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Old ASSTR story that I was looking for, thanks to MRocker for finding me the link.


Only The Beginning - Intro

by Caesar, copyright 1999

Detective James Broody reviewed the notes, from the first officers on
the scene, with distaste. He had hoped never to have to again deal
with this type of crime after leaving the big city. Rare was any
violent crime committed in this town, his role as the sole detective
was one of minor crimes mostly of the 'white collar' variety.

It was nine in the morning, the sun was shining and if not for this
call James would now be having a great day. After he finished
questioning the last officer and waiting for the paramedics to give
him the nod, he entered the master bedroom of the moderate sized
house.

Penny was sitting up with her head upon her eldest daughters shoulder
while her son and husband stood above her. The paramedics had
bandaged her wrists and ankles where the rope had bitten into her
skin, and were waiting to take her to the hospital for a detailed
examination.

James took a deep breath, and announced himself, "Excuse me Penny? My
name is James Broody. I need to ask a few questions?" He squatted
down before her so his eyes would be at an equal height to her own.
He also had enough experience to know not to reach out and touch a
woman whom had just been violated.

Penny lifted her head, whipped at the steady stream of tears rolling
down her cheeks and nodded affirmatively. The daughter looked
threateningly at the officer.

"I'm sorry that I need to do this right now..."

"Thats okay, I know the procedure."

The woman looked right into his eyes and James saw a strange calmness
within her. He nodded though he had no idea how she knew 'the
procedure'. "Thank you Penny. Just a few questions okay?"

Something within the detective was stirring, something was not right
here. Penny wasn't acting exactly as other rape victims he had
investigated years before, in the city.

"I was blindfolded and never saw anything."

He nodded and turned a page in his notebook to start taking notes when
the daughter spoke up, "The sick fucking bastard!" Now anger is an
expected emotion, thought the detective.

James took a glance up at the husband and saw that he looked
exhausted, humbled and just a little humiliated. Another strange
reaction, though not overly so.

The son looked concerned and a little angry. All normal there,
thought the detective.

"You were alone in the house?"

The husband, Charles, answered, "Linda", the daughter, "and I were in
the city interviewing with the University overnight and Glen was at a
friends." James nodded and made a notation.

"We have only been here for three fucking weeks... !" Again the
daughters outburst. James made another note.

Penny squeezed her daughters hand and chastised her, "Honey." Linda
started to sob and placed her head upon her mothers chest.

James always hated investigating rapes.

Between sobs Linda blurted out, "When is it going to end mom?"

James froze. "When is what going to end?" He looked at each family
member in turn but no one spoke. Finally he centred his gaze at the
mother, "Penny?"

She started to cry horribly and hid her face in her daughters hair.

James turned again to the son who remained silent, staring sadly at
his mother and sister. The husband was the first to answer, after a
firm look from the police officer. "This isn't the first time."

James felt his guts tighten.

The son volunteered, "We moved because...".

"... because there have been other attacks." Charles completed his
sons statement.

That stunned James and he starred with astonishment at the family. A
stalking serial rapist here, in this tiny city, a town really, where
there was barely one violent crime a year! A rapist that had followed
the family..., "Where did you live before?"

Again Charles answered, "Which time?"

He was serious. "You have moved multiple times?"

Glen nodded and Charles continued, "Four times in the last three
years. The police have never caught who ever is doing this."

"How many times...?" James couldn't ask, to think that this family
had been terrorized by a serial rapist for the last couple of years
seemed incredible.

Glen answered, "Both mom and Linda have been attacked more times than
we want to count."

"Linda also?"

Charles nodded affirmatively. Glen added, "They have also been
attacked both at the same time." The two sobbing ladies became louder
with their grief.

It was too incredible to be true, thought the experienced detective.
The civilized man within him was disgusted. It was barbaric,
disgusting and very scary that such a thing could happen.



Chapter I

Penny soaked for nearly an hour in the huge jet tub, the steam from
the hot water clouding the very air within the large bathroom. It had
been a week since the rape and four since they had moved to this
supposedly quiet town.

The rope burns were healing nicely, as they always did, but the
memories were firmly embedded within the middle-aged woman's psychic.

It had all been like a bad dream that keeps repeating; the animated
policemen with their standard questions, the incredible look upon
their faces when they learn the full extend of what Penny and her
family had to endure, the medical samples and probing by the doctors
and nurses, the crying and humiliation of it all.

The strange thing about the whole thing was that it Penny was now a
veteran rape victim. She understood the emotions and violations of
her body and mind, even to the point of anticipating them. How many
times, the detective wanted to ask, dozens? Hundreds? Maybe a
thousand or more? Between Penny and Linda, it had to be at least a
few hundred times that they had been attacked, mostly, within their
own home.

Penny closed her eyes and remembered; the sudden consciousness and
awareness that someone had bound and blinded her, the slow methodical
tearing and ripping of her bed garments and underclothes, the minute
detail that the rapist enjoyed examining her every inch, the gentle
touches between her legs, the mouth upon her nipples, the fingers
within her rectum and vagina, the cock moving again and again within
her!

Penny popped open her eyes and took a deep breath, trying to still the
pounding of her chest. It was not always the same; sometimes the
rapist enjoyed hurting her other times he was soft and gentle,
passionate even. There was the one common denominator though, the
rapist loved to insert himself within her body. It did not seem to
matter if it was her mouth, ass hole or cunt. And the seed he left,
three times the last time, seemed to humiliate her with its potency.

She could still taste the strong salty sperm upon her tongue, where he
had ejaculated that last time. The bitter taste and knowledge that it
had just been withdrawn from her own anus a constant. His manhood
pounding again and again with his soft hairy stomach hitting her nose,
the smooth head of his cock hitting the back of her throat.

Penny again popped open her eyes and realized her hand was between her
legs, and withdrew it rapidly. The most humiliating thing to the
forty two year old, was that she loved it. God help her, she prayed,
but she hopped Charles never realized the truth, how she craved that
next attack.



Chapter II

Charles sat down at the supper table and smiled at his wife then
remarked, "Save me some mashed potatoes Glen!" He received a smile as
the sixteen year old teenager passed the greatly reduced pile of
potatoes to his father.

Nothing was said, what could be voiced that had not already been said?
Charles asked Linda if she had decided upon a University but she only
shrugged. It was only her father that was pushing the advanced
education. There was still three more Universities to research before
accepting, if she did.

Penny was normally somber after an attack but not nearly as distraught
as she had been years before, after the first few attacks. Now, the
family tried to return to normalcy as soon as possible.

"Are we going to move again?" It was Linda, the one that Charles was
most concerned about. Each time one of them was attacked, she
withdrew further into herself. Only his wife was able to 'connect'
with their daughter.

Charles looked to his wife. Penny sat down and reached over to grab a
dinner roll, "From what I've seen of it, this is a very nice town.
Our neighbours are especially nice."

Linda just looked up in astonishment, "What about that bastard?" They
all knew which one she was referring too.

Only Penny could answer such a question, "Why move again, it seems no
place is safe?" She only shrugged and reached for a dolupe of butter
for her roll. His wife had been against the move in the first place,
only agreeing when she discovered the perks in moving into a much
nicer home and quieter town.

There was logic in what his wife said, even though Charles hatted to
admit it.

The court case had decided in their favour, and his family received a
sizeable amount from the city, two moves ago. Essentially, since the
city could not protect them, as was their mandate, they were open to
liable from Charles' lawyers. It essentially allowed them to buy this
very expensive house in a town where there was very little industry or
opportunities if Charles had to keep working. If they had to move
again, they could easily afford it.

Linda stood up and shouted, "Don't you care! Doesn't anyone fucking
care anymore!" The eighteen year old ran out of the kitchen and
towards the stairs up to her room.

Glen asked, "Should we save her some chicken?"

Penny nodded, "I'll make up a dinner for her."

Charles asked, "Does anyone want to go to the movie tonight?"



Chapter III

"Honey?" Penny had knocked three times without a response before she
opened the door gently and looked in. "Can I come in darling?" She
did anyways, closing the door behind her.

Penny sat down upon her daughters bed and reached out to stroke the
long blonde hair, like her fathers, gently. Linda had her face in her
pillow and never looked up.

Time moved forwards as the mother soothed her daughter simply with her
presence. No one else alive could understand what Penny had endured,
other than her very own daughter. In fact, much to Penny's
humiliation, Linda knew of her mothers sadistic enjoyment of the rapes
she experienced. Though she had never spoken of it, not even to her
mother. She had to know, as they were infrequently forced to endure a
rape together, having to perform upon each other for the rapist.
Penny inevitably enjoyed these encounters and her body could not lie.
Nor the sound of her screams of passion and her pleading for more be
forgotten so easily.

"Why mom?"

It had been nearly a half hour that the two of them had sat there in
silence before Linda had spoken up.

"Why what honey?" Penny spoke softly to her only daughter, feeling
only sadness for her.

"Why us?"

That is a question that they had all asked themselves many many times.
To no conclusion obviously. Penny didn't bother answering.

Linda sat up and fell into her mothers chest, wrapping her arms about
her neck in a fierce hug. "I don't know if I could endure another,
mother!"

Penny sighed and continued to stroke her eldest child's hair. "You
must darling." A couple of years before she would have added, "Until
they catch him", but no longer held to that illusion.

"I'm not like you...!" Linda sobbed loudly and then silently cried
against her mom.

This was the closest she had even come to mentioning her mothers
perverse enjoyment of the rapes. Then Linda whispered, almost to
herself, "I wish I was."

There had been an army of doctors and shrinks that the two ladies had
attended too, but none had helped the young woman with her fear and
disgust. How could they, were they expecting to be raped at any time?
Where they forced to endure a man within them again and again, with no
hope of it stopping. When a cock shoved within their ass holes,
mouths and cunts so many times that they knew every millimetres of
that enlarged manhood? Could they close their eyes and still taste
the man's seed upon their tongues? Of course they could not, only
Penny and Linda could know. Without ever knowing what that intruder's
face looked like, though Penny had often fantasied to herself what he
must look like.

Penny sighed and had nothing to say, silence was often the right
remedy to her daughters 'fits'.

Linda asked, after her tears had slowed, "How do you do it mother?"

She was afraid to ask, "What dear?" Her mouth was dry and her
question had come out more as a croak.

Linda lifted her head and looked into her mothers eyes, "How do
you... endure?"

How could she answer that question, thought the middle-aged woman?
That she looked forwards to that first second when she realized her
rapist was again upon her. She certainly did not want to verbalize
her pleasure of the perverse actions she had to submit.

Linda continued, "I saw you last weekend, I could smell you", Penny
felt her face flush knowing that her daughter was referring to her
sexual scent, the one that she vented when her sex was excited. It
was the smell of her pleasure, of raw sex. And her own daughter was
so intimate with it that she knew what even her own father probably
did not. "I knew that look in your eyes." Penny was not sure which
look her daughter was referring too, but did not want to find out.

"Listen darling, you can't worry about things we have no control
over." Like that pounding hard cock thought Penny feeling a wave of
desire run through her.


Chapter IV

Linda had found her mother bound to the four corners of the bed and
tape over her eyes. Penny had been asleep for hours, the dried sperm
caked to her breasts and face, and had worn a soft smile of the
sexually pleased.

For several minutes the eighteen year old had stood there staring at
her naked mothers body. Pale of skin with generous breasts and soft
round hips, she was a voluptuous sexy woman. Her mom looked her age
but in a sexy woman-next-door look that Linda never inherited.

Linda had gained her fathers attributes; skin that tanned nicely and
stayed tanned forever, a firm body and thick full hair. She had been
proud of her boyish frame and athletic body, at least till it became a
bane when the rapes began.

The teenager wished, with all her heart, to enjoy the rapes as much as
her mother obviously did. She often dreamed about one of the first
attacks when she realized her mom was enjoying herself. The sounds of
her mother panting, the wet sloppy sounds of a man within the sex of a
very excited wet woman, the begging her mother did, and finally the
scream of release as the orgasm overwhelmed her own mom. She
constantly noticed evidence that her mom enjoyed herself.

If her mother enjoyed being dominated and controlled by that unknown
man who came to them, Linda secretly believed she may enjoy the same
but with her mother as the dominant. Even the sound of her mom's
heavy breathing was enough to bring faint memories of forced
encounters their rapist had made them endure.

If she could only come to enjoy that cock within her, to enjoy being
bound helpless and blind, to enjoy the uncertainty of it all - then
she knew she would not be so distraught. If only it wasn't that man,
the unknown owner of that cock that she was forced to be invaded with.

"Do you think ill of me?" Her mother whispered.

Linda wondered for several minutes what her mom meant, then she
understood.

"Do you think I'm a slut?" Her mom looked shamed, embarrassed.

Linda answered completely truthfully, "No mom, I envy you."

Her mom held her firmly and the two of them shared a cry.


Chapter V

God no! Shouted Linda, in her minds eye.

She could not see and could feel the cotton over each eye, secured
with a strip of surgical tape. She knew the familiar feeling. Her
hands were bound above her and together.

She was awake, it had to be still dark. Where were her family? Her
mom?

The rapist was already between her thighs, the familiar blunt head of
his cock fumbling with her folds. Finally she felt the intrusion as
it forced itself within her cunt. She screamed into her own panties
as the man moved in and out of her again and again.

He had lubricated himself enough to gain entrance but not enough to
still the initial pain to the scared young woman.

Please finish and go! Please leave me alone, thought Linda again and
again.

But the man didn't. He pulled himself out of her, grabbed at her
bound wrists and roughly dragged her off her own single bed onto the
carpeted floor. Slowly, and quietly, the rapist dragged her down the
stairs to the main level, through to the kitchen and then down the
hardwood steps to the basement. Even though Linda could not see, she
knew where he was taking her within her own house.

There was never any real fight left in the teenage girl. Perhaps
years before she had fought, but had been punished mercilessly each
time. Now, the only thing she did to hinder the attacker was to go
lifeless, not to help him in his rape of her body.

So he lifted the teenager, with effort, up onto the pool table and
dropped her onto her back. She lay scared and listening as she heard
her clothes tearing and knew he was again cutting her garments from
her body.

He didn't always get her clothes off her without cutting, and Linda
stayed very still wishing this rape to hurry up and be over. The
chilly air licked her skin as her nightgown lay about her in tatters.
A thumb and finger squeezed the left nipple until Linda screamed into
her soiled panty muzzle. Then the hand moved to the other breast and
repeated.

She felt a hard thin blunt object push past her outer labia and into
her. Far into her. Roughly hands forced her arms down and she held
what she guessed was a pool cue. With motions, he instructed her to
move the object within her own body.

She did. Linda always did what she was told by the rapist. She may
hate every second but she knew the terror and pain of rebellion.

The familiar sound of a camera as it took pictures. It was the one
thing the rapist seemed to enjoy doing, taking pictures of her or her
mother during or after an attack. She had not mentioned that fact to
anyone before, humiliated with the knowledge that a huge number of
photos contained her raped and abused image. Her mother had never
mentioned it before either, but Linda never knew why not. So, at
least to Linda's knowledge, only the rapist and his two victims knew
of the existence of pictures.

She was dragged further up the table till her head hung over the edge,
and like a good little victim she did as she was told and continued to
plunge the pool cue in and out of her sex. A cock was pressed against
her lips and Linda opened her mouth to engulfed it.

Oh god, make this all end. Please!

Linda felt the large familiar cock pressed down her throat again and
again even as the cue continued to pump in and out of her. She wanted
it all to stop, to be left alone.

What she wanted, she told herself, was for this man this rapist to go
and force fuck her mother and just leave her alone. Baring that, she
wanted to enjoy it, as she knew her mother would.

More pictures were taken and then a long silence except for the grunts
of her attacker and the slapping of skin upon skin. Linda knew he was
close, felt the sudden enlargement of his penis head.

The rapist withdrew and groaned as a small rainfall of sperm splashed
down upon Linda's face. All the while she continued to pump the cue
within her cunt.

More photos.

Roughly the cue was withdrawn from her hands and body and thrown in a
corner. She was forced over onto her stomach, hands above her head,
and feet apart. Linda prayed she was not to receive punishment,
wondering if she had done anything wrong.

The cool wet feeling lubricant dropped from behind and above down upon
the crevice of her ass. It was her tight young ass he wanted, she
realized with a small amount of relief.

Just as the finger lubricated her anus, the digit slipping further and
further within her, was when the rapist froze. Then he walked
suddenly away from her and then she heard nothing for several minutes
until a noise from above.

"Hello?" It was Glen her brother. Oh god, please save me Glen!
"Anyone there?"

More movement and the sounds of the kitchen fridge opening and closing
a couple of times.

Please come down to the basement Glen, she pleaded to herself.

Sounds retreating up the stairs to the upper level and then nothing.
He had not come down the stairs.

The rapist soon returned and two fingers were pressed into her rectum.
There would be no escape from her torture. Perhaps there never will.



Chapter V

James Broody knew the address when dispatch sent him the call. He
thought it too incredible to speculate until he arrived and the
uniformed officer gave his verbal report.

It was nearly lunch and it was another beautiful day, at least for
some. The officer lead the detective into the large home, through the
corridor and down a long flight of stairs. Passing a wide variety of
police and forensics the whole way.

He stood next to the photographer as he took pictures of the
crime-scene. The uniform next to him said, "The daughter was done
here."

James felt a flush of anger, "Violated!"

The young officer nodded apologetically, "Sorry, 'violated'." He
retreated quickly.

The room was a large, still un organized room except for the the pool
table, and with little visible evidence to the crime that had been
committed here hours ago. There was stains upon the dark green fabric
of the table and James nodded to the forensic doctor, "DNA?"

"We'll try Broody."

A ripped nightgown, or part of one, was discarded upon the floor. A
pool cue was laying a foot away from the nightgown, the uniform had
already given a play-by-play about what happened. One large handful
of cotton, with a strip of tape on one side, was laying upon the pool
table.

Other than the horror the family must be going through, and whom no
one could empathize with as no one has probably gone through such a
personal hell, this had the makings of turning into a huge red herring
for the department. The initial incident had been quietly taken care
off, favours were requested from the local newspaper to keep it quiet,
at least till the perpetrator was apprehended. Yet, every civil
servant that touched this case would now know it wasn't a one time
incident.

It would be impossible to keep this quiet in their small town.

He turned and made to go up the stairs to question Linda.



Chapter VI

Penny sat upon her daughters bed and they silently held hands,
listening to the commotion downstairs as well as thinking their own
thoughts. Linda was silent, unemotional and uncaring. She had turned
herself off from the horror of her evening.

It had taken hours for the rapist to torment her body, used it for his
pleasure and leave her bound and gagged with his spend over her face
and breasts. Her mother had found her, minutes later her father had
come home and he demanded they again call the police.

Penny didn't want too, but Linda agreed when her father argued that it
as the only way to catch the man doing this.

After telling three gray uniformed policemen their story, Penny had
demanded to be alone with her daughter. The two of them had sat down
and held each other in silence.

It must have been a complete hour before a word was spoken, gently and
in almost a whisper Linda asked her mom, "I want to know how you do it
mommy?"

Penny swallowed heavily, her mouth suddenly dry, "Know what dear?"
She didn't want to ask but felt she had too.

Linda pulled her moms hands to her own lap and grasped them in a harsh
grip. "Teach me to like it?"

Penny turned her head to stare into her daughters eyes, gaging what
she had just heard. "Oh darling...!"

"Please mom, if I don't, I think I may go crazy." The teen pleaded
with her eyes and the two shared a long deep look.

Finally, "I'm not sure if its something that can be taught." A part
of her wanted her daughter to enjoy being raped, being used. Another
part of her was horrified just at this conversation.

The first tear from the young woman slid down her cheeks. "Please!"

The knock a the door came at a perfect moment for the uncomfortable
mother, "Yes?"

On the other side of the door Charles called out, "Detective Broody is
here dear, can he come in?"

Penny silently asked her daughter and the girl gave a nod.



Chapter VII

The detective entered after the summons and closed the door gently
behind him.

Linda wore only an oversized tee-shirt while the mother was in a loose
skirt and light shirt. They looked like siblings, contrary to their
physical differences.

James took in the lack of emotion on Linda's part and saw the clenched
hands knowing that these two ladies experienced a horror none of them
could ever imagine.

"I'm sorry you had to see me again in this way."

Linda nodded and Penny said, "Its okay detective, your just doing your
job."

The forty four year-old man went over the notes from the uniformed
officers. "You found your daughter in the basement right Penny?"

"Yes, correct."

"And Linda, you never saw a thing?" She nodded no. "Hear anything?"
He knew she had been blindfolded, it was just thorough to ask.

Linda nodded, "I heard Glen come downstairs and head for the kitchen."

"What time, approximately, was that?"

A shrug, "Just after midnight I guess. I prayed he would come
downstairs and save me."

James looked up from his notebook and smiled sadly, unconvincingly.
"So the man was still there when your brother came downstairs?" She
nodded.

He turned to the mother, "Your daughter, when you found her, wasn't
bound?"

"No she wasn't." Interesting thought the detective.

"Linda, why didn't you run upstairs for help when he", James quickly
scanned his notes, "left a couple of hours before dawn?"

The teenager looked down at her feet for a lengthy minute until Penny
answered the question for her, "Because she was told not too."

James thought he understood, though it was surprising that these
ladies were so well conditioned.

He pulled a plastic evidence bag, closed and sealed, from a pocket.
"Are these yours Linda?" She nodded affirmatively. James wanted to
ask if she always wore such skimpy lingerie to bed but didn't know
how.

Penny saw the black lace thong and understood the detectives caution,
"She has to wear them."

James thought the mother looked partially embarrassed, though he know
not why. "The rapist told her too?" Again a nod from Linda.

"Did he tell you that he was going to come here last night Linda?"

The teenager looked up into the detectives eyes, for the first time,
and spat, "Good god no!" It was obvious the idea disgusted her.

Penny intervened, "He tells us to do things and if we don't do
them..."

"... he hurts us." Finished Linda.

"He tells you to wear these", he held the bag up high for a brief
moment, "during bedtime?"

Linda answered, finally thought the detective, "He told me to wear
them at all times."

James swallowed and pretended to write into his notebook to still his
emotions in this case. He finally looked up and asked, "Did he tell
you to do anything Penny?"

She nodded and the silence afterwards was so awkward that she quickly
blurted out, "I'm not to wear panties."

"Ever." Offered Linda.

"Is that all he ordered you two to do outside an assault?"

"No." Answered both, nearly in unison.

Though he should ask, and he wanted too, James never asked the next
obvious question. Instead he went on to several other questions he
had.



Chapter VIII

James sat in his wide old easy chair and watched his wife shuffle
about the family room, as she tidied up.

They had been married for nearly twenty two years and he wondered how
his family would cope if someone was serially raping Laura his wife.
She was a tiny and thin woman with nearly no breasts but a wide
generous mouth that nearly always wore a smile.

James and Laura had spent the first two years together making love at
every chance they got. The product of that time was their first
child, a big strong boy. Though they were hard pressed to find time
for the constant love-making as in their earlier years, they always
found time during a week to meet as man and wife. Five years later,
their second son was born.

Till now, James had never thought about what would happen if his
family had a disaster such as the one befallen Penny and Charles. He
could not bear the thought of another man touching his wife, forcing
her to his will. Yet, the thought was now in his mind. The face of
Penny as she told him that the rapist ordered her not to ever wear
panties was embarrassed and humiliated beyond a point that could be
conceivable for his wife Laura.

How did they survive, as a family, he thought?

Then James remembered that pool cue and the story the police office
had related, how it was used upon Linda. With his wife's small
bottom, he wondered what it would look like sticking out of her ass.

The image and thought startled the middle-aged man and he shook his
head. The image didn't disappear, the sight of his wife crying with a
gag over her mouth and tape over her eyes, tied down upon the pool
table where Linda had been raped never left him. Some unknown man's
hands holding the long hard wood firmly as he pushed it back and forth
within his wife's clenching ass hole. Or perhaps she is forced to do
it herself, move the long hard object back and forth inside her own
ass!

James was shocked to discover his penis was hard at the thoughts that
came to him unheeded. He covered his lap with his magazine and
watched his wife and thought about the case he was working upon.


Chapter IX

Charles held the woman's head steady in both his hands as his cock
plowed in and out of her mouth. She moaned loudly while her tongue
massaged the underside of his prick, and her hands fondled his
swinging balls.

"I'm gonna come!" She moaned in response, wanting him to hurry. Knew
that as soon as he was finished, he would stop pawing at her for at
least a couple more hours.

The cock jerked and Julia tasted the familiar tang of Charles seed
upon her tongue. Again he jerked and another small splat landed upon
her tongue. At least he never came in great quantities, thought the
twenty eight year old, anxious for the episode to be over with.

Charles let go of the head with the long red hair and fell back onto
her couch, gasping for breath.

Julia smiled and licked her lips, "Oh baby, I always love the taste of
your come!"

He smiled tired and content. "I know you do Julia. Your such a
slut."

Inwardly Julia cringed, she hated to be called a "slut", true or not.
Yet she wore a wide smile and starred at Charles limp little noodle,
"When is that beast going to be ready to properly fuck me?"

He gasped in exaggerated surprise, "God Julia, give me an hour will
yea!" At least double that she thought with a small smirk.

"Okay lover, one hour and then I want to feel that hard cock inside my
cunt."

"I promise you that my darling." He reached and grasped her naked
shoulders in his meaty hands and brought her to him. His kiss lasted
only a few seconds but Julia closed her eyes and sighed, as if content
while hoping he would soon fall asleep.

A thumb and forefinger pinched her left nipple roughly, "If your going
to make me wait lover, then don't you go and get me all hot for you!"
She pulled from his fumbling hand, thankfully.

Playfully the voluptuous woman jumped to her feet and giggled as she
ran from the room. Charles watched with a smile at each of her body's
expressive movements.

Where Penny, his wife, was of pale skin, Julia had a light tan. Her
Mediterranean heritage evidently. While his wife was wise and
silently polite, Julia was brash loud and a pure slut. She did
everything he asked. Other than that, the two ladies shared nearly
the same voluptuous big breasted bodies, though they were twelve years
difference in age.

Julia returned carrying two beers and handed one to her man, sipping
her own generously. She sat before him her free hand grasping his
tiny saliva covered penis and stroked it absentmindedly.

"Did you hear the news last night?" Charles never even lifted his
head from the couch to answer, but opened his eyes and waited. "About
that rape over in your neighbourhood somewheres? Fuck, what is this
world coming too!"

Charles lifted his head and took a gulp of his beer. "Your right, its
a sick world."

"Poor girl. Too bad they wouldn't say the name of the family, I
wonder who it is. They even say the mother had been raped just a few
weeks ago." She turned to look up at her man, "Did you see any police
on your street yesterday?"

Charles shrugged then placed the neck of his beer bottle near his
mistresses face, "If your horny baby maybe this could help?"

Julia balked inwardly but smiled up at Charles. "If I did that lover
I'd barely feel you later on." She meant the neck of the bottle was
wider than his hard average sized cock.

He smiled maliciously and shrugged, "I'd still like you to fuck this
bottle?"

Since their relationship started, barely a month now, she has had not
needed anything. Charles provided anything and everything she
desired, all that he asked was that she was available for him to fuck
at any time. She even quit her job at the restaurant, enjoying the
life of a kept woman much better. Julia knew times like this was when
she had to earn a living.

Julia placed her own beer on the side table and reached for his.
"Don't spill any." He commanded. She squatted up over the bottle,
now seated upon the carpet, and lowered herself down. The lubricant
she had applied to herself hours before, minutes before Charles was
due to arrive, helped.

"Oh god!"

"Feel good slut?"

She had both her hands holding her wild red hair while still trying to
lower herself down. The bottle became thicker the further down she
went but the twenty eight year old found a surprising pleasure in the
fullness the beer provided. "Hum... ya honey it feels wonderful!"

"Lower slut."

At moments like that she didn't mind Charles calling her a slut, she
was and always has been. Ever since puberty when her step father came
to her nightly, she knew how to please a man, to get what she wanted
from them.

Julia felt the upper edges of the coarse shag carpet tickle her
trimmed outer pussy lips and stopped her descent. "Oh god!" She
threw her head back and groaned loudly, a noise that Charles had never
heard from her during their sex-play. Yet he never even noticed, so
engrossed in the blatantly sexual episode being played out before him.
He absentmindedly stroked his soft cock while watching his mistress
debase herself.

"Now fuck it slut... and don't spill a drop I wanna finish my beer
when your done with it!" Charles wore a commanding sneer but Julia
was so lost in the new feeling between her legs that she never even
noticed.

Reaching behind, her arm pressed between the cheeks of her generous
ass, she held the lower edge of the beer bottle and slowly lifted
herself off it. It felt like a part of her was leaving her body,
through her now empty gaping pussy. Julia didn't waste a second after
she felt the neck of the bottle slip past her inner labia and shot
downwards again filling that most intimate of places. "Oh fuck!"

Julia felt one of her rare orgasms fast approaching and ignored the
man grunting with pleasure a meter away from her.


Chapter X

Penny stood before the mirror, retouching her makeup with slow
precision. Though she knew she looked wonderful, for her age. She
also knew a conservative amount of makeup could make her look years
younger.

The white stockings always made her feel sexy and she playfully
crossed her legs yet again, enjoying the sound and feeling that it
always produced. It was moments like this that she most enjoyed,
pampering herself to the point of feeling like a desirable woman. A
feeling she rarely ever felt in her marriage to Charles, she knew.

Tonight he was over at his latest mistresses, Julia she remembered him
calling her. Some waitress that amused her husband to the point that
he didn't nag her for his husbandly duties.

It had been nearly three years since she had last had sex with her
husband, she never thought of it as making love. Or at least, she may
have thought of it then but now she knew better. The unnamed man who
came to her infrequently knew how to fuck her, hard and fast. She
loved it. Yet at a rare time, he also knew how to make love - taking
hours with her, enjoying every inch of her body. At times she knew
that her rapist was even making sure that she enjoyed it, that she
cried out with pleasure. It was times like that that Penny knew she
loved the unknown man and would do anything for him.

She suddenly thought of her daughter Linda and felt a deep sadness,
wishing her daughter would find just half as much pleasure with their
unnamed lover as Penny did.

Not for the first time that evening Penny wondered if her unnamed
lover would come. She licked her lips wondering if he would like how
she looked and knew he would. The time was perfect, she knew, her son
was on a second date with a girl from school and her husband was with
his mistress. Linda was supposed to be home but wasn't, though she
often disappeared after a rape.

The middle aged woman smiled as she pinched one thick nipple to
hardness. She wanted him to bite her there, it had been so long since
the man left teeth marks about her nipples. Penny shivered with
delight at the thought.

Again her daughter slipped into her erotic thoughts, and she wondered
if there was anything to make the young woman enjoy the visitations.



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