mom. Not in a weird, sick way. I don’t lick her dirty thongs, or cum on her toothbrush, or any freaky shit like that. I have been out on dates, and fucked sluts. I never had a real girlfriend. Usually it’s like hookups at parties. We both get trashed, one drink leads to another we fuck, then go our seperate ways.

It’s just that, well in the back of my mind, I kind of have a mommy itch. I never planned to scratch it, but I KNOW she would be the best. Nice ripe tits, a mouthwatering ass, and the sweetest kindest face in the world. She can still wear a bikni at age 42. She’s not a super model, she looks like a mom. A hot sexy mom, who bakes cookies and fucks her man. I love her ass, it is full and thick, and meaty. The kind you could grab and pull on, and spread open. I just want to bury my face inside her and lick and sniff for awhile. Best of all it would be love. My mom loves me, and I think that would make it awesome. I heard my dad fucking her a few times. The way she whimpers, and moans and cums for him…I. Want. That.

So the fact that Jaz did not have a Mommy betrayal seemed odd to me. I was horny, and I asked him about it, to explain why. Here is the thing. I never expected him to reply.

I signed on to my webtv account when I got home from work and I had several messages waiting. Apparently I may already be a millionaire, COOL! Also there was some amazing home business opportunities this guy from HongKong was just cumming in his shorts to share with me. Then I saw it. I still have "the e-mail". I’m going to type it word for word.

"Howdy John, thanks for writing. I’m glad you enjoyed my Rape/Betrayal Series. Hmm…not sure why I have not done a mommy story yet. Tell you what, why don’t you rape your mom, and tell me all about it. Sounds like that’s what you want to do, right? Just wait till you dad is gone, and she is asleep. Then strip the slut and fuck her silly. Take a few pics, what’s she gonna do? Report her only son, let the whole world know her darling boy fucked her sweet ass? Scan a few pics to me, and add a some juicy details. I’ll make you the star of Rape/Betrayal #8.

Fucktheslut John.

Nicetameetcha,
Jaz"

That’s how it started, that’s what the sick, twisted fucker sent me. I must have read and re-read that e-mail a dozen times that night. I mean was he serious? Was he really ordering me to rape my mom?

Believe me, I ever planned to contact Jaz again. But it did get me to thinking, fantasizing a little. I mean how would I do it? Could I really get away with it? I batted it around for a few days and then asked Jaz to explain better.

"Hey John nice to hear from you again. How to rape you mom? Well I guess there are 3 parts to it.

First you need the opportunity. Get her alone, preferably for a weekend. Attack when she is vulnerable. Maybe a little drunk, drugged, asleep. Handcuff her quick, gag her.

Then fuck her good. Rape every hole she has at least 3 times. Humiliate her, break her bad. You want her shaken up, disoriented, in a state of shock. Take your time, enjoy yourself, do her nice and slow, and nasty.

Finally, make her want to keep your secret. Videotape, Polaroids, Blackmail and Coercion. Once you’ve got the rape on film, she will do anything to keep it a secret. Now here is the critical part. That’s when you tell her to make love to you for the camera, to smile and suck, and fuck you with abandon. Tell her it’s the only way to keep anyone from seeing her humiliation. Tell her that your face is not in the picture. It will just look like she is a cheap bitch caught on tape. If she will make "love to you it is a secret that only the two of you will ever know about.

That’s your security tape. That’s reasonable doubt. The earlier rapes mean nothing (although they are fun to watch). Show that final willing loveslut tape and the jury believes you. Show that tape and her husband hates her, she loses her job, and her reputation is destroyed. Believe me, the initial rapes will be amazing. But it’s the lovemaking at the end that you will really enjoy. When she spreads her legs and gives her pussy to you with a smile on her face…mmm, mmmmDAMN!
Having your very own mommyslut is a rare and precious thing. Take a look at my Rape Confessional Series for more pointers. Enjoy her dude, Jaz"

I realized then that this was not merely theoretical. It would work. I could rape my mom and make her my sweet little cumslut. It was up to me. I had the power.
The only question was, would I use it?
Talking to a guy like Jaz is kind of intense. He makes you think about shit, makes it seem so normal…you can’t help it. I mean think about it. How many of you have ever had a serious conversation about rape? How many of you have had some encourage you to humiliate another human being, had someone willing to teach you how to do it and get away with it?

I’m sorry but you just can’t judge me, until you have. You can’t say how you would have reacted until youare faced with it. After talking to Jaz a few times I knew I wanted to try rape…but I guess the thing that seemed wrong was raping my mother. I figured maybe I would get some little Fratbrat, sororityslut stoned or drunk. I’d get her alone. Then I’d hold her down and rape her ass good. It made me hard just thinking about it. Until I talked to my mentor.

"Dude, no way should you rape a stranger. Big mistake, it’s much more dangerous. It just is not smart. First you gotta get her drunk, then you gota get her alone. I promise you someone is going to see you hitting on her, or see her leaving with you. Here is the worst part. A stranger is going to feel less sham e, and more anger at your violation. She is less likely to kep it a secret. Raping your mom or your sister is so much easier. You can get them alone anytime you want. You can slip something in their drink or food no problem. Best of all they will feel shame that you raped them. They will not want everyone knowing that ther Son/Brother has fucked them. It will ruin the family name. A sister may confide in her mom, but a mother…You can fuck her safely, she ain’t telling nobody. Especially if you have a blackmail tape. " When he explained it to me that way I knew he was right. Besides, I had the hots for mother anyway.

My dad and his friends are huge Penn State fans. They tailgate every home game weekend. They pile in a van Friday night and make the 5 hour trek to State College. Then they party hard all day Saturday, enjoy the game, get shitfaced, and come home hungover Sunday afternoon. Mom used to go but she got tired of hanging around a bunch of drunks, who kept hitting on her while burping and farting.

She enjoyed the quiet time alone.
Sometimes I went with dad, but not always. To be honest I’m not very close to him. No one was surprised when I said I had a hot date and passed on the trip.

Mom was upstairs taking a bath. Yup just like clockwork she took a small carafe of wine with her. Only tonight I had added 6 valium to the mix while it was in the fridge chilling. It was not enough to hurt her, but it would make her woozy, easy prey.

I was busy downstairs collecting and then hiding all the cordless and cell phones. I then locked the doors, and put the chain and door brace on. Even if someone with a key came home they could not get in.

Then I went in my parent’s room and set up the camcorders. We have an old one and a brand new hand held. I set the timer for 20 minutes and aimed them at the bed from opposite angles. The new Viewcam was programmed to zoom in, hold for one minute, and then pull out every 2 minutes. The old sony was just set to closeup, The polaroid and digitals camera’s were laying on the table for later.

It was time. I could hear my heart pounding. I was tingling all over. I was really going to rape and then control my mother. She would be my cumslut. She HAD to. I went and stood outside my mom’s bathroom door. I could hear the water running for a long time. I wondered if she was playing with her pussy. I kept imagining Susan playing with her cunt, rubbing herelf off in the hot water, her nipples peeking through the bubbles. On the other side of that door was my hot, horny naked, wet mother–whom I planned to rape over and over again this weekend.
Finally I heard her get out of the tub.

"Oh darn, I knocked my glash ober," she said in a drugged mumble. About 30 seconds later mom came to the door. Clearly she was out of it. She had not towelled off well, and bubles still clung to her face and neck, She had not tied her robe and her tits looked delicious. We’d see.

"Hey mom, how you doing?" I asked casually as she opened the door. She seemed surprised to see me. A few seconds later she realized she was flashing her son and tried to pull her robe together. "I’m fine John…um I did not know you were standing here. Sorry about that." she blushed a little.

I decied to turn up the heat.

"Mmmm I could not see much Susan, but you certainly don’t have anything to be sorry about. Damn mom, yo have one hot little body. C’mere, let me get a good look," I said as I roughly pulled her to me and opened her robe, staring at the fine forbidden flesh before me. She lost her balance and I had tohold her up. At first she was shocked, and let me look. I softly cupped a breast in each hand and looke her in the eye. Then her mind caught up her mouth and she jerked away from me sputtering.

"What did you do! I can’t believe you just did that. What is wrong with you?!" she shrieked.

I grabbed her by the arm and walked her to her room before responding. Then I turned her around and wrapped Susan in my arms.

"Mom, calm down. Don’t be upset. I was just paying you a compliment. I can’t help noticing how sexy you are, I’m only human! God you feel wonderful in my arms, but you are way too tense. I think you need a massage."

I pushed my mother on the bed and forced her to lay down. Then I got on top of her and began to rub her body through the robe. She struggled at first, but quickly tired herself out. Here’s where the drugs helped. She was drugged, a little dunk, exhausted from fighting me…and now was receiving a strong, slow, deep massage. Slowly she accepted it and let me have her body.

I quickly stripped her robe off and undressed myself. I then straddled her thighs and began a more intimate massage.

"Nooo, no stop. What are you doing? John no! Giddoff me! Slowly I slid a finger into my mom’s pussy and began to tickle her cunt. One finger, two fingers…damn she was tight. I was an only child, and a C-Section birth. My dad had a small dick, and mom had never been stretched out properly. That was about to change.

"God, you are tight baby, so fucking tight. Tell me how you want it. Pussy or ass mom. In your tight little pussy, or your plump little ass?" Mom was wigglng desperately underneath me as I stroked my fingers up inside of her. I could smell her juicing up. I used both hands then and peeled her ass apart, to let the air rush inside of her.

"John, you are hurting me, you’re raping me! My god I don’t want to be raped, I don’t deserve this! Your penis in my ass?!! John I’m in the fertile part of my cycle. Your dad and I have been trying to get pregnant…I’m not on the pill. You can’t have sex with me. Please, don’t make me have YOUR baby."

I had not planned n this. I almost stopped then. I would have, except Jaz had me so worked up I could not. I had committed to following his plan to the letter. I wanted a mommyslut.

"Im going to fuck you baby. I’m going to fuck you so good in a few seconds. If you want to pick the hole, do it now. Do it right now Susan, right fucking NOW!!" I roared.
"Fine, my ass, my ass, do it in my asshole," she sobbed.

"Ok little baby, I’ll rape your ass. Just to show I mean well do you want me to lube you up, or do you prefer dry…ok mom, just kidding. I love you, I’ll lube you. Here mom suck my finger, get it good and wet."
I chuckled as I spread her ass open and began to finger fuck her.

I made her slobber on each of my digits and then stuck it in her ass ten times. Trust me she was good and wet by the time I was done. I flipped her on her back, and made her put her legs on my shoulders. I wanted to see her face as I split her open with my fat 9 inch cock." Are you ready mom…oh damn you have a perfect ass. Thank you baby. Mmmm, uh, uh,uh, it’s going in. Oh shit you bitch, your clamping me, keep it up mom, keep it the fuck up. "

"OWWWW, please take it out, John it’s too big, you’re too big. You’re ripping me, it’s gonna tear! SHIIIIIT! I feel the blood. You ripped me, you son of a bitch! Are you happy now you ripped your mother. Uhuhuhuh, you’re fucking me? Your fucking me anyway? You don’t care, do you. It hurts, ow, ow, ow, huhhuhhuh," she wailed and moaned pitifully, sexily.

As I always suspected fucking my mom was a perfect experience. Watching her face as I gave her pleasure and pain was incredible. Knowing that she was helpless, that I was in complete control, that I had it on tape! It was too much. I wanted to rape her longer but it was only about 7 minutes (damn not even a minute per inch!).

"Take it slut, fuck you mom, oh damn mom yer making me cum. You dirty little slut you want me to cum in your bloody ass don’t you? Well fine, take this cock and like it bitch. Uh, uh, uh, ARRRRRRGH! "I screamed as I pounded my mom’s bleeding ass, coating her with a fresh load of soncum.

I needed a few minutes so I laid there with my cock still inside of Susan and began sucking her tits hard. Flicking and nibbling on her nipples. Soon my cock began to stir.

Mom, I need to ask you a favor. I’m going to take my cock out of you in a sec. I want you to suck me off. I need you to clean up every drop of blood, and cum. Lick your blood off of me baby, show me that you love me. " I said as I pulled my bloody, cum covered cock ot of her ass with a wet plop.

Jaz said to scare her, shake her up. I figured this would do the trick. I just needed one more little white lie to break her. "Mom if you do this I won’t cum in your pussy. Otherwise, you are having my brother/son."

"You are sick, you need help. Why…? John why would you do this? I still can’t believe it, my son just ramy asshole. Now you want me to suck your dick?!"

" Mom, I love you, I want you to be mine. Don’t cry baby, just obey me. Do what I tell you to, and it will be ok. Trust me mom, I love you. "

I learned something that day. My mom has a submissive streak. Oh, she’s no sex slave, or any fantasy crap like that. But when backed in a corner, and a dominant male orders her to do something, she tends to do what he says.

It explained why she put up with my loser father, She married him right out of high school. He’s the only man who ever fucked her, the only man who ever dated her. I don’t think either of us knew how much he affected her over the years. I know it surprised her as much as it did me. If you had asked me yesterday if my mom would EVER, under ANY circumstances suck my (bloody) cock, after I had raped her juicy ass…Puhleeeze, no way! But she did it.
She was crying, and shaking, but when I told her she had no choice, she just gave in.

"Please, John, don’t make me. It’s not fair, it’s disgusting, Oh god do I really have to? Can’t I wipe it off first? Sigh…ok, I’ll suck it, I’ll clean it," she said as she got on her knees and nibbled my cock. I love the feel of my mom’s warm, wet mouth and soft tongue bathing my cock and my balls. I held her face in both of my hands and pulled her closer. She was looking up at me. Her face was simply stunning, as her mouth was stuffed with my eat, and obscene slurps and wet gagging noises came out of her.

I enjoyed her mouth for a good ten minutes, I had just cum and it was taking me awhile to reload. I was afraid if she made me cum now it would be hours before I could again.

"That’s enough baby. I’m so proud of you, stop sucking. Rest for a minute mom. Here, let me spoon you baby. I want to put my cock in your ass and just hold you for a while. Snuggle up close mom, do it. You have no choice. Good baby, now open yor ass wide. Don’t worry, I’m not going to fuck you. I’m just gonna slip it in and hug you, I promise."

My mom did not say a word. She just obeyed. When I finally pushed my cock all the way in her ass I asked her if it felt good.

"No. You are raping me John. I can’t stop you, I have to do as you say, but NO! It does not feel good to have my son violate me."

"Shh baby, I know. Be quiet and let me enjoy you for a while. Here I’ll play with you clit and your nipples while I rest. Keep squeezing your ass on my cock mom. Mmm baby I love it when you do that," I whispered in her ear before I started licking it. Tit, ear, clit, ass–my mom was geting overloaded in spite of herself.

Slowly her ass began to rock back to meet my cock. I was not moving, only 3/4 hard. She was fucking herself on me! Then it happened:

"Oh, oh, NO! Grunt, man, groan…uh, uh, uh. ARGHH!" my mom cried as she came on my cock.

The camera was still rolling, so I decided to get a hot scene in. I pulled out of Susan’s ass and laid her on her back.

"Mom, open your legs for me. Do it, wider, wider damn it. I want to eat you pussy mom. I bet you taste sweet. Hmm, does dad do this for you? Does he pleasure you? Hell no, not a selfish bastard like him. Little dicked prick, and he won’t even eat your pussy? A pussy like this, trimmed, and fresh, and tight, and wet?! Damn it mom, it makes me mad. Well I’M gonna eat you mom. I’m gonna lick you, and suck you, and tickle and sniff and nibble your vagina until you cum all over my face. Then I’m going to do it again. Give me your pussy mom. Your son is about to taste your pussy…oh god mom are you WET! You’re dripping, sopping, soaking wet. Mmmm, damn sweetheart, that’s incredible, slurpppppp! Mmmhmm, yeah, mmmmm, give me all of that pussy, give me that tight, wet cunt. All night babt, I own this! Gonna find your g-spot baby. Huh, is that it? Yeah, told you I’d find it. Now I’m gonna suck your clit while I rub your hot spot. Do you lke that mom?

"Nooo, please don’t make me cum again. It’s too much, eeek! John stop, I don’t want to cum for you, not again, not ever! Oh shit, you’re doing it. You’re makng me cum again!" she screamed and shook, and dripped all over my face.

Taking my cock out of mom’s ass had let me cool off quite a bit. I was not even half hard now physically. But mentally I was burning up. I wanted more. Every fantasy, every Jaz story, every sick, and twisted impulse HAd, I wanted to unload, to unleash on my slutmom–right now! Susan was reeling, in lust and shock, and I wanted her broken.

"That’s a good girl, such a good girl. Hold your ass open again mom. I’m cold. C’mon mom none of your bull shit, hold that fucking ass open. Mmmm thanks baby, we both need to rest for a few minutes."

I had time, I figured about another hour worth of tape. If I did this right, I’d break her tonight, and then we could make love all weekend.   

"Just let me play with you mom, I just need a good snuggle. Nothing serious, it’s just us baby," whispered as I lightly fucked my mom’s ass while cupping her breasts.Her back was on my stomach now, and she was spread eagle. We stayed that way for about 15 minutes. If I felt myself starting to soften I’d thrust and grind my dick into her ass a few times and then hold it. Every few minutes I’d take a hand off her tit and play with her pussy.
I was feeling horny again and wanted to make sure my mom knew she was my slut.

This is the only part of my story that I find a little, er, um embarassing.

"Mom, I need to taste you some more. Straddle my face baby…no higher. No baby, not your pussy, I want your ass. I’m gonna eat your ass out, rim you good."

"Why would you want to do that, that’s disgusting John. No normal person would want to eat his mother’s ass."

"Mom, NOTHING about you is disgusting to me. I love you, I always have. I want to do this because I know it will make you feel good. Any man who claims to love you should be willing to make you happy. How can a man love you if he won’t even suck your ass? Now just relax and let me lick you baby, surrender it, surrender that fine ass to my mouth, " I said as I slowly sucked and licked and munched my mommy’s muff and meat. The first baby assgasm hit her in just a few seconds. Soon she was bouncing on my tongue, slamming her ass down, grinding it into me. If you’ve never felt a woman’s butt hole clenching your tongue while she cums and shakes and sweats…you just don’t know what you’re missing.

My mother was exhausted. She had had several orgasms, and was still fighting the efects of the drugs. Emotionally she was a wreck, and all she wanted to do was curl up in a ball and go to bed. She was as weak as she was ever going to be.

Puuurrrrfect.

Mom, I need one more thing from you. I’ve proven to you that I love you. I do mom, I really do. Now I want you to make love to me. I want yor pussy mom. I want to fuck your pussy with your permission. Give it to me mom. Do it right now, " I said in a calm dominant voice. I waited expactantly for her to open up her pussy and invite me in. But she didn’t. It seems my mom had a limit. Having unprotected sex with her son during the fertile part of her cycle was apparently it.

"No John, enough is enough. This ends here. You have had your sick fun, but it is over. You do not get to fuck me John. I’m not having your baby John. I’m your mother, get the fuck off of me, and leave me alone. SHAME on you John Ronald Pressman! SHAME!!" she shrieked at me.

I was kind of hurt and a little confused. My dad gets to fuck her whenever he wants, she was even TRYING to have another child with him. He was half a drunk, treated her like shit, did not satisfy her sexually–but he gets to fuck her pussy anytime he wants and I don’t?! Sa y it with me people: "Fuhhhuck That Shit!!"

"Mom we’ve been so busy fucking you don’t seem to have noticed the video cameras. I’ve got your slutty ass on tape enjoying your son’s cock, and his tongue. Maybe the folks at church, dad, grandpa, grandma, all our friends, and your boss would all enjoy a copy. I’ll download some film to the internet, and e-mail a few million people. We can do that mom, or it can be just between us. I want your pussy and I’m going to have it. Give it to me, obey me you cheap slut. "

My mom started sobbing she had this trapped desperate look in her eyes.

You can rape me, you sick bastard. I can’t stop you. I kow that. But John listen to me. I will never make love to you. I will never give myself to you. I will hate you John. If you make me do this I will hate you for the rest of my life. I wish you were never born. You don’t have a mother anymore. You murdered her tonight, and you killed my only child. Do this and you are dead to me!" she shrieked.

I heard her, I really did. A part of me was ashamed for what I had done, and was about to do. It’s just that I was so damned horny. I was so worked up about being the star of my own Jaz story, and I had come so far–I had to finish it. I had to make Jaz proud of me.

"Spread your legs mom, put them on my shoulders. I have not hurt you yet. Don’t make me do it now. I’m dong it slut, I’m fucking you, because I want to. I want it on tape, I want you to know that I raped you. "

For some reason she refused to give me her pussy. I had to pry her legs apart and force my way inside. I think that made it all the more satisfying. The screams the kicking, her thrashing beneath me it was amazing!

"I gottcha now, I gottcha mom. Take it slut! Do you like that huh? You like my cock in your cunt don’t you. Fuck you are tigt mommy. I love your pussy. Do you feel that? Uh, uh, uh, oh baby, oh baby damn. Are you my slut? Say it bitch tell me you are my slut. I love you mom, oh shit! You’re making me cum already. You sexy little slut, uh,yeah, yeah baby, yeh, fuck,cuk,cuk,cuk YES!!!" I bellowed as came deep down in the bottom of my mom’s tight cunt.

I laid there for a few mintes, kissing her, playing with her tits. It felt so good knowing that she wanted me gone. To pin her beneath me and force myself on her wa intoxicating. Invigorating. I felt John Jr. Begin to stir inside her pussy again. She felt him too.

" I’m going to keep fucking you until you make love to me. It’s only Friday night mom. How many times do you think I can cum in your pussy before Sunday afternoon. 10, 15 times? I promise you mom, 15 loads of my thick spunkcream and you are going to be pregnant. I’ll give you a choice though. 15 loads or only 5. Make love to me mom, surrender your pussy to me, fuck me like a bitch in heat, smile, pose, fuck for the camera and you only have to do it 5 times. I’ll be satisfied. If you are really good I’ll let you scoop my cum out and eat it–but only if you cum too. If you don’t enjoy yourself and cum like a good little slut, my sperm stays inside you. What do you say mom? 15 fucks or just 5?"

My mom was quiet for a long time. Her shoulders were shaking and her thick blonde hair hid her face. Slowly she composed herself. My cock was still inside of her and was now fully awake. I was about to start fucking her when she said, " Do you promise to let me scoop it out if I cum? Maybe if I’m really good you can pull out and cum on my face, or let me suck you off? You’d like that wouldn’t you. John please, be reasonable. You don’t want to be a father at 22 do you? "

Sigh, my mom knows me too well. God she really did want to keep my cum out of her cunt pretty bad. I love her, I’d meet her half way.

"Susan, I’m going to cum in your pussy the first 3 times, period. No doubtaboutit. The last two are up to you though. If you are really good, and hot and a total mommy fuckslut, I’ll let you decide where I cum for the last two loads. After this weekend you can go back on the pill or fuck me earlier in your cycle. Ok…deal! Now shut up and fuck your man baby."

Tears were leaking down her face as she plastered on a smile for me. She still cringed at my touch, still recoiled and shrank from my cock. But when I kissed her she kissed me back, she opened her soft wet mouth and let me suck her tongue. For the first time I heard my mom begin to moan and grunt for ME. Those special lust grunts that I had only heard her give my dad before, were now MINE. Her pussy slowly juiced up, and she was playing with her clit trying to cum. That’s not RAPE, that’s love.

I could not wait to tell Jaz!

EPILOUGE

Well that’s what happened. I fucked my mom all weekend long. No check that, I FUCKED HER on Friday. We made LOVE all day Saturday and Sunday. I have the tapes, pictures, and web pages to prove it. I sent Jaz the pics and video as he requested along with this e-mail and asked him to make this into a
Rape/Betrayal story.

I really thought he was my friend, that he would like it. Then he replied back all innocent and wants to pretend he knew nothing about it, that even though he told me to do it, it is not his fault. Jaz is not cool. He is an asshole and a faggot coward, and I hate the mother fucker.
Fuck you Jaz, kiss my ass and fuck YOU!!
Author’s Note: A word from Jaz
I got a weird e-mail today. I had been goofing around with a Reader. Some time ago. We talked a few times, I barely remember the details. He had asked for tips on how to rape someone, and since he clearly had an incest fantasy, I suggested he rape his mom and gave some pointers. I’ve done it a hundred times before with other Readers. I get a lot of mail. Most from people who like rape. Who want to talk about it. I mean, really. Who else can you talk to about RAPE. Your mom, your girlfriend, your best bud? I Nope sorry, don’t think so. For most people an anonymous rape writer is perfect.
  
I gotta admit though, I’m kind of freaking out. The sick asshole says he really did it. He blames me for egging him on, says that I am responsible. Holy shit, please god tell me this guy is just messing with me. I write these stories just for fun, because I am really a weak pathetic man who has no life. I’m not proud of that, but it’s the truth. Writing rape stories makes me feel good, powerful, but I would never really want a woman to be hurt because of me. Jesus fuck, I’m a christian!

I have to believe this is just a fucking story. I have to! As fantasy it’s fine. I sorta like it. After all he did follow my rules. I polished his e-mail added a few details, touched it up and will submit it to all my usual free porn sites. It’s the pictures and video that bother me. He’s holding up a sign in one of them that says "I did it Jaz, I raped my mom. Thanks for all your advice, John".

  The woman is a hot blonde in her early 40s and she is either getting brutally raped or is one hell of an actress. Before you ask, no! You can’t see the pics, I’m not taking a chance that they will show up in court one day.

There now I can rest easy,

Great rape story by Jaz

Randall gazed into Sarah’s window, his eyes tracing her supple curves of her beautifully formed body as she changed into her bedclothes. He had been doing this for every night for the past few months, usually sitting in his van. Pulling on him bloated member as he watched the young girl change clothes, or look herself over in the mirror.

He had first seen this voluptuous 18-year-old in the park, he was just passing through Georgia on his way to New Orleans, but the moment he saw her, his plans changed. His breath caught in his throat, her tall figure was easily the most beautiful he had ever seen. Her long well muscled legs made her body bounce as she jogged, causing her large breasts to jiggle each time her foot hit the ground. Randall had decided that day, that he had to have her. From that moment he ached to feel her those long legs wrapped around his torso pulling him into her most intimate of area’s.

Randall followed her home, keeping far enough behind the young Jogger to avoid her suspiscions. Watching her enter the modest sized house, he began to formulate a plan to abduct the beautiful teen-ager. He watched her constantly, taking notes of her schedule, her habits, and eventually learned her name was Sarah Marshall, that she was 18 years old, and graduating this year.

Now, finally, he could have her. His lust filled eyes glared obscenely at her breasts, covered only by the thin T-shirt she was wearing to bed. His fevered mind could thing of nothing more then planting his long, stiff cock in between her luscious orbs, or into her tight teen-age body itself. He rubbed his rigid member absent minded, the hard organ pulsating from the stimulation.

Randal ducked behind a car as she turned the light off, the last thing he needed was to be seen now. After she had lowered herself onto her bed, he returned to his van to await the time when she would be far enough into her sleep for him to grab the young girl, and defile her virginal body.

Randallґs Perspective

His heart was pounding and his breathing was laboured. He climbed slowly into the young girls window, pulling himself through almost silently. He was finally going to do what he had been waiting so long to do. Glancing around the room, he saw the lovely girl laying on her back, her full chest rising rhythmically in her slumber. He almost hated to disturb her, but in the end, his sexual lust won out against his last vestiges of decency.

He quickly doused a his white hanker-chief with the chloroform he had obtained from the hardware store. He placed the soiled cloth over her mouth and nose. She woke suddenly, her arms flailing in a vain attempt to fend off her assailant. Soon, however, she fell back into slumber, her consciousness stolen by the noxious fumes. He dragged her limp form over to the window, and pushed her feet first through the small portal. Sarah’s nearly lifeless body fell to the ground, and lay crumpled on the dew soaked grass. He moved through silently, and inspected her to insure she was both okay, and unconscious. Sarah had curled up into a ball, to protect her scantily clad body from the cold, but she otherwise showed no signs of awakening any time in the near future.

Carefully looking around to insure no one was watching him, he picked up her body, and moved swiftly for his van, parked at the curb a few yards away from her window at the side of the house. He quickly opened the rear door of his vehicle, worrying that a car would drive by, and stop him so close to his goal. His fears eased, however, when he slid his sleeping captive into the back of his van.

Once inside, he felt an undeniable urge to look the object of his lust over. He flicked on a small overhead light, and moved his hands just under the bottom of her shirt. He took in a breath of air as he felt the warmth of her soft skin. He carefully pulled the shirt up, revealing the underside of her large breasts. His heart filled with desire, he moved his hands up completely revealing the two large, creamy orbs crowned with perfectly cantered nipples a light pink colour. His tongue snaked out to lick the delicious flesh when he heard a car drive passed them. He held his breath, expecting it to be a cop, or a neighbour, or someone that someone that somehow knew of his perverse plans for this lovely maiden. Luckily though, the car just drove by. He chastised himself for nearly going to far, with his van parked in plain sight, at the scene of a crime.

He then took out a small length of rope, and bound her hands firmly behind her back, checking to make she he hadn’t damaged her lovely skin. He looked down at her, and kissed her softly, letting his tongue caress the delicate skin of her lips. Then, taking one last glance at her beautiful slumbering body, he climbed into the driver’s seat, and quietly drove away from her house.

As Randall drove down the highway, he couldn’t help but look at his still passed out captive. Looking at her, with her arms bound behind her back, her T-shirt clinging to her huge, round breasts. He grew stiff, again he thought about how incredible it would feel to plant his aching rod between her cleavage, or to sink it into her tight, undefiled cunt. He smiled, secure in the knowledge that there was plenty of time to do both of those things, and anything else he decided to subject her to. His smile widened when the lights of the motel he was staying at became visible just over the dashboard. He wondered what delights her tender, unused body would hold for him. He grinned wickedly at the prospect of finding out.

As he pulled up in front of the motel room, and stepped outside to have a look around. After being sure that there was no one about that may question him about his young guest, he went to the back of the van to get his victim. Even if there were anyone that would see them, a couple of young people, even a man leading an incapacitated young lady into a motel room, they wouldn’t say anything. He spread a coat over her back so no one would see Sarah’s delicate hands held tightly behind her back. Then he moved his hands carefully under her arms to make it look like she was in a drunken stupor. It took a few minutes for him to get her to the door of his room, but once inside, he wasted no time. He tossed her onto the bed and withdrew a small bottle of smelling salts. He definitely wanted her conscious for this.

Sarah regained consciousness quickly, moving her arms trying to bring them up to bat the foul smelling chemicals away from her. He laughed slightly at this, and she began to open her eyes. Still looking very groggy, her first words were a jumble. Incoherent, heavy throat sounds that Randall didn’t understand. Her next attempt at speech was much more focused

" Where am I? Who are you?" her voice was more edged with outrage then any fear, he realized she didn’t understand fully what was happening.

" Hello fair princess" he said, using the most mocking tone he could manage," How was your nap?"

" Please just let me go, I won’t tell anyone, I promise, we can forget all about this" Fear was now quite evident in her voice, the ramifications of what was happening apparently having dawned on her. Seeing her plea was falling on deaf ears she stuttered " What.. What are you going to do to me?"

Randall let out a laugh even the devil would be proud of " Come now Sarah" he said, his mocking tone replaced with a far more ominous one " You know full well what I’m going to do to you" With that he let his eyes roam over her. Yes, he thought, this is certainly worth the effort.

Her face went blank, " No, no, you can’t. Please no." He was pleased at her mortification, but he had plenty more in store for her.

He took a small razor blade and cut the tight T-shirt she was wearing in half. " Sarah, you have lovely tits, you know that? Perfect in fact, I’m truly going to enjoy this" this time he saw his mention of her name on her face.

" How do you know my name" she said, now fright very apparent in her voice

" Sarah, Sarah, Sarah" he said, pleased that he could tell her how he had been watching her " I’ve been watching you for quite some time now" He grabbed her tits in both his hands and squeezed them together " you have no idea how many nights I’ve pulled on my aching dick imagining it squeezed between there beauties, covering them with my thick cum"

He smiled again at the look of disgust that flashed across her face, and he undid his pants letting them drop to the floor around his ankles.

" NO!" Sarah Screamed " Someone help me!" Randall hadn’t thought of this, but he reacted quickly. He Grabbed her cheeks and pushed them together

" Shut up Sarah" he said, waving the razor blade in his hands menacingly. He smiled again as he saw the look of contempt washing over her face. " good Sarah, good"

With that he withdrew his hard, 7-inch cock and placed it firmly in the valley between her massive breasts. " oh god" he moaned, as he pushed them against the sides of his very stiff pole. He looked down at her, she was silently weeping at his violation of her. Stupid girl, the thought. She should be glad I’m not sticking it up that precious ass of hers.

He revelled in the feeling of her soft, cool breasts pinching his cock as he moved them slowly up and down. He was close, but he certainly wanted this to last.

" I want to cover your tits with my cum" he grunted, just to see the response he’d get from her. Her response to his obscene comment was a horrified look.

That was all he could take. The cum rushed up his cock, and splashed onto her chin. She let out a small shriek as he sat up and sent another stream across her breasts. The sticky hot liquid looked so lovely on her large pale melons.

After he finished cumming, he moved off of her, and looked at her. He smiled " mmmmm" he moaned " that was even better then I thought it would be, you’ve got a great rack" he laughed, he really loved messing with her.

" You bastard, you fucking bastard" he voice full of hatred " You’ve got what you wanted now GO! GET OUT!" Randall laughed hysterically. His lovely young captive was ordering him around.

" Please" her voice softened " I won’t tell anyone, not a soul, no one will ever know, just let me go, please?" He laughed at her pleading too. This was just too good. The sense of power was overwhelming.

" No, I don’t think so, I won’t leave you alone, we’ve just begun our festivities." He said mockingly.

" You’ve gotten what you wanted. You used me, isn’t that enough?" She said, he certain savoured the utter terror in her voice

" I’ve not gotten everything I wanted" With that, Randall Ripped her panties away from her, and removed the tattered of her shirt He moved his eyes over her dark mound of pubic hair, and he gazed at her Juice slicked cunt.

" My, you certainly are wet, you must really want it don’t you?" he said in that same mocking tone of his. He knew she couldn’t help but get wet, but he wanted to make her even more ashamed of it.

" Please, please, don’t. I’ve never been with a man before." Her voice filled with a desperation he had never heard before. He almost felt sorry for the poor girl.

" I’m not going to do anything to you, not until you are begging for it" He smirked at the idea, he knew he could push her to the brink. He really wanted to mess with the girls head.

She didn’t say a word, she just sat there staring up blankly. He moved his hands softly over her body, gently massaging every inch of her tender young form. He let his hands trace circles around her nipples, and ran them down the crack of her behind. He let one of his fingers slip into the tight folds of her wet slit. He traced up and down, letting his fingers brush up against her swollen clit, and down into her tight hole. He let his eyes wander up her body, her chest was now labouring in its breath, her eyes were tightly closed and her jaw clenched. He thought she must be trying awfully hard not to like this. He let his finger slip into her tight, virgin passage. She drew in a sharp breath, but refused to let out a moan.

He slid his finger in and out, slowly at first but steadily increasing it’s pace. She began to thrust her hips to meet his probing digit. He cunt began to tighten around his finger and he knew she was seconds away from climax. Very slowly he withdrew his finger. " Not yet my darling, you don’t cum unless it’s my dick nestled between those lovely lower lips of yours" He said, but lightly stroked her clit, not wanting her to back of her orgasm, just not quite take that plunge into the waters of ecstasy. He then lowered his head and licked her sex. She let out a moan then, and he knew he was dangerously close to pushing he over the edge into orgasm. His stuck his tongue in he tight young tunnel, moving the tip of it along the roof of the wet passage

" You asshole, just rape me!" she yelled at the top of her lungs.

He smiled; He had been desperately waiting to hear that. He rose slowly between her legs, and putting her feet on top of his shoulders, positioned himself for entry into her teen-age body. He slid his long, Long, hard member into her inch by inch. The pleasure washing over him. She was almost unbearably tight. He withdrew slowly and rammed in much harder. She let out a little yelp, but she didn’t seem to be hurt in any way. He began to pump into her very fast now, thrusting into her and watching as the impacts caused her breasts bounce up and down, just like that day he first saw her jogging. The sight almost made him spill himself into her velvety soft pussy, but he managed to hold himself back. She however, couldn’t manage the same feat, she began to flail wildly bucking her hips as fast as she could, her pussy clenching tight around his throbbing hard staff. It was all too much, he released the cum like a torrent from his cock, filling her with more semen then he thought possible. He had planned to pull out and let it go onto her soft pubes for easier cleanup, but he just couldn’t help it, she was far to tight. Exhausted from the effort, he collapsed onto her weeping body.

" You certainly were a tight one" he whispered cruelly into her ear.

" You fucking prick" she said in a calm even tone, she was obviously no longer fully there. He kissed her one last time and dressed himself. He started for the door, but looked back at her " You know, you should be glad I kill you" He knew very well that he didn’t have it in him, but he wanted her to think he did.

With that, he walked out the door and drove of into the sunrise.

Sarah’s Perspective

She was sleeping quietly, her head resting on the soft, Satin pillows. She didn’t see the shadow of her assailant creeping over her body, or smell his musky cologne. The first sign she had of him was a chloroform soaked cloth that he had thrust over her face. She woke with a star, flailing her arms around madly, the foul liquid nearly making her vomit. She tried her hardest to fight the man with the cloth away from her. But she didn’t have the strength, and passed quickly into unconsciousness.

The next thing she knew, she smelled a foul door underneath her nose, and she tried to bat it away, but something was holding her arms behind her back.

" Who are you?" she tried to say, but phlegm was caught in her throat. She cleared it, and tried again

" Where am I? Who are you?" she said, not sure she wanted to know, but she tried to sound confident.

" Hello Fair Princess" A strange man said, obviously mocking her " How was your nap?" She looked him over. He was a few inches shorter then she. Pale he was, with Black unkempt hair. He looked a quite wicked

" Please just let me go, I won’t tell anyone, I promise, we can forget all about this," She said, She thought he must be a kidnapper. She saw the man leering at her oddly, and began to worry that money was not his goal. " Wha.. What are you going to do to me?" She stuttered, by now all the confidence had drained out of her voice.

The pale man laughed a wicked laugh that made her stomach knot up. " Come now Sarah" He said in that same mocking tone " You know full well what I’m going to do to you" . She squirmed as his eyes roamed over her body, especially leering at her very well developed breasts, she suddenly wished they weren’t quite so well developed

She was terrified " No, no, you can’t please no." She wished she could cover herself up, she was wearing almost nothing. She watched him withdraw a small razor from his pocket and wave it at her. She was worried he’d cut her. He quickly sliced open her shirt though exposing her breasts to him.

" Sarah, you have lovely tits, you know that? Perfect in fact, I’m truly going to enjoy this" She couldn’t believe he talked to her like that, then she realized he had been calling her by her name.

" How do you know my name?" she asked. How long he had been planning this?

" Sarah, Sarah, Sarah" He said, his voiced filled with a menacing tease " I’ve been watching you for quite some time now" She had suspected someone was following her, but she always chalked it up to her paranoia.

The man grabbed at her breasts, and squeezed them together roughly, it hurt a little, but she had other things to worry about. " You have no idea how many nights I’ve pulled on my aching dick imagining it squeezed between there beauties, covering them with my thick cum" He said Obscenely

She was disgusted, she was proud of her chest, but she never expected to have anyone do that to it. He watched in fear as he dropped his pants

" NO!" She yelled as loudly as she could " Someone help me!" She felt his hands on her cheeks instantly and she shivered in fear. She wondered if he was going to kill her.

" Shut up, Sarah!" He growled She thought it would be best to do as he said. She just glared at him He smiled down at her " Good Sarah, good"

She didn’t say a word as he took out his cock and straddled her chest, putting his hard member in between her very large breasts, 36D’s, this was one of the few times wished she hadn’t been so well endowed. The hard Shaft burned like fire between her cool soft breasts. He began to move them up and down his pole. She hated this man; she hated that he could use her like this. " Oh God" He groaned. Bastard, she thought, I hope you enjoy it, I’ll see you fry for this.

" I want to cover your tits with my cum" He said, still rubbing them up and down his cock, she felt the pre-cum oozing onto the sides of her tits. She looked at him horrified. She definitely did not want his cum on her.

She didn’t see the cum shoot out of his cock onto her chin, but she nearly threw up when some of it got on her lips and into her mouth. She was glad that he got up though. And he soon shot another stream of the fiery liquid onto her breasts. She felt used. How could he could feel he had the right to do this to her?

When he finished, he rolled of her sore chest and laughed a little " mmmmm" He moaned " That was even better then I thought it would be, you’ve got a great rack" He smiled evil at her, the cum still dripping down her chin she yelled at him " You bastard! You fucking Bastard!" She screamed " You’ve got what you wanted now GO! GET OUT!" But the man just laughed at her, she felt like she was going to cry.

She realized that this was definitely not going to get her free. " Please" she said, in a very pleading tone " I won’t tell anyone, not a should, no one will lever know, just let me go, please?" she was lying, no matter what he did, she was going to make sure he paid dearly for using her like that, Though she did wonder if what he had just done to her would be considered rape.

" No, I don’t think so, I won’t leave you alone, we’ve just begun our festivities." He said, still using that damned mocking voice of his.

" You’ve gotten what you wanted, you used me, isn’t that enough?" She was frightened; this was not how she had hoped to lose her virginity

" I’ve not gotten everything I want," He said as he ripped her panties off of her, exposing her most intimate area to him. Of course, his eyes locked right onto her exposed pussy.

" My, you certainly are wet, you must really want it don’t you?" He said viscously. She was wet. " What is wrong with me" she thought, " I’m not enjoying this, why am I so wet?"

" Please, please no, I’ve never been with a man" she was desperately trying to save her virginity.

" I’m not going to do anything to you, not until you are begging for it" he said with a wicked grin. She decided not to bother talking anymore, she just lay there and closed her eyes. She didn’t understand why he was doing this; he had used her already. Did he really need to rape her virginity away too? She was suddenly aware that his hands were caressing her vagina lightly, It definitely felt good, but she didn’t want to portray it to her captor. She felt him insert his finger into her and she breathed in deeply. " Damn me" she thought, " I should not be enjoying this. What’s wrong with me? Maybe I deserve this"

He was moving in and out ver quickly now, and the heat from her crotch was radiated all over her body. She was close to cumming but she couldn’t help it, she moved her hips against his invading finger. Suddenly, as she was about to orgasm, he took his finger out

" Not yet my darling, you don’t cum unless it’s my dick nestled between those lovely lower lips of yours" he said lustily, she almost screamed for him to fuck her, she wanted to cum so badly, but her will power won out in the end. She kept silent. He continued to stroke her clit, keeping her on the brink or the biggest orgasm of her life. Each light caress brought her closer to giving in, and she wondered how long she could hold out.

Then she felt something very warm, and ver wet flick across her clit. She was about to give in when his tongue entered her tunnel and she felt his rough taste buds scrape across the roof of her tunnel.

" You fucking asshole, just fuck me!" she yelled, surprising herself at how loud she could be.

It didn’t take long before she felt the tip of it pressing against her inflamed pussy. She was very thankful that a small mishap with a tampon had taken her hymen when she was younger. She felt the hot, hard cock push into her slowly, and the pull out. Then, it slammed into her, and she couldn’t help be release a small cry. He felt him rocking in and out of her; she was lost in her own pleasure. She had never known so much ecstasy.

She hated herself for giving in, and she was definitely resolved to make this prick pay. But for now, all she could focus on was him rapidly moving in and out of her body. She lost it then, spasming around his pumping cock. And moaning very loudly, this was definitely the greatest cum she had ever imagined. She was soon aware that he was shooting off his foul juices into her. But she didn’t care that much. After a few moments of intense pleasure, he felt her collapse onto her, his chest heaving against her already sore breasts

" You certainly were a tight one" The pale man said, his words stung her. She hated that he had enjoyed hurting her so cruelly. She hated herself for enjoying it. She had just had her virginity torn from her. She had been raped, and she had literally asked for it. Her self-loathing had no bounds.

" You fucking prick" was all she could say she felt him get off of her, and heard him get dressed, she wondered if it were over or if he had other things in mind. She thought of him forcing her to take his cock into her mouth. Then she thought about him forcing himself into her ass. She closed her eyes and prayed that he would leave her alone now.

" You know, you should be glad I didn’t kill you" She heard the man say. Then she breathed a sigh of relief as she heard the door to the room open and him leave. She curled into a ball, and lay there, her body sore and raped. Her chest crusted over with his semen. She had never felt so horrible in her life.

She lay there for what must have been hours, eventually she heard the door open again, and she clenched her body. " My GOD!" she heard in a feminine voice. She was safe! Finally, her ordeal was over. The maid untied her and brought her some coffee as they waited for the police. They came and took her to the hospital.

Randall was never caught.

Author of this and many more great rape stories is Timothy Galvin.

Trish knew something wasn’t right when she entered the building. She looked again at the address to make sure she had it correct.
"8945 Crawford Street." She said aloud,"Yeah I got it right."
She carefully walked around the seemingly vacant building. She was to meet her long time online friend "Crazy Cool" a man she had been talking to for over 9 months now. She felt a connection to him. She could talk to him about anything and it seemed he understood. Even when she complained about her husband and how he couldn’t satisfy her in bed. He seemed patient and to be a good listener. Even giving out advice to her on how to be more aggressive in her approach to their lovemaking. But tonight for the first time ever she had a eerie feeling about meeting him. She knew all of the things people said about not ever giving out personal information, but she felt she knew Eric. She felt she could trust him. He had turned into one of the best friends she had ever had.
"Stop being a stupid Bitch," Trish said to herself," This is "CrazyCool". He wouldn’t hurt you. You know him. He’s a good guy."
But still the feeling remained as she walked through what she thought was a deserted building. Calling out his name with each new room she came to. She was only greeted with silence. She thought about writing a note and leaving it for him, but decided not to.
"I’ll wait for another 5 minutes and then I’m out of here." She said to no one in particular. She continued her search for Eric. "Why the hell did he want to meet here??"
She was highly confused. And every nerve of her body was on edge. Her instincts all screamed "Leave! Leave now!"
But she didn’t and that would prove to be her most fateful mistake.
She walked inside a room that was totally dark except a few candles lighting the way. She remembered telling him how her husband isn’t the most romantic of the bunch and how much she misses romance so maybe he was doing that to remind her how it felt to be romanced. That’s what she told herself, but the eerie feeling was getting worse now. She followed the candles all the way to the back a big room. Her eyes had adjusted so she could see better in the dark. But was confused by what she saw a strange looking table had been erected in the middle of the room complete with leather straps and metal handcuffs. She started to back out the room when Eric finally spoke.
"Glad you could make it babe."
"What’s all this shit??"
"Just a game I’m sure you’ll enjoy."
"Eric I’m sorry if I gave you the wrong impression, but as much as I told you about my fantasies that’s all they are is fantasies! I don’t want to act on them!!"
"Alittle late for that now Bitch!" He walked over to her and slapped her," Do you know what you did to me talking about all of that rape shit…You got me thinking..Got me thinking and got me HARD!!" He hit her a few more times until she fell to the floor sobbing.
"Eric I thought you were my friend. I thought I could trust you."
"You don’t know anything about me Cunt!" He started to laugh a bone chilling laugh," Like did you know you have been chatting with a man who just got out after spending 5 years in the hole for rape?" He reached down and tore her shirt. "So you don’t know ME you know the man I wanted you to. You played into my hands perfectly. All those rape stories and every instant message I saved. If you do go to the cops it will look like you wanted this!"
Trish’s sobbing was louder now because she knew he was right. And how would she go to the cops when her husband didn’t have a clue about her online alter ego. He would divorce her and take her children away. The faces of her children passed before her eyes. She knew he had her.
"Get up Bitch and undress!"
She hesitated so he decided to help her. He ripped through her sweater with the knife he was concealing in the back of his pants. The knife made Trish shake.
"OH MY GOD!! He’s got a knife!!!" She thought to herself trying to keep a hold of the hysteria threading to take over her body.
"You gonna get fucked real good tonight Whore! I’m gonna rape every hole you have! Now Take off those jeans unless you need more of my help!" He held up the knife watching as Trish’s eyes followed it’s every move.
Without hesitation she unbuttoned her jeans and slid them off of her body.
"Nice sexy panties. You can’t tell me you don’t want this. Only a slut would wear panties like that to meet someone for the first time. You a slut darling?"
Trish was beginning to feel very sluty in her read g string silk panties.
"I asked you a question. Are you a slut?"
She shook her head no.
"Wrong answer BITCH!! He screamed in her face as he knocked her down to the floor with one solid blow to the side of her face. "Are you a SLUT??"
"Yes." She whispered.
"That’s better. Now who’s slut are you?"
"I’m your slut, Eric."
He laughed another bone chilling laugh. He looked down to where she had fallen," Well While you’re down there…" He pulled her up to her knees." Unzip my pants with your teeth and with your sexy mouth get my cock out and suck it. You better be good at this Whore or I’ll cut you."
Tears falling from Trish’s eyes she began to unzip his pants with her teeth. In order to get his cock out she had to practically put her whole face into the opening. Finally she pulled it out with her mouth and started sucking like her life depending on it. Using her tongue on the underside of his thick cock and wrapping her tongue around the shaft so tight her lips were burning. He grabbed both sides of her hair and began forcing more and more of his large organ down her gagging throat. Only when her nose was buried in his pubic hair did he pull back only to slam back into her mouth again.
"Ahhh yeah Whore you have a fucking great mouth. I knew you would…Hell yeah suck that big hard cock." He was fucking her mouth with intensity now. It was so far down her throat that she had to make her self calm down so she could breathe out of her nose.
Suddenly he pushed her mouth off of his cock and threw her back on the dirty building floor.
"I’m gonna rape you now you little Bitch!"
He moved her panties over so he could gain access to her tight little hole. She was dry and even with the spit from her earlier blowjob he was having problems getting his thick eight inch cock inside her tiny opening.
"Damn Cunt for having two brats you sure are fucking tight. Don’t your husband fuck you at all???" He laughed at the look of embarrassment on her face.
He knew her husband rarely fucked her. He knew pretty much all he needed to know about her. He laughed again.
" That’s okay I was expecting this." He got up and went to the bag of goodies he had waiting for her and pulled out a tube of KY Jelly. He put some on his cock running his hands up and down his cock and a little extra on the head and then reached down and put some on her tiny slit. He cut her panties from her body.
"This should make it a little easier." He laughed again as he lined himself up with her nice tight little hole. He was about to push himself in when he had another idea.
"I want you to REALLY feel this." He said to her as he lifted her legs on his shoulders and plunged inside her tiny hole.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH OH MY GOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" She screamed.
"Damn baby I didn’t think you’d enjoy it this much!" He told her as he felt her getting wet.
"Stop crying Bitch you had this coming to you for almost a year now." He looked down between her legs watching his cock move in and out of her glistening with her pussy juices," You Whore look how wet you’re getting. You’re making a fucking mess all over the floor. You dirty Bitch!"
She started sobbing harder because she knew he was right. She WAS wet. She was starting to feel pleasure from his rough rape of her pussy. She could feel the tingle deep inside her begin.
"I can’t cum! I can’t cum!!!! This is rape not making love! This motherfucker is raping me not trying to pleasure me! I CAN NOT cum!!!!!" She screamed to herself shaking her head back and forth.
Eric could tell from how she was shifting her body and sta rting to fuck him back that she was close to cumming.
"To bad Bitch I’m not gonna let you cum just yet!!"
In a flash he had flipped her over and rubbing some more KY Jelly between her ass cheeks.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOO NOT THERE!!!! PLEAASE NOT THERE!!!"
"Oh yeah Cunt right there. I told you I was going to fuck every hole you had!! I’m going to make you fucking cum for me while I am sodomizing your perfect little asshole!!!" He laughed a demonic laugh that sent shivers up her spine.
When he had her asshole well lubricated as well as adding more to his swollen cock he pulled her cheeks apart and lounged inside of her asshole. He had some trouble getting past her sphincter muscle that was trying to protect her virgin asshole from the invasion. But He kept at it he was determined to get inside her ass.
"OH MY GOD THAT FUCKING HURTS TAKE IT OUT!!!!!!!!!" She was screaming it over and over again.
"You dumb Bitch it isn’t even in yet!!!!" With that he gave a vicious thrust and broke past the muscle and felt himself finally get inside her ass.
"OHHHHHH FUCK!!!!!!!!!!!! OH SHIT!!!!!!!!!!AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!" Trish screamed as the searing pain shot through her body. The burning pain was so horrible that she was sure that he was going to rip her apart from the inside out!
Eric picked up his knife from the ground and held it up to her pussy.
"I’ll cut your pussy lips off if you scream like that again you dirty fucking Bitch!!!"
His cock was moving in and out of her asshole at an alarming rate. Trish was biting her bottom lip so hard that she could taste blood inside her mouth. Every time she felt she was going to scream again she bite her lip even harder that the even more blood seeped into her mouth. She was sobbing uncontrollably but was making as little noise as possible. Just then Eric slammed his cock brutally into her already throbbing asshole and she screamed again.
"Just making sure you could still feel the pain!!!"
He started to laugh as she whimpered her tear and dirt streaked face turning him on even more. He could feel his own release coming to a boil.
"You ready to cum you little Cunt Whore!!!" He rasped into her ear.
"No Please No just take it out please JUST TAKE IT OUT!!!"
"Hell no you haven’t had your fun yet!!"
He turned her around so that she was on her back and he was still inside her asshole. She screamed from the fresh pain this new position was causing her. He reached inside his little bag of tricks and pulled out a dildo that was at least 12 inches long and 4 inches around. She screamed when she saw it knowing what he had in mind.
"I’m going to stretch your hole out so bad that I’ll be able to fit my whole hand and arm inside your pussy!"
He started ramming the dildo deep inside her cunt. She felt filled to the hilt. Both holes felt filled. The pain off the dildo and the ass fucking almost made her pass out but he slapped her hard in the face.
"Wake up Bitch I’m about to make your dreams come true!!
He continued the assault on her ass as he fucked her long and deep with the dildo rubbing her clit. If anything Eric had a terrific rhythm going. He never missed a beat he could feel her body starting to react and he loved it.
"That’s right baby cum for your rapist!" He shouted over and over again.
"No!!! Please don’t make me cum!!" She was begging between grunts. Her breathing became heavy almost to the point of panting. He thought it was funny he was fucking her like a dog and here she was sounding like one. Trish felt the tingle coming all over again. It was much more intense than before. She knew she wouldn’t be able to control it. She couldn’t stop it. The feelings he was making shot through her body was more intense than anything her husband had ever made her feel.
"Tell me to fuck you harder Slut!"
"F…..U..CK ME HARDER YOU BASTARD!!!!!!! FUCK ME HARDER!!!"
He upped the tempo and she started screaming, but this time it wasn’t only because of the pain. It was an intense mix of pleasure and pain. She started shaking as it began to slice through her. Eric could feel her starting to shake and the way her asshole was contracting around his cock. He started to cum with a vengeance he had never felt before. Trish screamed louder with her release she could feel his cum shooting deep inside her pussy as well as her own cum mixing with his and coating his cock. She couldn’t take anymore she passed out in the middle of her own orgasm. Eric finished up his and laughed. Pulling his cock out of her well used asshole he loved the way it looked so distended and dilated. Like it would never close again. Her pussy was so stretched that he wondered if he really would be able to stick his whole hand and arm inside her well used hole. He decided to try. He pulled her legs apart once again and started with just four fingers they easy slid in. Next his thumb, no problem. Soon he had his entire hand inside her pussy he balled it into a fist and began ramming it inside her slimy pussy. She never woke up just grunted every time he pounded her. He decided to push further. He had his arm up to his elbow inside of her cunt and couldn’t believe it. He was glad he had set up the video camera in the corner where Trish hadn’t seen it. No one would’ve believed this if he didn’t have proof!! He decided to get ready for his finale. He picked Trish’s limp body up and placed her on the table he had prepared. Then smiled as he cuffed her hands to the top and bottom and used the leather straps around her neck and breasts. He was very proud of his handiwork…He smiled again only this time the smile was filled with evil and hate…………………

Author of this rape story is Elizabeth.

Chapter One

Markale and I had been going together for about two months and I was really starting to like him when my mom finally went ballistic. She’s always been a royal pain in my ass, making me do all sorts of crap that no other moms were making their kids do and giving be a hard time when I did it, too! I was just past 18 and I figured I would be leaving home soon anyway so I’d finally had enough when she busted into my room and told me I couldn’t go out with Markale tonight. No matter what I said she was not going to listen to me and I screamed that I was going out anyway.

Just as I was slamming the front door, Markale drove up with four buddies of his. I was in no mood for putting up with his thug friends and told him I thought this was going to be our night out, alone. He looked pissed and his friends started to get loud but he told me he was just dropping them off at the party across town and we’d be alone together soon enough. His friends all started talking mess and saying they wanted to "be alone" and having fun, too, but he just laughed at them and we drove off.

While we were driving, I told him that I was thinking about moving out and leaving mom at home alone since she acts like such a bitch to me now that daddy moved out and Markale slowed the car and pulled over. He looked at me and asked if I wanted to get her back and I said ‘yeah, she deserves it, the bitch’! He told his buddies to get the camcorder out of the trunk and they WOULD be able to have a little fun tonight after all. They were all like ‘great!’ so we drove back to the house and parked down the street a bit. I was getting worried that they’d really hurt my mom but Markale told all of us this was payback and he wanted to see the whole thing on tape later. We all agreed she’d only get gang banged and I sneaked Markale’s buddies in through the front door after looking in mom’s bedroom window to see if she was in there watching TV (She was) and I went back outside to meet Markale by the bedroom window to watch.

In seconds, they rushed her on the bed where she was wearing a bathrobe over her clothes, grabbing her arms and legs and pinning her down. One of them set up the camcorder, turned the sound on the TV down and opened the window we were outside of slightly while his friends pulled the robe off mom and ripped the shit out of her clothes. Two of them stood her up against the now closed bedroom door in just her panties and I was shocked to see how nice her tits looked! The guys were, too, but mom’s only 34 and slightly full-figured so they all liked what they saw. One guy held her arms over her head and kept her mouth covered but you could still hear her screaming and yelling through the window, though muffled under his hand. Two more guys knelt on both sides of her and started fingering her through her panties while the last guy opened his pants and pulled out a huge stiff dick. I gasped when I saw it and Markale wrapped his arms around me from behind, watching with me over my shoulder. I could feel his hard-on as I slid both hands up under my skirt and down into my damp panties.

The kneeling guys opened mom’s legs and one of them pulled the crotch of her panties to the side while the fourth guy moved up to her, grabbed his thick black cock and pushed towards her, banging her back against the door. His groan of pleasure was bare audible over the noises coming from my bitch mom as he raped her with hard full strokes. We couldn’t see from the window but Markale and I knew she was getting her pussy raped harder than she could ever imagine. He finished in less than 5 minutes, slamming his cock into mom’s crotch and holding it there while grabbing her ass and pulling it tightly against his cumming body.
He pulled out of her and stepped away, letting all the guys, the camera, and
Markale & me see the cum dripping from her pussy, through the panties and down both her legs.

I was moaning, ‘rape her, fuck the shit out of her!’ and Markale opened my legs, rubbing his hardness against my wet lips from behind. We both moaned as the guys pulled mom back to the bed and pinned her there spread-eagle after pulling her panties off and tossing them across the room. They landed on the dresser next to the window and we could clearly see the cum she’d dripped into them.
They began ripped the rest of her clothing off while she struggled on her back, held down on the middle of the bed. A second guy got on top of her and, this time, we could see her pussy opened violently and the stiff black cock rammed into her, smearing cum along its shaft and all over her lips. He raped her as hard as I imagined I wanted it but I was almost chanting with him while he fucked her unmercifully. He came even more than the first guy did, leaving so much cum in her that it gushed out as soon as his cock came out dripping on her black pubic hair, covering it with thick splotches of his pleasure.

In no time at all, they had her rolled over onto her stomach and mom started struggling a lot more. It took all four guys to get her positioned for the buttfucking she was about to get. The guys holding her legs apart had to use two hands to open her big hips and expose her asshole to the camera and the next rapist. This guy was HUGE and so eager he was on her in a heartbeat, rubbing his dick’s head all the way up and down her creamy crack, using the cum to moisten his cock before plowing it all the way up mom’s ass. I was panting now and Markale squatted behind me and shoved his cock into my soaked pussy, fucking me with deep but gentle strokes so that we could both watch the rapes and not make too much noise getting off them. The cock fucking mom’s ass was so big it pulled her cheeks inward but we could still see the bright pick ring of her ass taking thrust after thrust of a jet black cock that had to be 10 or 11 inches in length and the size of his wrist in width! He pulled back on mom’s long black hair and kissed her face until the boy holding her arms released them and rammed his cock into mom’s mouth. I came like a waterfall, soaking Markale cock, my panties and the ground under us watching the payback I wanted so badly.

In another 20 minutes, the cock in mom’s ass was yanked out and the two who were fucking her changed places, shooting their cum into mom’s mouth and ass and pounding it there with massive strokes. When they withdrew, they allowed mom to lie there, gently rolling onto her side, cum splashed all over her face, her eyes held wide open but no longer screaming. The camcorder was moved off the stand and walked around the bed, capturing the complete scene: cum still running from her pussy and ass; her bangs matted with more of it; her butt bright red from the slamming into the door and against the rapist’s thighs. Seeing that made Markale cum hard into me, grunting into my ear, grabbing my tits through my light sweater and grinding his spewing prick up into me hard enough to lift me to my toes. He held me like that for a long as his cock twitched inside me and
I watched in awe as two black guys climbed back onto the bed and, stroking their thick cocks, came all over mom’s tits and face: one straddling her and shooting up towards her chin and the other holding her head wherever he wanted it by her hair and streaming at her.

Markale kissed me as he pulled his satisfied cock out of my slushy pussy and we dressed slowly while watching the guys dress through the window, gather the camera and stand and make for the bedroom door. Mom just laid there with her eyes wide, her mouth hanging open, showing un- swallowed cum on her tongue. I heard some giggling from the room and looked up from my wet shoes to see the guys all by the opened door but one with his limp dick out and pissing on mom’s legs. I couldn’t help laughing and almost made too much noise through the open window.

Markale and I got to the car at the same time his friends did and we quietly turned the car around and drove off. I looked and Markale. He was grinning like a kid when I asked where we were going since the party the guys were headed to w as the other way. He started laughing when the three in the back pulled me over the seat’s back and he really started laughing when he heard my muffled screams.

Chapter Two

by Lajan

I couldn’t believe what was happening to me as Markale allowed the guys in the back of the car to paw me as the one in the front seat pushed me over. There was no way for me to get completely over the bench seatback but I was trapped halfway – my body bent at the waist with my head being held down and my mouth covered. From this position, my breasts and face were constantly groped from the boys in the back as my mouth was covered by someone’s hand while the remaining gang member in the front seat mauled my backside. Markale was laughing while I struggled but he just kept driving. I couldn’t believe he was letting this happen to me!

In seconds, my top and bra were completely removed, literally torn off my body, allowing for fingers to rub and pull at my hanging breasts. I felt someone grab the back of my head by the hair and push down. I hadn’t realized that my eyes were closed but I opened them in time to see the boy in the middle opening his pants and pulling out his once again completely ridged black cock. The hand covering my mouth was wasn’t removed but the fingers opened and slipped across my tightly clenched teeth. Only then did I smell the thick musky scent of sex, knowing that the smells were from the rapes I had this boy perform on my bitch mother! I almost gagged as I tried to close my lips but my head was quickly pushed lower and the cock in front of me slammed into my mouth, forcing it all the way open, burying itself deeply. I had every intention of biting it off when I felt the hands pulling down wet panties and slipping into my still soaked pussy.

“Well, what the fuck? Little Ms. Leave-Me-Alone is all hot and wet for us, guys! And it looks like Mark-man, here, is gonna help us git wid it!” I gasped as the fingers fucked me slowly while an arm pulled one of my legs to the side to provide a lewd access: Markale’s arm! While driving with one hand, he was actually helping his ‘homies’ rape me! Shock silenced me as the hand on my head began to rhythmically work my head up and down, using my face to pleasure a stranger’s cock. And it didn’t take long before I tasted the same musky odor coming from the crotch ground against my face: once again the taste of the rapes I had allowed for my mother. As I started to cry making me gag on the cock sliding in and out of my mouth, I felt a new sensation between my legs. Someone (It had to be the other boy because the car was still moving and Markale must have been driving even though he still one of my legs locked from the thigh using a arm) was now eating me out! OMG, I had just been fucked by Markale and this guy was thinking I was getting excited by all the pawing from the group. He didn’t know he was burying his face in a pussy his buddy had so recently fucked! I almost laughed through my tears but the constant grunting from the guy spearing my mouth, the loud encouragement from the others, the probing of my tits and nipples, and now the face between my legs created so much confusion and distress I couldn’t manage to coordinate any coherent thought, much less defensive action. As most of my struggles calmed down to simple avoidance of pain and choking, I actually did start to feel the sexual pleasure from the mouth between my legs. I couldn’t believe it was happening and tried to squirm away from the lips and tongue even as I began to feel the tension rise deep within my loins.

The sudden slowing of the car and the familiar double bumping of a car’s wheels hitting a residential curb saved me from the humiliation of an extremely unwanted orgasm. The car slowed then the light diminished as we entered some structure I couldn’t see from face down in the backseat. Markale released my leg and the face was pulled from my pussy as I was pulled back over the seat to the front of the car and dragged towards the passenger door. I was trying vainly to keep my breasts covered (not worrying about my bottom since my skirt was still on me, at least.) as I was roughly led out of the car and into what looked like a home garage. This one was brand new and it smelled of raw fresh wood and concrete. I was all but carried to the door from the garage to the house, and, when it was opened, I suddenly knew where I was. I had been taken to the furnished model home of a new housing tract.

“OK you punks, listen up!” Markale admonished. “Don’t mess up the rest of the house! We have to put it all back in order after our little party and I only want to be responsible for messing up the sheets in the master bedroom, all right?”

There were shouts of agreement and I finally had a chance to look Markale in the eyes. He grinned at me and mock-whispered, ”So, how did you like your little ride? Me and the boys are gonna have to get some more riding done before you go back home to mommy!” This was greeted with loud laughter and I struggled in the bear hug that had my arms pinned to my side. I know my face held a look to kill but Markale didn’t seem to care a bit about that. Now, I saw the look of a predator with prey at hand. The excitement of his raw and unpredictable nature, which had attracted me to him when all my girlfriends said he was trash, was now seen in its full glory. That’s when I realized just how much trouble I was in.

Dragged kicking and screaming through the kitchen and living room, I could still see that the model was completely furnished and stocked as if someone were already living there. Markale paused in another room to fiddle with something and suddenly loud rap music filled the house. I had always been a fan of some of the raunchiest lyrics of that type and I was now going to get to hear it all while being molested by a gang of my boyfriend’s! Now the tears did begin to flow and I couldn’t help sobbing aloud. Markale came over to where I was being held and kissed me so tenderly it felt like a slap. For him to such a gesture of love while encouraging and participating in my gang rape was the cruelest thing I have ever witnessed. Then I thought about how excited I had gotten when I saw these same boys ramming their cocks into my mom. That brought fresh tears to me eyes but they were ignored and the eager boys once again started dragging me towards the master bedroom while the 2 Live Crew’s song, “Pop Da Pussy”, blared from another room.

The master bedroom was also completely furnished but it was a mess: the floor was strewn with empty beer cans, some of which had been spilled on the shag carpet; there were ashtrays with roach clips still holding the leftover joints they’d been used to smoke; and the bed was a wreck, with most of the linens pulled back roughly and hanging on the floor. What I noticed which made my heart sink was the huge stain in the middle of the bed. One of the boys saw me looking at it and said, “Yeah, baby! You’ll be adding some juice to that spot, won’t you?” The laughter almost drowns out the repetitive bass thumping throughout the house. I looked again at Markale and my eyes begged him to put an end to this. He slowly shook his head as if he’d read my mind and said:

“Get her on the bed and open her up. I want to get her first.”

And with that, my skirt was ripped open and off and I was pinned nude, spread-eagle on the king sized bed, my crotch just above the disgusting stain. Markale didn’t even bother to strip. He opened his pants and pulled them down far enough for his massive erection to be freed and climbed on top of me. The music was so loud I couldn’t even hear if I was screaming; my mouth was open and I thought I was but I know I yelled when he pressed the head of his cock against my wet pussy’s lips. And, while his friends held me there, he rammed his cock into me, slamming his entire weight behind it and hitting the tender back of my vagina. It hurt like hell and felt nothing like the fucking we’d happily enjoyed before. I mean I was always warned that black guys had bigger cocks but I had known that to be a rumor. Now I was very clearly getting the impression I had been wrong. Markale was bigger and thicker than anything I had felt before, including the toys I had played with while sleeping o over at girlfriend’s houses. I was screaming my head off and struggling as hard as I could to get him off me, out of me. But I was no match for the boys holding me down and my struggles just seemed to make them all more excited. There were constant shouts of encouragement and laughter, comments about how my body looked while I was being fucked, occasional fingers probing under my butt and over my breasts when Markale lifted up to allow it. On and on he rammed his cock into me, rocking from side to side as if trying to ream me out and make me wider or simply feel my pussy stretched in every possible direction. Worse, since he had cum when we fucked watching the gang rape of my mother, he was hard as iron and had no immediate urge to cum again. He just pounded me on and on.

It didn’t take long for me to completely tire of the fruitless struggle and I stopped doing anything except trying to steel myself from the continual assault on my body. Sweat was soon pouring off Markale as his body repeatedly tensed and released, rhythmically slapping his belly against mine, his loins meshing with my soft pubic flesh. With my head almost continually bounced forward and back, I couldn’t see the other boys well but I could feel them grabbing at any exposed portion of my body, pinching, poking, prodding me as Markale kept up his pace.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, I felt that familiar stiffening of Markale’s body and with a few final ferocious thrusts, he pounded his cumming cock all the way to the hilt inside my vagina, pressing it there while it shot it’s thick stream all throughout my tender inner tissue. I felt his cock pulse as he closed his eyes in sheer pleasure, just like the way he used to do it when we spent time fucking, each time we saw one another. I felt Markale’s hands tighten on my ass while he ground down into me for the deepest pleasure of the rape.

Letting the last of his cum dribble into my pussy, Markale opened his eyes and grinned down at me.

“Baby, that was the best fuck of my life! Your pussy was even better when it’s primed by a quick fuck first!” The guys all laughed and he yanked his limp prink from me, slopping cum against my thighs.

“Damn! Look at that hole! Da bitch been fucked, fo sho!” one of the thugs exclaimed. “Now, who gets the next ride?”

Markale looked down at that boy’s stiffly upturned cock and gestured towards me, “Looks like you’re ready, huh?” he laughed. “Climb on, strap yourself in and get ready for the screw of your life!”

“Nooooo!” I screamed at him. “You don’t need to let them do this to me! I thought you loved me and look at what you’re allowing them to do!” I tried to plead with him but the punk he picked was already over me and I felt his cock slipping through the cum on my pussy’s lips and running all the way into me. He wasn’t as big as Markale was but he also was hard as rock. Also his body was shorter but stockier so, as he positioned himself on my prone body, his leering face was very close to mine and I turned my head away from it, closing my crying eyes. In seconds, he was fucking me with long violent strokes, each one sounding like a wet slap. I immediately felt cum splattering all over my crotch while the boy fucked me eagerly.

“Sounds like ‘pound cake’ to me, niggas,” he said inducing another round of laughter. “There’s no need for the KY with this bitch!” My crying redoubled as I submitted to the second assault. I could feel each and every inch of the cock raping me: the bloated veins and cap of his penis were easily identified as they rubbed against my lips and the interior of my cream-filled pussy. More and more of Markale’s cum was forced out and down the crack of my ass, making a fresh puddle where the older stains lay. While he rutted my body like an animal in heat, I thought of the spot on the bed again. How many girls had been brought here? How many times had they been raped before the gang had finally had enough? Were they just dropped off at home afterwards? How many sneaked to the ‘free clinic’ to get the morning after pills or hoped night after night for another onset of their periods? This last thought actually scared me more than any other and I clinched up in sudden terror. The boy raping me felt it and lost control, forcing brand new waves of cum into me. He slammed a few more thrusts on my body and slid is spent prink out while he climbed from between my legs.

I opened my eyes, my heart hammering rapidly with the thought of getting pregnant from one of these punks (One? Which one? Would I even care?) Suddenly I looked around and didn’t see Markale. For some reason this escaladed my panic and I started screaming and struggling again. This did nothing but get the punks excited once more and two guys opened my legs wider for a big guy to climb between them.

“Where’s Markale?” I screamed at them.

“What’s the matter, bitch? You need to see him watching you getting fucked?” one replied.
“WHERE THE FUCK IS HE, YOU ASSHOLE?” I was yelling at him like my life depended upon it and I suddenly knew why: I was foolishly thinking that Markale would somehow keep these fools in check. What a dumb thing to think! But I was in full panic mode now and that was the most important thing on my mind. For some reason, the boy on top of me paused and they quieted until one of them told me:

“Your boyfriend went to get some more pussy. In fact, while you were cumming so hard you didn’t notice he left, he made some calls and there’s going to be a bigger party here than we planned. You may need a bit of that KY anyway after tonight!”

They all started laughing again while the next boy on me repositioned himself and rammed his cock into my abused pussy. This one was as thick relatively as the boy was fat. It was like stuffing me with a baseball bat! I looked up at him in terror and he said, “OK, Baby! Here’s what you’ve been waiting for!” And, with that, he began the now-familiar grab and push of a man raping a woman. But this time, the cum wasn’t enough to lubricate me. This guy was huge and it pulled my pussy almost inside out when he pulled back the first time. All the guys noticed that I was in new and major distress and suddenly the room got a lot quieter while they watched and listened to the sounds of me being raped again. I was able to get short glances at the others and they were more intent than ever. All of their cocks, including the one that had already raped me, were ridged and jutting almost straight up. And straight up went the one fucking me – straight up and back out again, over and over, pulling my pussy apart while forcing all the cum previously pumped into me out and down my backsides. I was barely able to breathe as this fat slob reamed my body, rutting like a goat and glaring at me. He knew just how much pain he was causing and he wanted to give me every bit he could. I was gasping for air when his body stiffened and his huge cock lurched deep within me, cumming hard enough for me to feel it like something alive poked into me. He ground the last of his cum into me and pulled out slowly, looking down at his dick, which was streaked with white.

Someone turned down the stereo and I heard noise from the other rooms in the house. The thought of what they’d said about more people coming to rape me didn’t have long to gnaw at me: the talking rapidly got louder as they approached the bedroom and, when they finally got to the door, the whoops and hollers from both the hallways and the room forced me to look towards the door. I saw Markale first. He was grinning like a fool and pulling someone behind him. And OMG! There was mom! She was dressed in a house robe but clearly had nothing on beneath it. She was more put together than when I’d seen her last but it was clear that she hadn’t been allowed to do much: there was no cum on her face but there was no make-up either. She was more pale than usual but that changed dramatically when she spotted me held down nude on the filthy bed. At first I thought it was embarrassment or shock. I realized it was fury even before she spoke:

“You wort hless little tramp”, she said with quiet venom. “You had me gang raped just to punish me for making you act like a responsible teenager?”

“No…” I started but Markale’s laugh silenced me even as the lie was passing my lips. I hadn’t noticed the camera was now hooked to the bedroom’s VCR and television until he moved behind two of his gang and turned it on. The scene was mom lying on her bed in shock right after the rapes. The picture was jumpy as the camera was moved and then you could see the bedroom window where Markale was standing behind me with a look of slutty satisfaction on his face, mirroring the same look on mine as we both gazed at mom through the window. I hadn’t noticed the camera was still running as they moved it.

“Baby, I told your momma all about your little plan as soon as I came back to see her. By then, she’d had some suspicions but this little scene on the tape sure clears all doubt, doesn’t it?” Markale said with a smirk.

“You bastard!” was all I could say as the room erupted in laughter once again. Things only got quiet when mom spoke again:

“Well, look at you, whore! It looks like you got a bit of your own medicine! The only problem is that I didn’t get to see it happen like you did. I don’t know if I can get off watching my daughter get the shit fucked out of her but I’m willing to try!”

“No! Mom, please! I’m sorry…” I started but she raised a hand and it silenced me like a slap.

“Markale? I don’t want to have to stand up outside the house and look through a window like my slut daughter did with you. How about bringing me a chair?”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing! How could she be so cruel – as cruel as I had been to her? When Markale smiled at her and nodded, I started screaming. I couldn’t help it.

“Someone cover my bitch daughter’s mouth and let’s see her getting her slutty twat fucked up!”

That was all that the boys needed to start once again. A hand was pressed against my lips and I was grabbed from everywhere at once. My nipples were pulled harshly; a finger went all the way up my ass, tearing me like a knife; more fingers went into my pussy and began fist-fucking me; and I saw my mom smile as she sat down at the foot of the bed, her vantage point perfect for seeing me raped.

The boys holding my legs lifted them at the knees and brought them almost to a sitting position before spreading them widely. Then I heard Markale say ‘wait’. He motioned for the rapists to pull me through the pool of cum and bring my pussy right up to the foot of the bed. My splayed crotch was less than two feet from my mom’s furious eyes and she took a long look before spitting on my pussy:

“Fuck her harder than you raped me.”

“You heard her, boys! Let’s get busy!” And, with that, one of the punks walked up to me crotch and slammed his cock all the way into me while standing right in front of my mom. My muffled screams resounded through the room despite the hand over my mouth and the punk used his stocky legs to slam into me with all the power of an ox. It soon knocked most of the wind out of me and smashed my pussy lips into my hipbones with such force the boys holding me had to struggle to keep me positioned. I couldn’t keep my eyes opened it hurt so much and I was crying hysterically, also making it hard to breathe. Things started to get dim and someone uncovered my mouth long enough for me to gasp a bit of air just before my head was yanked harshly to the side and a cock was pressed between my lips. I almost gagged it went in so deeply but I couldn’t tell which rape caused me the most pain or my rapists the most pleasure. Together they rode my helpless body until they began to feel their orgasms coming. And with that, they redoubled their thrusts, pinning me between them and cumming furiously into both my mouth and pussy. I heard my mom laughing and clapping while they drained themselves in me.

“Nice work, boys. Who wants to be next?” Hearing my own mom say these things was chilling beyond belief! I was still gasping for air when the next guy (a new one to the “party” who had obviously gotten there late) opened his pants and whipped out a cock that brought gasps from the room. I was horrified! Never in my wildest nightmares had I ever thought such a thing existed. Worse, the guys in the room all seemed to agree, swearing out of sheer admiration. Mom actually stood up and moved to the side of the bed to get a better look at it raping me. The boy proudly stroked it with both hands for a moment, savoring the look of fear on my face, and pushed the huge thick head down to my cum-streaked pussy-lips. I regained enough presence of mind to tighten up completely just before he lunged forward. Not a good move on my part! That massive tool ripped into me as if I’d been aroused, opening me wider than the probing fingers had, wider than any cock that had raped me so far, wider than I could stand. I screamed over and over again while the boy took long deep strokes into my pussy. The punks holding me were all silent now and the look of awe on my mom’s face was sickening. I don’t think even she believed something so monstrous could actually be forced into anyone’s pussy. She began to pant and murmur (just like I did while watching her rape) and then I saw the unspeakable: Markale moved behind my mom and wrapped his arms around her. He had dropped his pants and was nude as he fondled her breasts through her robe, then opened it, exposing her pendulous tits. My boyfriend was molesting my mom while watching me be brutally raped with his friends!

Mom finally noticed she was being played with and gasped, trying to pull Markale’s hands away from her body. But the boys next to her were used to getting unspoken commands from their leader and they quickly pulled mom’s arms away from her body, allowing Markale to completely open her robe, exposing her dark, still cum-smeared pubic hair. She began to struggle more earnestly and I was almost feeling more sorry for her than furious at my “boyfriend”. Then the boy raping me leaned into his thrusts and I was hammered impossibly deeply, bringing fresh tears and screams from me. I was staring at him as he tore me apart: the boys holding my legs open for him were both fixated on the point-of-entry which was causing me such agony. The rest of the guys in the room were talking quietly, stroking their cocks, or watching what was happening to mom.

When I dared to look back at her, she wasn’t there! Suddenly I felt the bed shift under me and was shocked to see that my nude mom was being positioning by my head! She was still enraptured with the violent sight of her daughter getting raped with such force and she seemed to be almost sleep-walking through whatever Markale was planning for her to do.

In seconds, I knew.

With my mom’s legs spread on either side of my head, my upward view was right into her messy pussy! I barely had time to grab a breath before she brought her wet crotch down on my face! I could hear the guys in the room all getting into what they were now seeing but I could