The Wedding Fiasco {John Jabbin} {MF rape}
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The Wedding Fiasco


I can't believe I let this happen! How could I have 
been so naive, so trusting? How is it that just one 
simple decision could have made my life such a 
nightmare? God, I feel so used, so ashamed!

It started out as a weekend like any other except that
Andy, my new husband, was out of town on business for 
the first time since we had been married. It was the 
same weekend that Leslie from work was getting married 
and I remember thinking how sad it would be that Andy 
didn't get to come to the first wedding I had attended 
since our own. In the church, I cried thinking about my 
wedding and how wonderful it had been -- and what 
a wonderful husband Andy had turned out to be.

Then I went to the reception and enjoyed myself too 
much. What was I to do for the rest of the day? Andy 
was gone and I really didn't want to go back to the 
house by myself. So I stayed and danced and drank too 
much.

There was this guy there named Steve. He was a 
relative of Leslie, for God's sake! He seemed so nice 
and sweet at first. 

He looked dashing in his blue blazer and tan pants. He 
was dressed nicely and had a good build. God help me 
but I actually thought he was handsome with his sandy 
hair and boyish charm. I remember thinking that all 
the other women would be envious that he was spending 
time with me. 

We danced together. He flirted a little. At first it 
felt nice. No one's really flirted with me for a while 
now. But I told him I was married -- happily married -- 
and he didn't seem to have a problem with that. We 
danced with other people, but we always ended up talking 
somehow. He seemed like such a nice, charming guy!

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

"Sam ... dude ... I got to tell you about this bitch I 
rode last weekend. I'm talking about a fine piece of 
pussy here, not like the skeezers you used to hang out 
with. 

"I went to another fucking wedding! Damn, my family 
has more fucking weddings. Usually I hate them, but 
it's hard to turn down free booze and there's almost 
always a cousin or two I can talk into a quick blowjob 
in the parking lot. I know the dirt on all those 
bitches and I've fucked most of them more than once. 

"I was all set to settle on a hummer from cousin 
Rhonda when I saw this fresh bitch dancing and having 
a good time. Sam ... dude ... she was fine, man! Her 
name was Lori and she was about 5'5", with blue eyes 
and long brown hair. She had small tits, but man, she 
had gorgeous legs and a nice ass. 

"And this bitch was out trolling for cock and I don't 
think she even knew it. I was suave with her, dude. I 
was playing Mr. Nice, you know, 'May I get you some 
more champagne, Lori,' and 'Would you care for another 
dance, Lori,' or 'Would you mind ever so much bending 
over so I could fuck you in the ass, Lori.'

"Oh, dude, this bitch was eating it up. I thought she 
was gonna drop on her knees right there and suck my 
cock, man. But we were cool. I waited until she was 
liquored up to make my move."

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

He seemed like such a nice guy. He really did. Why 
didn't I see through it? He must have been playing me 
for a fool the whole time. Even when we walked out to 
my car together, he seemed so kind and considerate. He 
asked me if I was okay to drive home and I told him I 
was. But then I tripped a little in the parking lot 
and Steve caught me before I fell. From then on he 
insisted that he drive me home.

I know now it was a stupid thing to do. At the time, 
all I could think about was that I could do worse than 
having a nice, handsome guy see me safely home. What a 
fool I was! What an awesome, bloody fool!

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

"I probably would have settled for a quick fuck in the 
back seat of her car if she had offered, man. The 
bitch had me wound up tight by that time. 

"But I was thinking the whole time, I have the shit 
you had given me two weeks ago still in my pocket, 
man. Shit yea, I hadn't had a chance to use it since 
we pulled that trick on your sister. I still dream 
about that night, man. You are so lucky to have a 
steady ass to ride like that one.

"So I figure, why not put this shit to good use. I 
mean, this is some prime pussy and she was out on the 
prowl for dick while her ol' man was gone. Is she really 
gonna tell anybody that she fucked around while he was gone? 
She was a fuckin' newlywed! Like she's gonna tell 
anyone she spent an afternoon being humped by a guy 
she never met before. This wasn't a common whore, Sam. 
This was a sweet, naive little bitch that probably 
never had an ass fucking in her life, man.

"That's what made it so sweet!

"So, we're walking out to her car and I trip the 
bitch. She was so wasted she didn't even see me do 
it. I caught her before she fell and got a free feel 
of her ass while I was doing it. It was righteous 
man, you should have seen it. Then it was just a 
matter of nicely convincing her that she was in no 
shape to drive home. 

"The bitch gave in way too easy. That's when I knew 
she was hungry for it, man! She was practically 
drooling on my cock already!"

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

I never should have invited him in. I see that now, 
but he had driven me home. He had to call a cab. It 
seemed like such an innocent thing. He asked if I had 
anything to drink. I was just going to have one drink 
with him as he waited for his cab. That was it. Just 
one.

He sat in the living room as I made the drinks in the 
kitchen. When I brought them in and set them down, he 
asked if I had a phone book so he could look up the 
phone number for a cab company. I was only gone for a 
minute.  Even though he had been acting like a 
gentleman, it didn't feel right to be here alone with 
him. I wanted him to call a cab and be gone.

I brought back the phone book and the cordless phone. 
Steve thanked me for the drink and said it was 
delicious. I picked up mine from the coffee table and 
drank it as we talked. He was looking in the phone 
book the whole time, but he didn't seem in a hurry. He 
told me stories about Leslie from years ago. I hadn't 
known Leslie used to be so wild, but apparently there 
was more to her than I realized. Some of the stories 
began to get quite risque and I grew more and more 
uncomfortable with being alone with Steve.

He started telling this long,involved story about 
going to a mall with Leslie and a few of his male 
cousins. Leslie was wearing a short skirt and somehow 
they convinced her to take off her panties and ride up 
the escalator in front of them.

I tried to tell Steve I didn't want to hear anymore. I 
felt flush and I couldn't seem to think clearly. I 
tried to stand up. I don't know if I was reaching for 
the phone or to go lie down. I almost fell and Steve 
caught me and helped me onto the couch.

I felt woozy, like I was in a dream. I felt his hands 
on me. He was laughing at me. I didn't understand what 
was happening. I tried to make him quit. I tried to 
tell him to stop. It was like my body wasn't working 
right. It was like I was swimming through fog. A thick 
white fog.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

"She invited me in, man, and I asked her to fix us 
some drinks. While she was playing wifey in the 
kitchen, I had a chance to look around. This Andy 
fella had it made, I tell you. He has a sweet cunt 
like Lori and a nice place. She had the house all nice 
and decorated. A regular fuckin' newlywed cottage. 

"She came back with the drinks, as sweet as Donna 
fuckin' Reed, man. Her ass was movin' sweet and I 
couldn't wait to get my hands on her. She sat the 
drinks down and I asked her for a phone book. I had 
already made sure there wasn't one in the living room. 
While she was gone I slipped the roofie in her drink 
just like we did with your sister, Sam.

"When she came back and started drinking her drink, I 
thought I'd cum in my pants every time she took a sip. 
Man, this bitch was making me hard. She wanted to talk 
about Leslie, my fucking slut of a cousin. Leslie 
plays straight now that she's got a job and a new 
husband, but she was fucking us when she was thirteen. 
She was a wild bitch back then and would do anything 
on a dare. I don't know how many times Leslie's given 
me a quick blow or let me pull up her skirt for a 
quick feel. If this bitch was such good friends with 
Leslie, I probably didn't even need the roofies.

"And you know what, Sam, I'm not even sure that they 
worked on her all that much. First of all, I think she 
was hot to fuck anyway. I think probably half of her 
acting dopey was bogus. They sure hit her quicker than 
they did your sister. We were talking one minute, then 
the next she was acting loopy.

"I helped her to the sofa, putting my hands all over 
her ass as we went. This bitch had a nice ass, too. It 
was solid and firm. She fell back hard on the sofa 
like she was woozy. I took her face in my hands and 
looked in her eyes. They were all glazed over and 
unfocused, like when a bitch is so fucked up with 
booze or drugs that you can do almost anything to her. 
Man, that's a sweet sight, ain't it, Sam? Knowing you 
have this bitch right where you want her and you can 
do anything you want to her ass. Sweet!

"I was laughing my ass off, man. You should have heard 
her. She was all, 'What's happening? Please stop. 
Please stop!' Fuckin' delicious man. Every time I'd 
reached out to grab her, she'd try to slap my hands 
away. But it was like she was swimming in slow motion. 

"She had on a nice dress. I pushed her back on the 
couch and ran both my hands up her skirt. Man, ain't 
that sweet, running your hands up the skirt of a 
classy bitch like that? Don't ya just want to push 
them all over and run your hands up their fuckin' 
skirt and take control of their frigid cunts. I 
reached up and grabbed her pantyhose and everything 
and pulled all that shit off of her. I fuckin' hate 
pantyhose. No bitch of mine is ever gonna wear that 
shit. You can't get at their cunts fast enough with 
that shit on.

"Black silky panties, man. That's what she had been 
wearing. Any bitch that wears black panties is just 
begging to be fucked. Just wear a fuckin' mattress on 
your back! They were crusty too. I took those crusty 
fuckin' panties and rubbed them under the bitch's 
nose, taunting her with her own cummy panties. 

"She had me hard as a rock, I don't mind telling you. 
So I pulled her lower on the couch and spread her legs 
out. I didn't even take her dress off, man, or my 
pants. I just whipped it out of the zip. She was 
squirming around but she was fucked up. It was easy to 
spread her out and dick her hard. 

"Lori was a sweet fuck, man, I'll tell you that. She 
was tight, fuck she was tight. Probably because she 
was dry. I had to work to screw this bitch the first 
time, but I was so hot for her I didn't give a shit. I 
knew that after I dumped a load in her that the second 
time around would be sweeter, eh Sam? No better cure 
for a dry cunt than a cum dump, eh bud?

"You should have heard her moaning, Sam. I've fucked 
chicks that were so fucked up that they didn't even 
move. This chick was sweeter than that. She was fucked 
up but her head was rolling around, she was moaning 
hard, and she was squirming underneath me like she was 
trying to get away but couldn't. Fucking fantastic 
piece of ass, man. I pumped that bitch so full of cum 
she was choking on it!"

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

He wouldn't stop. I couldn't get away. The fog kept 
swirling and I kept going in and out of consciousness. 
Sometimes I could see him on top of me; I could feel 
him inside of me, hurting me. I still see him in my 
dreams at night, in my nightmares.

No matter what I did I couldn't get away. I screamed 
inside. Nothing came out. I tried to scratch and hit 
him. My fists bounded off him uselessly. 

Even as he raped me, all I could think about was what 
I was going to tell Andy. How was I going to explain to 
him why I had let this animal into our lives?

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

"The only reason I got off of her was to pull off my 
pants and to pull up her dress higher. My dick wanted 
back in so bad I didn't even lose my boner. That first 
fuck was over too quick, if you know what I mean. Now 
that the heat was off, I just wanted to toy with her.

"I fucked her again, slower this time, but harder too. 
Have you ever tongued a bitch while she was trying to 
resist your kiss? Very nice! Then I pulled her head 
back and looked into her eyes. It was like she wasn't 
hardly there, man. It was like fucking a life-sized 
flesh puppet. Absolute control, mother-fucker. It's 
the first time I've ever felt like that with a bitch. 
She was awake and moving and moaning, but I still had 
absolute control.

"So you know I had to do it. You know what I love. I 
flipped that bitch over and fucked her in the ass 
good. I was brutal with her ass, too. There was no 
reason to hold back. 

"What a sweet ass to fuck! I think she was cherry. 
Every now and then she'd squeeze down on it, but that 
just made it feel better. She couldn't really resist 
me. That's what made it nice. As I rocked her back and 
forth, I could slap her ass and reach underneath and 
really yank on her tits.

"But it was her ass I was in love with. When you have 
a bitch turned over and you're plowing into her ass, you 
own her. She may be married to this other guy, but for 
about three hours that day she was mine. I owned her 
ass. Literally. And I used the bitch up. 

"After I had cum on her ass, I shoved my dick in her 
mouth. That was pretty cool. It was all slimy with my 
cum and smeared with her shit. I still shoved it in 
her mouth. I'm glad I had kissed the bitch before, 
'cause I sure wasn't gonna kiss her after that, eh 
bro?

"You know what I did after that? You're not gonna 
believe this shit. I got something to eat. That's what 
I did! No shit! I raided her icebox, got a beer and 
some coldcuts, and ate as I looked at her moaning on 
the couch. The bitch never shut up.

"Actually, it was cool to listen to her, Sam. I never 
heard a bitch moan that long. As I sat there listening 
to her, I started getting hard again just listening to 
her moan. You think that's weird, Sam? Is it strange 
to just sit there and get a boner listening to her 
suffering?

"It got me going, so I fucked her again. It only 
seemed to get better. The longer I used her, the 
harder I did her, the more I enjoyed it. It's sick I 
know. It felt really whacked out at the time. A real 
rush. That's what it was, Sam. It was a rush being 
able to control her and do anything I wanted.

"She was some other man's wife, but I owned her.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Hours later I started to come out of it. The house was 
dark. I tried to get up, but at first I couldn't. I 
had to lay there in the dark, not knowing if that 
bastard was gone or not. All I knew is that I hurt.

I hurt everywhere. My head hurt, my arms too and 
everything below my waist hurt the worst. I could feel 
his semen. The bastard! I could feel that bastard all 
over me.

I think that's when I quit feeling. At some point, 
when you've felt enough, there's nothing else you can 
feel. I was numb. I just lay there, holding my 
stomach, wishing it would all go away. Wishing I 
didn't have to get up. Wishing he'd come back and kill 
me. I just wanted to die.

Somehow I got through that night and the next. When 
Andy came home, I tried to be the same, but I think he 
knows something is wrong. 

It's hard, especially when he wants to make love. I 
know it's not him, but every time I feel a man touch 
me, I think it's Steve. I can't tell Andy. He'd never 
believe me if I tell him that I invited someone home 
after a wedding. Andy has a streak of jealousy. He'd 
never forgive me if he knew that on his first trip 
away from home I brought another man into his house.

Two weeks ago, I missed my period. Today, the home 
pregnancy test confirmed it. Andy has to go out of 
town again on a trip soon. I may have to get an 
abortion while he's gone. I can't stand the thought 
being made pregnant by the man that raped me. I'm not 
that strong.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

"So Sam ... dude ...I'm telling you, we can do this. 
We can get away with it. After I was done with her, I 
went through her shit. I found an extra key to her 
place. It had a fuckin' label on it, man. And get this 
shit. Cousin Leslie happened to mention in 
conversation that Lori's ol' man is going on another 
business trip.

"We can do this, Sam. She didn't tell anybody the 
first time. She won't tell anybody this time. We can 
go in masks or something. I don't give a shit. I just 
got to have this bitch again. I'm telling you, it's 
prime pussy!"