My Rapist
This story is © 2003 by Andrew Wiggin and is not to be
reprinted without the expressed written consent of the
author. It contains sexual situations that are to be read
by readers above the legal age of consent.
Chapter 2
I’ve occasionally read pornography. I’m a healthy red-
blooded American woman and I have internet access. Sometimes
I’ll wander on to the occasional porn site and read the
stories. (I much prefer the stories to the pictures.) I
have a fantasy life, and sometimes I use the stories to fuel
that life.
One of the common threads in pornographic writing seems
to be the never-ending lust of the female protagonists.
‘The ten guys that have been giving me this gangbang are
pretty tired. I’ll just give them each a blow job and a
quickie and we’ll call it quits.’ These women are
insatiable.
Well I’m not insatiable. I’m thirty-seven years old
and in my sexual prime, but there’s a limit. My husband
Dan’s sexual prime was quite a while ago, so in my normal
life I would admit that I don’t get laid enough. We have a
once a week session that leaves me wanting more. But since
I’ve been on this vacation, my sexual life has gone too far
in the other direction.
In the past, people have always thought of me as being
serene. I look serene. I’m calm, collected, cool,
confident. Nothing seems to bother me. I’m at peace with
the world. That’s the way I believe I’ve appeared to my
family, friends, and business associates.
I’ve always had a workout regimen. I usually run
between two and five miles a day just to relax. Then I go
through a moderately rigorous workout with weights. Once a
week I run for mileage, usually at least twenty miles. I
may be 37 years old, but I’m not dead.
I was a distance runner in high school. My son, Jason,
was born after my freshman year in college (yes, I got
knocked up), so I never had time to run for the University
track or cross country teams. But I could have been a
college athlete, my times were good enough.
And I never really got out of shape. Here I am, close
to twenty years later and I still can knock off a
respectable time in the mile, and then run two more miles
back to back in the same time. I’ve got speed, I’ve got
stamina. And I weigh the same as I did when I graduated
from high school.
Running relieves stress as it burns fat. Three times a
week I practice yoga as well. Serene; that’s what I am.
People at work think nothing bothers me. My husband and son
think I am the calmest person they know.
But now I’ve been raped three days in a row. Do I
still appear so serene? Can’t my son see the tension I’m
experiencing every time he prepares to leave the house? I’m
a nervous wreck. Serenity appears to have gone out the
window.
Not only that, I’m satiable. There must be a word like
that. I’ve heard insatiable often enough. Some women are
insatiable. It only stands to reason that other women are
just plain satiable.
I’ve had multiple sessions of animal sex for three days
in a row. I’ve had too many orgasms for a woman my age.
Satiable: my hormones are depleted; my juices are dry; my
erectile tissue won’t erect. I’m all fucked out. I think I
could sleep for a week. I need a vacation from this
vacation.
For several days I’ve been torn between being terrified
that Tommy would rape me again, and being equally frightened
that he wouldn’t.
Today was the worst. After my usual morning jog,
followed by a swimming-sunbathing session, I returned to the
house to relax and await my next encounter with Tommy. I
went to my room to lie down naked on my bed.
I guess I must have drifted off, because I awoke
feeling somehow restricted. There was a covering over my
eyes, a mask or maybe just a handkerchief, so I couldn’t
see. My arms were bound by something and held over my head.
My ankles had bindings on them as well. I lay on the bed,
totally naked and exposed, my legs wide open for anyone to
see or use.
While I was sleeping my dreams had been sexual in
nature. Why shouldn’t they be? Sex had been the dominant
aspect of my life for three days in a row now. I had awoken
with my sex damp and my breath short. I was already aroused
before I realized my situation. I was helpless, alone, and
vulnerable. I knew Tommy must be here.
I forced myself to calm down and wait. I could wait
him out. He had to be at least as horny as I was. I felt a
sudden movement on the bed. Someone had climbed onto the
bed with me and I knew that person was between my legs. I
said nothing, I made no movement. I waited.
I felt a mouth. It kissed the arch on my left foot. A
tongue licked between my toes. I felt one of my toes sucked
into the mouth. This was odd. But it wasn’t making me any
less aroused. On the contrary, there was something so very
erotic about having your feet assaulted by a totally unknown
mouth. (I knew it was Tommy, but I could dream, couldn’t
I?)
The mouth left my foot. I felt a tongue on my ankle,
moving slowly up to my knee. I felt hot breath on the back
of my knee. Both knees turned to jelly. The tongue
continued upward, making a wet line up my thigh and toward
my center.
My breathing was becoming more erratic. I felt the
breath on my pussy. My pussy had been damp. Now it was
wet. I felt a single drop of fluid slide from my pussy and
roll down my thigh. The tongue must have seen it too,
because it licked up the fluid, then dove into my pussy. I
gasped with ecstasy as the tongue pushed deeply into my sex.
I was unused to being pleasured orally. My husband,
Dan, doesn’t seem to be interested in that kind of sex, and
before this week he was my only sexual partner. I must
admit that cunnilingus was a prime mover in my sexual
fantasy life and suddenly here I was naked and exposed,
helpless to stop the assault of an unknown tongue deep into
my innermost being.
I was crazed. My back arched on the bed, trying to
force the tongue deeper into my body. I wanted to grab the
head and pull it to me, but my hands were tied. Suddenly
the tongue was gone. I groaned in frustration.
Annoyed I said, “Damn it, Tommy! Don’t tease me
anymore. If you have to fuck me, just fuck me and get it
over with.”
Then I heard his voice for the first time and I
panicked. I felt myself shiver in fear and sexual arousal.
He wasn’t on the bed! His voice came from the other side of
the room!
“I promise not to tease you, Mrs. Holden. But I’m not
in charge today.”
My God! There was a strange tongue on my bed, and it
just been deeply inside my pussy! For the first time I
struggled with my bindings, trying to free myself. But then
the mouth clamped down on my breast. I felt the tongue,
gently, sensuously, slide across the nipple, bringing it
straining to its full erection. I tried to pull away even as
my body felt a mini-orgasm rush from my breast to my pussy.
The mouth suckled on my nipple like a newborn, gently
licking my breast, trying to feed off of my milk. My hips
started to rotate of their own volition. I couldn’t help
it; I needed something between my legs.
When the mouth left my nipple again my frustration
showed. I lifted my breasts as far off of the bed as I
could, trying to find the mouth again. Suddenly it clamped
onto my other nipple and I screamed.
I had my second mini-orgasm, and it was much stronger
than the first and my pussy hadn’t been touched.
Usually after a climax I must rest and rejuvenate. The
mouth didn’t give me a chance. As it suckled, I felt a
finger lightly glide across my pussy lips. My back arched
so quickly that the finger slid an inch into my pussy before
it had a chance to react. It moved to my clitoris, softly
circling the engorged little nub without actually touching
it. I screamed again, my third orgasm of the morning even
stronger than the second.
This was ridiculous. I had never had three orgasms
during a single love making session in my entire life. Here
I was with three already, and the person on my bed had done
it with just a little teasing. The sex hadn’t really begun
yet.
Was I becoming a slut? I told myself with what little
conscious reasoning I had left to go ahead and be a slut for
today. I’ve fantasized about being a slut. I like to think
of deliciously naughty things when I’m rubbing myself off.
For just today, I could go ahead and be a slut and my
conscience would be clear, I hoped. Besides, I wasn’t in
control anyway. Slut or no slut, I was going to take
whatever the mouth wanted to give me whether I liked it or
not. I decided I might as well like it.
There was movement on the bed. I sensed weight over
me, but not touching me. I knew the mouth was just above my
face. I felt a tongue running across my lips.
I opened my mouth slightly and the tongue accepted my
invitation, forcing its way softly inside my mouth. Other
lips were barely touching mine and I was consumed by a kiss
softer than any I’d ever imagined.
The tongue was gently insistent as it insinuated itself
deeper into my mouth, sparring with my tongue, making love
to my mouth as if it were my pussy. My fourth orgasm hit me
like a lightning bolt. I found myself begging for it, just
like Tommy seems to like. But I meant it.
“Please. Stick it in me. Please fuck me. I can’t
stand this any more. Please take me now. Please!”
I felt it against my other lips. It was the head of a
cock. At last! Oh God how I needed it. It felt large.
Omigod! It felt huge. My soaking pussy lips parted easily
and the head slipped into my cunt and held steady. I tried
to force it deeper but as I moved toward it, it moved away.
I just couldn’t take it any more.
“Stop teasing me! Please stick it all the way in. I
need it now. Please!!” I was a pathetic slut begging to be
fucked.
I felt the magically soft mouth again kiss me, the
insistent tongue again enter my mouth. And then the cock
slid deeply into my cunt. I screamed again as another
orgasm overcame me.
I was rocking on this huge thing now in my pussy as I
tried to concentrate on the exquisite feelings generated by
the magic mouth. I felt light on my eyes and realized that
the mask covering them had been removed.
My eyes were closed as the orgasm swept through me. I
slowly opened them to look into the eyes of my assailant.
The mouth was still caressing mine in the most loving and
sensual kiss I had ever known. Suddenly I came to my senses
and my eyes opened wide. My God, it was a woman!
She lifted her mouth from mine and smiled down on me.
The shock on my face must have been obvious. I glanced down
to see that she was riding me with a huge strap-on dildo.
It was too much. The sudden erotic shock sent me over into
the most powerful orgasm of my life. I strained against my
restraints. I screamed! I saw nothing but brightness and
electricity. Then I guess I passed out.
When I woke up, I was still tied to the bed, but I was
alone. I felt the cold clammy sheets beneath my bottom and
realized I was lying in my own sex juices. I tried
repositioning myself, but the restraints didn’t allow me to
move far enough to move my bum from the wet spot. It was a
constant reminder of what I had sunk to. I had become some
teenager’s semi-willing sex object, and I didn’t even know
how.
I wasn’t sorry it happened, and I didn’t feel guilty
about having cheated on Daniel, at least not yet. I guess I
was caught up in the energy of it all. I hadn’t made any
effort to be unfaithful. That was the fun part.
When I think of what it takes to have an extramarital
affair, it just makes me tired. I have enough tension in my
life (and remember, I’m the calmest person I know). I don’t
want to be worrying about the web of lies I would have to
weave to keep my husband from finding out about something
that if he did find out, would wreck my marriage.
It comes down to this: I would only willingly have an
affair with another man if I had decided that I no longer
cared about my marriage. Since I love my husband and plan
to spend a lifetime with him, I have no intention of being
unfaithful to him.
It would be exciting, sometimes, to be admired by a man
other than my husband. It would stroke my ego, I suppose,
to know that I still could raise a man’s passion. But
that’s small payback for ruining my life.
Still, as affairs go, this one was kind of out of my
control. I didn’t knowingly court it. I was swept off my
feet. All right, I’ll admit that it might be hard to buy
the ‘I was caught in the passion of the moment’ argument
three days in a row.
There’s an old Mafia saying: ‘One time is
happenstance, twice is coincidence, and three times is enemy
action’. It’s possible that the ‘I was raped’ story might
not hold water over an extended period of time.
Nevertheless, I had had my little fling. So far no one
has been hurt. Now I have to calm Tommy down and make sure
he keeps quiet. He is, after all, my son’s roommate.
Teenage boys talk. They drink, they brag, they gossip.
I was a teenage girl once, and had to deal upon
occasion with the careless words spread by some bragging
little loudmouth. But this was too much. I suddenly
realized that Tommy had me by the short hairs.
This was no good. What kind of a vacation is it when
you’ve violated the trust of the one person you care most
about in the whole wide world, then have to worry about the
adultery (let’s call a spade a spade) being talked about by
some stuck up little rich kid who thinks women like to be
raped?
I just didn’t need this aggravation. Darn it, I only
wanted to come to the beach, read a few books, catch some
rays, and relax. This had been anything but relaxing.
And now I felt the pangs of paranoia gripping me. I
could only hope that beneath that arrogant rapist exterior
there beats a sympathetic heart willing to forget the whole
thing. I wasn’t holding my breath.
I just wanted to get off of the wet spot on the bed and
take a hot shower. Whoever that girl was who had fucked me
earlier in the day had left the restraints on me, so I was
stuck until Tommy returned.
Thank God Jason was still in Duck with that new
girlfriend. I really didn’t need him walking in on his
mother tied naked and spread-eagled to a bed that reeks of
sex.
I honestly would have been mortified if it happened.
But as I thought about it, I started to get wet again. I
knew I had a great new fantasy to incorporate into my
masturbatory endeavors once I got back home.
Wait a minute! I’m not into incest. But if a fantasy
just falls in your lap, you would be crazy not to use it.
How would a teenage boy react walking into the bedroom of a
woman nude, tied, spread, open? How would he react to
seeing a well-fucked and available cunt? What if that cunt
happened to be attached to his mother? Wow, this was
getting good, and my hands were tied.
I couldn’t reach my pussy! I started to squirm a
little, trying to bring a little pressure to bear on those
parts of my bottom that react favorably to pressure. My
eyes closed, imagining. Perhaps I wasn’t as sated as I had
originally thought.
I was contemplating the mess I had made of things when
I heard someone walking through my living room.
“Thank God, Tommy is back!” I thought. Where a few
minutes ago I had wanted to take a shower and go to sleep,
now my only thought was “A dick! He has a dick!” I needed
a dick.
“Tommy come here, I need you” I called to the person in
my living room.
Now the odd thing is that under normal circumstances
Tommy treats me exactly as if I was his roommate’s mother,
respectful, friendly but uninterested. Only in the bedroom
does he become this domineering taker who wants to abuse me
and bend me to his will. I think he may have used the word
“slut” in reference to me more than once in the last couple
of days. But I had hoped it was only to my face.
“Come in here Tommy” I yelled again. I heard footsteps
approach my bedroom.
And then a man I had never seen before walked in to my
bedroom. My first reaction was fright.
This was a tall young black man who so confidently
walked in to my bedroom and said “Pardon me, ma’am, but I’m
looking for a slut. Do you know where I can find one?”
“Who the hell are you?” I screamed at the tall young
man. He was little more than a boy. He couldn’t have been
more than 20.
“Now, ma’am, don’t you go swearin’ and yellin’ and shit
around me. I might think you’re not a lady. If you’re not
a lady, then maybe you’re that slut I was looking for.”
There was something about him that wasn’t right. He
said the right words, the kind of words that Tommy would
convince him to use, knowing that it adds to my fantasy to
be humiliated a little bit. But something was wrong.
He leered at me and began unbuttoning his shirt. As he
undressed I saw a smooth-skinned young black man with
sinuous muscles, slim hands, and slender legs emerge. His
chest was hairless. I could barely see any hair on his body
at all.
Suddenly he was clad only in his shorts, which were
some electric orange colored briefs. He faced me with a
small smile and slid his briefs to the floor. An engorged
and uncircumcised cock sprang up. It wasn’t as large as
Tommy’s, perhaps the size of my husband’s: respectable was
what it was. Frankly, that’s what I was mostly interested
in, in my current condition: a respectable dick.
I am here to protest that I am not turning into some
kind of slut as depicted in stories I have read in
cyberspace. I am not some cock-hungry cum-sucking horny
bitch. I’ve seen the stories and know the terms. It was
merely that after three consecutive days of sexual arousal,
I had learned that this vacation was for relaxing standards
if only for a little while.
It might seem strange to reveal that I had never
fantasized about having sex with a black man. I know that
some websites have whole sections devoted to interracial
sexual liaisons.
I’ve suppose that it has to do with fear and the
forbidden fruit aspects of it. But I was raised in a
racially diverse neighborhood, even dated a black kid in
high school a couple of times (he didn’t make it past second
base!)
I just have never fantasized about being ravaged by
some faceless black stud trying to establish dominance over
the fair skinned rich bitch. All my fantasies were more
personal in nature.
My ravagers always had a face I was familiar with and
sometimes thought about in a sexual way. None were black
though one was this really sexy Asian-American guy who works
for me. So I guess one could say that I have had
interracial fantasies, but only because this guy happened to
be of Asian descent. I was thinking of him because he was
sexy, period.
So now I had this very lovely young boy with a very
attractive dick walking in my direction. I was at the point
that if he decided to rape me, I wasn’t going to struggle
much. I decided to play along with the fantasy and act
scared. Maybe I’m crazy, but I just wasn’t scared of this
kid.
“What are you going to do to me?” I asked with a waiver
in my voice. I sure as hell knew what I hoped he was going
to do to me.
He said “Honey, as soon as I get this rubber on, I’m
going to make your dreams come true. You know that once you
go black…”
“At least you have the common decency to wear some
protection” I said to him.
“Baby, they may get me for rape, but they sure as hell
won’t get me for child support.” Then he laughed; an
infectious little laugh that almost made me giggle myself.
I could tell he was having fun. I didn’t want to spoil
it but I decided perhaps I should have my own fun for a
change. After all, it was my vacation.
I suddenly changed my demeanor. I stopped being the
scared little housewife about to be raped by the big black
stud. I knew what this kid needed was a domineering mommy
and I was just the person to give it to him.
“Okay little man. I’ve had enough of this. Here are
the rules: First you are going to untie me. I’m tired of
these restraints. Then you’ll come over here and lay down.
I’ll decide what comes next when I’m ready.”
He had a confused look on his face. “Say what? You
don’t understand, bitch, I’m in charge here.”
I screamed at him. “Get these restraints off
right now, or when I’m free I’m going to track you down and
cut your pansy-assed cocksucking balls off!”
I could see him deflate. At least his ego deflated.
Fortunately if anything his dick got harder. There was a
look of guilt in his eyes and he looked down, unable to look
in my eyes.
“How did you know?” he asked.
“How did I know what?” I knew what he meant but wanted
to hear him say it.
“How did you know that I was gay?”
“What’s your name? Mine is Mrs. Holden.”
“I’m Jared Johnson, Ma’am”, he said formally. Under
the circumstances I was amused by the formality. After all
I was spread naked in front of him and he was in the process
of working a condom over his enraged dick.
“Jared, honey, I suspected it as soon as you opened
your mouth. Don’t tell me that Tommy doesn’t know!”
“No, Mrs. Holden. Tommy thinks I’m doing this because
I’ve always wanted to make it with an older white woman. No
offense, ma’am.”
“Well, Jared, I certainly qualify as an older white
woman, so no offense is taken. My question is why? Why in
the world would you agree to this little fantasy thing Tommy
has going?”
He didn’t say anything, merely looking uncomfortable.
I had to grin. It was all too clear now.
“You have the hots for Tommy, don’t you? You took one
look at that fabulous little ass of his and couldn’t resist.
That’s it, isn’t it?”
He hemmed and hawed a bit, but it was obvious I had hit
the nail on the head.
“I know I’m a fool, ma’am. I go to mostly gay bars.
But I met Tommy a while back at a straight bar and just
can’t get him out of my mind. I saw him again yesterday and
was having a nice conversation with him. I thought we were
getting very friendly, if you know what I mean. He is so
sexy. We were sitting next to each other at the bar, and it
was all I could do to keep from putting my hand on his
knee.”
“Has Tommy ever acted like he wanted to get it on with
you?” Jared had finally gotten the rubber on and was now
untying my restraints. I was fascinated by this little
political drama and had almost forgotten why he was here.
“No ma’am! He doesn’t know I’m gay, so how could I
broach the subject? He brought up this thing he had going
with you and thought I might want to be a part of it.”
“Did he mention me by name?” I asked. Now I was
worried that he was spreading stories about me.
“No, ma’am. He just said he knew some horny white
woman that might want to play games. No offense, ma’am, but
I wasn’t really interested in you. Mostly I was interested
in being close to Tommy.”
“That’s okay, Jared. I don’t mind that you really
aren’t interested in having sex with me. On the other hand,
it would be a shame to waste a perfectly good rubber. Come
here!”
I stood up and reached for him. He raised his hand to
mine and strolled toward me. I turned and knelt on the bed
gazing back at him over my shoulder in as sexy a manner as I
could, considering I was a 37 year old woman trying to
arouse a 20 year old gay black man.
He had the courtesy of looking me over and saying
“Mrs. Holden, your ass is almost as nice as Tommy’s.”
I said, “Come here young man. Now lay on the bed with
that lovely dick of yours sticking up. Yes, just like
that.”
I moved legs over his stomach, with my head facing
away from him. I had a theory that he enjoyed looking at
asses. I thought I better give him a good view of mine. I
hefted myself above him, then reached under and for the
first time touched him. It was his dick I was touching.
I centered my pussy over his lovely manhood and started
rubbing it along my slit. I really didn’t need to prepare
myself. I had been wet down there for three days. Still I
was luxuriating in the feel of his uncircumcised dick
sliding against my pussy lips. I looked over my shoulder
again. Jared was looking a little uncomfortable with all
this.
I gave him a sexy grin and said to him “Look at my ass.
Isn’t it a lot like Tommy’s ass? Think of it as Tommy’s
ass.”
At that I impaled myself on his dick and started giving
him the ride of my life. God I needed a dick, any dick.
Even a gay dick would do. A gay dick was doing. I let out
a guttural groan.
“Yeah, Jared, give it to me. Fuck me good Jared. If
you’re a good boy and give me what I want, maybe I can give
you what you want.”
He was feeling me. I could tell this wasn’t quite the
unpleasant experience that he was expecting. I could see
him grimace a bit each time I bottomed out on his pubic
region. I would raise, impale, grind. Raise, impale,
grind. Raise, impale, grind. I had a rhythm going and
could feel myself succumbing to that marvelous feeling of
being full of dick. I really like being full of dick.
Jared began to grunt each time I ground my pussy
against his phallus. But he still had the presence of mind
to respond to my last statement.
“What do you mean, you can give me what I want?” he
asked with puzzled but painful expression on his face.
“You want Tommy. Maybe I can give you Tommy. I think
we can both get some benefits by teaching Tommy a little bit
about life.”
Jared began humping in earnest now. I have a very nice
ass. I’ve been told by plenty of men over the years that my
ass is first rate. But it is a womanly ass. No one would
mistake it for Tommy’s, for example. But Jared was
concentrating on my ass as he thrust that lovely dick harder
and harder into my welcoming womanly glove. I started to
squeeze him internally as I felt my self letting go. Somehow
amidst it all I had a flash of an idea. Again I turned my
head and looked into Jared’s eyes.
“Jared, are you a virgin?”
“I’ve never had a woman before, if that’s what you are
asking, ma’am.”
All right! I was taking the virginity of a twenty year
old gay black man. God the fuel that will add to my fantasy
life!! I increased the speed of my movements. It almost
became a rape, but it was me doing the raping.
My pussy began to spasm. I arched my back, forcing our
pubic bones together, grinding, grinding together. My eyes
were closed. A high pitched screech permeated the room.
Damn! I don’t make a sound like that. It was Jared. I had
done it!
I had brought off a gay man with just the force of my
pussy. It was all I could take. I screamed myself,
shuddering in a climax of mammoth proportions. Then I
collapsed forward, my face falling onto his knees, hugging
his legs, trying to catch my breath. Again I turned my head
to look at Jared. This time he was looking at me with a
slight smile on his lips.
“Shit, Mrs. Holden. Tommy was right when he said you
were amazing in bed.”
I climbed off of the bed. His rubber-clad dick was on
display, obviously bathed in his own semen. Yes, it was
proof positive. I had made a gay man cum. It’s a very odd
and yet satisfying accomplishment for a woman of my age. I
was just inordinately proud of myself.
“Well, Jared, I want you to know that I wasn’t kidding
about helping you get Tommy. Our Tommy boy has gotten a
little out of hand with all this, and it’s time he was
taught a lesson. No offense, Jared, but he shouldn’t be
bringing home strange men to have sex with me. He shouldn’t
be talking about this at bars. He is acting out his
fantasies without regard to my safety. I know you’re a nice
boy and wouldn’t want to hurt me. But I think Tommy has the
wrong idea about how to please a woman. My fault, I know.
I have my fantasies and they dovetailed nicely with his
tendency towards disrespect for women. Tommy has to be
taught something about consequences.”
I had had wildly ambivalent emotions the past three
days, running from elation to guilt to fright to anger to
passion to humiliation. I was paranoid about the future,
worried for my marriage, for my husband, for my son. Was
any of this worth three days of very strange but wild sex?
Have I mentioned that I’m a very serene person? I
contemplate and cogitate over things. From my bastion of
serenity I can see my way down paths that would be closed to
me if I allowed the passion of the moment to cloud my
vision. And boy did I have a vision. It came to me in a
flash, between the passion and the shock.
I like gay men. In my job I deal with a lot of gay men
and lesbians. Actually I’m on the Gay and Lesbian Task
Force at work, kind of a management liaison. It makes lots
of people assume I am a lesbian, but actually I’m the
straight and narrowest of heterosexual women: never wanted
to be with a woman; didn’t include women in my sexual
fantasies (except once or twice as part of a threesome with
Danny…in my dreams). But today I had been fucked by a woman
and had an orgasm of epic proportions. Go figure.
Anyway, I like gay men. I like to party with them.
There is always one of them passing a joint. There is humor
in everything at a gay party. I spend the evening laughing
whenever I am with a group of gay men. They know how to
enjoy life. Strangely, I’m not as comfortable with
lesbians. Maybe it’s me. I would prefer to be with
straight men rather than lesbians in a non-sexual social
situation. But I’d rather be with gay men than straight men
in similar situations. Do other people think such things or
is it just me?
I liked Jared instantly. Of course, he had agreed to
act a part in a rape fantasy, so maybe I should have been a
little less welcoming. But he thought he was doing me a
favor, so how can I complain about that? He was doing me a
favor. Now I saw how I could do him one.
Tommy came home several hours later, dead drunk. He
stumbled through the kitchen, looked at me with a silly
grin, and stumbled on into his bedroom. He flopped onto his
bed and I saw that Tommy boy was going to be out for a
while. I went into his bedroom and started to work his
clothes off of him. He offered no resistance, but no
assistance either so it was a difficult task, especially to
get his underwear off of his drunken ass. Then I jostled him
and rousted him enough that he came slightly out of his
drunken stupor.
“Tommy! Tommy! Get up! You’re in the wrong bed. Come
on, Tommy. Help me now.” I was grabbing around his chest
and trying to force him to stand.
“Wha… What? Bed? What bed?” Tommy was mumbling but
at least he moved. I dragged him, carried him, led him to
my bedroom and to my own bed.
“Here, Tommy. Lie down and go to sleep.”
Tommy fell head first onto my bed, stark naked and
drunk as a skunk. Oh boy was he gonna have fun!
I picked up my cell phone and called Jared.
I heard him pick up. “Hello, Mrs. Holden” He obviously
has caller ID.
“Hello, Jared. Tommy is home. He should be down for
the count. Let’s give him several hours to sober up. We
want him to know what’s happening. Why don’t you come over
around eleven o’clock tonight? And Jared? Be ready to
party!”
I heard Jared laugh an excited little yelp of a laugh.
He was a delightful boy. Tommy is a delightful boy too, but
I’m afraid this rape fantasy may have warped his point of
view about women. He’s in danger of becoming a real
asshole. I keep telling myself that what I have planned is
for Tommy’s own good.
I’m a fan of “A Clockwork Orange”. Now I have a chance
to apply my very own aversion therapy. When I’m done with
Tommy, I’m hoping that he will hate the very concept of
rape. Besides, in every day life, Tommy has to learn that
paybacks are a bitch.
Tommy woke up slowly. There were bright lights around
him. He was in the center of my queen sized bed. He was
naked as a jaybird, arranged with his knees tucked under him
against his chest, face down on the bed. His hands and his
feet were bound by the very same restraints Tommy had
installed for my use. Tommy’s turn to learn to deal with
restraint.
He moaned. He slowly opened his eyes. He blinked once
or twice. Then he felt the wrist restraints. I was sitting
on the side of the bed in a light silk robe.
“What the fuck is this? Get me the fuck out of here!”
Tommy was agitated already and he didn’t know the half of
it.
“Oh, Tommy!” I said. “You’re awake. Good. We didn’t
want to start this without you.”
“Start what? What’s going on here? Mrs. Holden let me
up!”
“Tommy, sweetheart. Relax and enjoy. Maybe you’ll
find yourself liking this.”
With that I stood and dropped my robe to the floor. I
was gloriously naked. I scrambled onto the bed and started
rubbing my body all over Tommy’s. My tits were on his back
making sensuous circles. My hands reached around his waist
to capture his flaccid penis.
I gently began by massaging Tommy’s balls with one hand
while softly, delicately stroking his cock with the other.
Tommy was good at reading my fantasies, getting into my
little sex dreams. Could he relax and go with a fantasy
designed just for him?
I started kissing his neck, tonguing behind his ear,
nibbling his lobes, stroking, fondling his cock. I heard a
small moan. I felt a definite upsurge in his groin and that
ugly soft little snake started to grow into a rock solid
angry piece of man meat. I kept up my assault on this
defenseless boy. His hips started to move of their own
volition, fucking my hand. His eyes were closed, his
breathing quickened. I heard him groan “Oh, Christ!”
He was getting there. Maybe a little too fast. I
removed my hand from his balls and slowed the friction on
his dick a little bit. With my free hand I reached to the
side of the bed and retrieved the KY Jelly, placing a gob on
my middle finger. Then I gently started stroking that
sensitive little spot between the balls and the anus.
Daniel seems to love to be stroked there. So did Tommy.
He had been moving his hips back and forth, but now he
was also swiveling his hips a little as well. My finger
easily slid up from his balls, right across his ass-crack.
My jelly-coated middle finger came in contact with Tommy’s
little hole. Tommy’s hips jerked in surprise. But
interestingly while his hips flew in the air, instantly they
came right back to my finger. Was Tommy applying more
swiveling motion now? Was he trying to work the finger in?
Maybe. I was willing to let him have it.
I started applying pressure to Tommy’s asshole. The
jelly-lubricated digit gained an entrance and went to the
first knuckle. Tommy let out a small scream. Was he in
pain? Maybe. Did he like it? God, his cock got harder.
It got bigger. Tommy was rolling his ass around my finger.
I plunged it on in and began to fuck him with it. The
more I fucked him, the more I worked the finger around,
enlarging the width of his hole. I let a second finger slip
in with it. Tommy was in ecstasy. He was bucking against
my fingers, forcing his prick against my fisting hand. I
could tell he was ready for a life changing orgasm. Time to
introduce him to reality.
I removed my hand from Tommy’s cock, but kept working
my fingers in his ass. Without the stimulus on his dick,
Tommy dropped back from the very edge of his climax and
regained a little control. Still he rocked against my
fingers, groaning and panting, never opening his eyes.
That was good (the part about not opening his eyes).
If he had opened his eyes, he would have seen a very naked
and very aroused Jared Johnson eagerly moving across the
room, then knee crawling directly behind Tommy’s lovely
little ass. That cock looked a lot bigger than it did this
afternoon.
“Tommy”, I said. “Tommy! Listen to me.”
Tommy looked up with a puzzled and pained expression.
“What do you want? Why did you stop? Please! Grab my
cock. Finish me off, Mrs. Holden. Come on! I can’t wait
any longer! Please! Do it!”
Okay. I understand why Tommy liked to hear me beg. It
is a bit of a power trip. He was so desperate that my
motherly instincts almost took over. I found myself wanting
to relieve his pain by sucking him off until his balls
turned blue. I really wanted to give him a blow job.
Selfish of me, I know when we’re trying to help this kid out
of a potentially disastrous world view. I calmed down a
bit. Be serene.
“Tommy, you’ve been a bad boy. You’ve got some idea in
that head of yours that women like to be raped. That’s not
true, Tommy. Women don’t like to be raped. Some women
might have safe little non-violent loss of control
fantasies, but no woman wants to be raped. “
“I know, Mrs. Holden. I would never rape anyone.”
Tommy seemed so sincere with my finger up his ass.
“I hope not, Tommy. I hope not. But just to be sure,
we’re going to teach you what being raped feels like.”
I allowed by finger to slip from Tommy’s ass, then
nodded to Jared. He started rubbing his cockhead between
Tommy’s ass cheeks. Tommy still didn’t know Jared was
there. He was in such a state that he hadn’t felt the
movement on the bed. I suppose he thought my fingers had
returned to his ass, because he started rotating his ass
against Jared’s dick. Jared didn’t need any more
encouragement than that. With the tip of his cock pressed
firmly against Tommy’s asshole, Jared slipped forward and
immediately gained a foothold in Tommy’s ass.
Tommy’s eyes flew open as he was inundated with a
mixture of pleasure and pain. Jared pressed his advantage.
Grabbing Tommy around the waste, Jared worked his dick
deeper and deeper into Tommy’s ass. Tommy screamed. Then
he looked around and screamed again.
“What the fuck! Get the fuck off of me you fucking
fag! GET THE FUCK OFF OF ME!!”
I noticed Tommy’s dick hadn’t lost any of its hardness.
Rather it seemed to be even harder. Jared reached around
Tommy’s waist and started fondling Tommy’s dick, just as I
had done a few minutes earlier.
Jared was sliding out, then driving himself deeper with
every penetration. Tommy was screaming, but I saw that he
ass seemed to have a mind of its own. It was responding in
kind to Jared’s assault. Every time Jared rammed his dick
into Tommy’s ass, Tommy seemed to be slamming his ass back
onto Jared’s dick.
I’ll admit, this wasn’t exactly what I had planned.
What was this? Was my fantasy rape for Tommy one that he
already had? He was certainly getting into that fucking,
regardless of what he was saying. He was crying now, his
breath coming in great gasps.
“Stop! Please stop. Don’t fuck me in my ass! I’m not
a fag! Stop it!”
But Jared’s fucking and fondling was getting to the
allegedly heterosexual little boy. It was obvious that
Tommy was on the verge of that life changing orgasm again.
He was crying out, moaning, screaming.
“Stop. Oh, fuck. FUCK! OH FUCK!! FUCK!!”
I hurried to my desk and pulled out my digital camera.
In the passion of the moment I had almost forgotten about
it. From my position on the side of the bed I could get a
perfect picture of Jared’s dick sliding into Tommy’s ass.
Just one thing, though.
“Tommy look here”, I said.
Tommy turned his head toward me. His face was contorted
in pain and/or passion. I said “Say Cheese”, and snapped a
beautifully incriminating photo of an obvious gay fuck with
little Tommy boy as the fuckee.
I kept taking pictures, and none too soon, as Jared was
reaching escape velocity. He was plowing his dick into
Tommy’s ass, plunging deeply, rotating and plunging again.
The fuck became brutal. Tommy was still screaming, but he
was slamming his ass onto Jared’s dick for all he was worth.
Jared’s hand on Tommy’s cock was working the head, then
working the shaft, harder, faster. I realized I was getting
hot.
Jared screamed his passion as his penis ejaculated into
his rubber. Tommy shuddered against Jared’s dick with his
back arched. I don’t remember ever watching a man orgasm
before as an uninvolved third party.
To look at his face you would think that Tommy was in
agony. But his dick spewed string after string of sperm
several feet onto the bed. If Tommy put his head onto the
bed, his face would be covered with his own cum.
Whoops. Tommy’s face dropped to the bed in exhaustion.
His mouth fell onto a puddle of his own sperm.
Jared had climaxed, but he remained inside Tommy. His
hands were moving over Tommy’s skin. He was feeling his
chest, smoothly rubbing his side, grabbing a feel of his
ass, making it rotate over his semi-erect dick. He began to
murmur endearments into Tommy’s ear.
“You are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. Your
skin is like satin. Your cock is amazing. I love it. I’ve
wanted you from the moment I saw you, Tommy. I’m sorry we
did it this way. I never want to hurt you. I want to take
you in my arms and love you forever. I’ve never wanted to
be with anyone like I’ve wanted to be with you, Tommy.
You’re the most sexy, beautiful man I’ve ever known”
It was the most romantic thing I’ve ever heard anyone
say while having his dick up another man’s ass.
Jared was still rubbing Tommy all over. He again
fondled Tommy’s dick. I thought Tommy was down for the
count but I was wrong. He must really like a dick up his
ass, because it only took a little manual manipulation and
Tommy again looked like he was ready for action.
Jared appeared to be ready for another round, too. He
began that rocking motion that indicated the movement of
dick within ass.
Since most of my story revolves around this time when
my fantasy life became reality, I should point out that on
many occasions I have rubbed myself off while dreaming of
being in bed with two men at one time. Now that particular
fantasy had become reality. But never in my wildest
imaginings did I ever expect it to be like this.
I reached in the night stand and pulled out the strap-
on dildo that our mysterious little visitor had forgotten to
take with her when she left this afternoon. Just putting it
on gave me a feeling of enormous phallic power.
I crawled onto the bed beside Jared. I whispered for
him to pull out, but to keep holding Tommy’s penis. I gave
Jared a wet washcloth. He removed the rubber and cleaned
his dick. (I’m trying to teach Tommy a lesson, not give him
AIDS.)
Tommy moaned when he felt the dick leaving his ass.
His ass cheeks seemed to be searching for that dick again.
Well I was glad to give it to him. I pressed the lubricated
head of my phony dick against Tommy’s ass. He was already
wide open so I jammed it right in there. I guess I forgot
that the dildo was half again as big as Jared. Tommy
screamed.
Jared slid underneath the kneeling Tommy and fed on
Tommy’s penis, taking that huge thing into his mouth. He
was lying on his back underneath Tommy and they were in the
classic 69 position (except Tommy hadn’t sucked Jared’s
dick).
I started fucking Tommy for all I was worth. Talk
about turning the tables! I was crazed with a combination
of anger, power, and lust. I was reaming that tight little
ass of his with a 9” dildo. Tommy must have started liking
it, because he suddenly engulfed Jared’s lovely cock in his
mouth and began licking and sucking Jared’s erection. I
pulled out for a second, got my camera, put it on the
dresser facing the bed and set it on time delay. I jumped
back on the bed and reinserted my trusty dildo into Tommy’s
ass. I covered my face with my hands. A few seconds later
a sudden flash let me know that this was recorded for
history.
Tommy and Jared were reaching some kind of mutual
rhythm with their oral stimulation of each other. I tried
to match the motion with my fucking of Tommy’s ass.
Suddenly Tommy was screaming around Jared’s dick and
spraying his seed down Jared’s throat. Jared wasn’t far
behind him, and for the first time, Tommy tasted another
man’s cum. He liked it. He kept sucking and licking
throughout Jared’s orgasm only letting up after Jared had
shrunk back to his normal non-rigid size.
I pulled out of Tommy’s ass with a sigh of
satisfaction. I hadn’t gotten off using the dildo on Tommy,
but I didn’t really care. It was the feeling of power, of
control that I got off on.
“Tommy”, I said. “I thought you should be on the
receiving end of a rape. I know you’re a nice boy, but it’s
important to differentiate between fantasy and reality.
We’ve been living a fantasy the last few days. But you can
never assume that a person wants to be taken against their
will. Learn your lesson. Treat your lovers with respect.
If they want to be treated like a whore in the bedroom, then
treat them like a whore. But only if they want to be
treated that way. Do you understand?”
Tommy’s eyes were closed. It was if he didn’t want to
look at the scene that had exposed a side of his nature that
maybe he hadn’t known existed. He nodded his head without
opening his eyes.
I only had one thing more to do to achieve closure. I
picked up my camera, downloaded the pictures to my computer,
and then emailed the pictures to my business address. Tommy
still hadn’t opened his eyes.
“Now Tommy, I know you want to be a good boy, and I
know you don’t want to talk about the things that happened
between you and me these last few days. But just to be sure
that you have an incentive to keep your silence, I now have
pictures of you talking the dick of a black man up your ass.
(No offense, Jared.) Those pictures will never be seen by
anyone but me, so long as you keep your mouth shut. But if
one word of this leaks out, copies of these pictures will be
sent to your parents, to your fraternity brothers, and to
anyone else I can think of. I’m not blackmailing you. This
is an insurance policy so I can sleep at night.”
“Please don’t show those pictures to my parents, Mrs.
Holden. I promise I’ll never talk.” Tommy opened his eyes
and they were pleading with me.
I smiled and leaned over and kissed his cheek. “Don’t
worry, Tommy. You secret is safe with me. I just want to
be sure that my secret is safe with you.”
Jared had never taken his mouth from Tommy’s dick. He
was still making love to Tommy’s dick with slow sensual
licking followed by some sort of suction thing that he did
as he swallowed Tommy’s entire length. I was impressed with
his technique.
I got up and stretched. I felt serene. For the first
time this week I was totally relaxed.
I said, “Boys, I’ve had enough for one vacation.
Jared, stop sucking Tommy’s dick! You two go into Tommy’s
room and do whatever you must. I need to remove these dirty
sheets so I can go to bed. Tommy seems to have made a mess
of things.” I was back into full-fledged Mommy mode.
The boys got off the bed. Jared pulled Tommy out of my
bedroom and into Tommy’s own. He just couldn’t’ seem to get
enough of the feel of Tommy’s body. I can’t say that I
blame him. I reminded myself to make sure Jared was gone
before Jason made it home. He might have some questions
about that.
So that’s my story. I had spent my vacation living
fantasies, some of which I had never ever had before. I was
satiated. After all, I’m a satiable woman. I was a little
sad to think that this might be the last great sex of my
life, since unlike the women in stories I have read, this
was not the epiphany that would set me on a path of cheating
and slut-like behavior. I love my husband and will never
cheat on him again (unless seduced into some rape fantasy.
One must keep one’s options open).
I must have lain on my now clean sheets and just
thought things over all night. I dozed and then woke with a
start and began thinking again. Why couldn’t Daniel and I
have the kind of sex that Tommy and I had? Then I had the
true epiphany. It wasn’t all Danny’s fault. Maybe I wasn’t
giving him the proper stimulation to make him desire me the
way I wanted to be desired. This can be a two way street,
this fantasy business. Tommy gave me fantasies. I gave him
a humdinger of a fantasy in return. But I’ve never given
Danny a fantasy. It’s just standard lovemaking with no
frills. I find it boring, but Danny does too, I bet.
Then I knew it. I have to come clean with Danny. I’m
going to tell him everything, in sordid detail. Our
marriage is too valuable to keep secrets that can come out
and ruin it. I want the secrets to come out now, but my
way. When he learns about this week, he’s going to have his
dick buried deeply in my pussy. I am going to whisper
delirious nothings into his ear, and slowly I’ll talk about
his boring, stable, serene wife making it with a teenager!
Taking it up the ass with a beautiful young boy. Fucked by
a slim little girl. Having sex with a gay black man.
Fucking a boy up the ass. It’s not all going to come out at
once. I’ve got material here to last for months. And each
time I break something new to him, Danny is going to get the
ride of his life.
And I’ve still got the strap-on dildo. I think it’s
time that Danny learns to take it up the ass. But he’s
going to have to beg for it.
Epilogue:
Danny is my lover forever. Our sex life has become
exciting and new. He can’t get enough of me. I can’t get
enough of him. I’ve told him everything. He knows about
Tommy. Let me tell you, if you are revealing potentially
dangerous secrets to your significant other, I recommend you
do it while riding his cock. Daniel is a man. He’s knows I
am his forever. This little rape thing that happened was so
ambivalent that to this day I’m not sure if it was really
rape or if it was fantasy. Since Danny doesn’t care, I
don’t either.
My life is filled with romance. My husband loves me.
Jason is gone from the house, and it’s like we are newlyweds
again.
By the way, Jason keeps telling us about this new
friend of Tommy’s, a black kid named Jared. They are the
best of friends and seem to get together almost every
weekend. They’ve invited him to go with Tommy to spend a
weekend with Jared at his campus about sixty miles from
Jason’s school. I’m not talking. I made a promise. Jason
will just have to learn about life all by himself. He may
even have his own fantasies