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 When I was in the Army stationed at a remote military base in Northern
California, I met a divorced woman of 31 who had two children.  She was the
first woman I met who was both mentally unhinged coupled with a warped idea
of sex.  She was both available and attractive which made her desired by
many men married and single.  She knew this better than I and would tell me
"But I had to pick a Private!" She was one of those women who could walk
into any bar and have any man she wanted.  I know this is true of most
women but she would be the first choice of most men and that made her
different.  I used this fact to stimulate her by telling her how men wanted
to fuck her.  I created a fictional male character so as we listened to
slow pop music from the forties and early fifties I would whisper to her in
detail how many ways this man wanted to fuck her.  Soon she would be
squirming on the sofa and digging her fingers into my thigh.  She was
easily turned on by talk.

   She could not handle alcohol very well and her personality would change
after a few drinks from a reserved and conservative woman into a hotheaded
aggressive bitch.  She was a small woman, perhaps five foot tw0 and slim
weighing I would guess less than a hundred pounds.  She had small breasts,
waist and hips but everything was in proportion.

   I met her one night at a local bar called "The Blue Room".  We had a few
drinks together and later that night I went home with her.  She had been
drinking enough for her to lose some inhibitions and while necking on the
sofa, we reached the stage where I had her small breasts exposed and was
fondling and caressing them while concentrating my attention on her
nipples. She was breathing heavy and when her knees separated I began to
caress her leg slowly upward until I was gently squeezing the softness of
her inner thigh.  I felt her legs open wider given me total access to her
crouch.  Her moans were loud as we kissed passionately my hand reached her
silk covered pussy and cupped her prominent pussy mound.  I began to run my
fingers down over her pussy and could feel the dampness of her soaked
panties.  Even from the confines of her position on the sofa she pressed
her hips up against my hand.

   I picked her up off the sofa and carried her to the bedroom just steps
away.  I didn't hesitate but climbed on top of her pushing her legs apart I
opened my fly and taking my dick in hand I pulled her panties to one side
and placed my dick at the entrance of her vagina.  Then the unexpected.

   She yelled "Stop, we can't do this, were not married!"

   Of course I stopped, after all I knew right from wrong and at my age I
still had the John Wayne complex of always doing the right thing but I have
to say that I was very pissed-off.  I returned to the living room tucking
my hard aching dick back in my pants and sat down on the sofa.  After
adjusting her clothes, she came sat down beside me and rubbing my arm she
asked.

   "Why did you stop?"

   "I stopped" I said.  "because you asked me too."

   "A woman may say stop when they don't really want you to stop".

   "Are you like that?" I asked.

   "Sometimes" she answered her eyes looking down at the floor.

   I turned back to her and grabbing her legs pulled her ass down to the
edge of the sofa and with both hands stripped her panties off her body. 
She cried out but not loud and not in distressed.  Still pissed, I took my
dick in hand and rammed it into her dripping cunt.  She cried out "Stop. 
It hurts" but by now I knew she wanted to be forced, so I shifted her legs
and drove my dick deep into the folds of her vagina.

   She whimpered "We can't do this were not married!"

   I just fucked her harder.  I was angry.  She was the first woman I had
met who was truly fucked up.  So, becoming a mad man myself I ripped at her
blouse tearing buttons off and threw her shirt open and lifted her bra up
over the top of her breasts.  As I fucked her, I leaned down and taking her
nipple in my teeth I pulled her nipple until her breast stood out.  She was
moaning with passion so before letting go of her nipple I bit down hard. 
She began to orgasm immediately and was fucking me back hard bucking her
hips like she had not fucked in years.  I suddenly understood what this was
all about.  She liked force and pain.  Pain made her feel real and pain was
part of her need to be taken by force, not loved, but raped.  Since she
liked pain, I gave her pain.  I bit her other nipple and slapped her across
the face all the time trying to drive my cock all the way into her womb. 
She was moaning and calling me names as I continued to drive her ass into
the sofa.  She became louder and being afraid that she would wake her
children I put my hand over her mouth.  Strangely enough me pinning her
down and holding my hand over her mouth, while still fucking her hard
caused her to climax again.  All of this in a matter of minutes.

   I pulled out of her, picked her up off the sofa and pushed her face
forward over the arm of the sofa.  She was still jerking from her orgasm
when I buried my dick as far and as hard as possible into her cunt from
behind.  I was now out of control with lust as I grabbed a handful of her
short black hair and pulled hard used it as a leverage to slam my hips
against her pussy over and over while bending my knees to power each
thrust. I was still trying to hurt her even though she was now limp and
bent over the arm of the sofa.  I could feel my dick swell and suddenly I
began to pump semen into the back of her pussy, spurting into the walls of
her cunt hard and fast as only a young man can.

   As I was leaving that night she was throwing thing at me including words
a woman rarely used.  At one point she hit me over the head with a silver
serving tray.  I ignored her rage because I had gotten what I wanted and
had learned that she had a rape fantasy mixed with a masochists need for
pain to be sexually fulfilled.  Being forced to have sex also justified to
her having sex without it being her fault.  She was a very unstable woman.
Each time I met with her after that it would be a repeat of the first time
with the exception that following the first night it took more abuse for
her to orgasm each time we fucked.  When she didn't have an orgasm her rage
would be more violent.  I could only come over when asked and I knew as
soon as I got there what she wanted.  When she was not drinking we could be
good friends.  If she had already begun to drink I knew she wanted sex and
I would start becoming rough with her immediately.  This roughness was not
harsh punishment intent on causing her real pain but did consist of
pushing, squeezing her breasts and calling her names.  After a couple of
months, it was beginning to bother me mentally and I become quiet and
irritable and would try and stay away from her.

   Once during this period, she claimed to be pregnant.  This upset me
greatly as three of the last four women I had sex with tried the same
tactic.  Each seemed to sense when I was pulling away and claiming
pregnancy was a ploy that worked quite well before birth control pills.  I
did stay away for a few weeks and discussed the situation with a married
friend named Stanley.  Stanley's wife was one of the most undesirable women
I ever met, her body was round from breasts to stomach and coupled with
being mentally slow I never understood why Stanley married her.  Yet, I
knew some of my fellow soldiers were fucking her.  I was told by one man
that he would make her get under the kitchen table and give him a blow-job.

   One day the divorcee contacted me and asked me to come over.  She
explained that her fiancée was returning from Washington, D.C.  in two days
and she wanted to say goodbye.  Knowing this was the last time I would see
her I asked Stanley if he was interested in coming with me and he said,
"Hell Yes".

   She had arranged for her friend across the street to watch her children
and as soon as we got to her house she immediately started playing one of
her games.  When I tapped on her door she said.

   "You can't come in...  go away!"

   The house was simply built and small so I just stepped back and hit the
door with my shoulder.  She had been standing behind the door and busting
the door open caused her to be thrown back against the wall where she slid
down into a sitting position.  Her eyes were glazed either from the bump
against the wall or the alcohol she had consumed.  We moved in together and
slipped a mask over her eyes; picked her up and took her to her bedroom
before she could react.  Stanley took one arm and I the other and we tied
her wrists to the vertical poles that ran the length of her headboard.  The
bed was a standard size and as we had planned Stanley was on one side of
the bed and I on the other.  Each time she objected or tried to kick us I
would slap her in the face.  I began to whisper softly in her ear to calm
her down as Stanley and I began to stroke her from her neck across her
breasts and down her legs.  This calmed her for a few minutes and as we
stroked her we began to unbutton her top.  She suddenly realized that there
were two men working on her and she began to freak.

   "You can't do this!  I'm getting married in two days" Who is that with
you?" With her hands tied above her head she had only her legs to fight us
with and her defense was not effective so it didn't take long before we had
her stripped to her bra and panties.

   Her bra buckled from the back so Stanley took a pocket knife and cut her
bra off with three quick cuts.  She had small breasts but they did stick
out nicely from her rib cage.  I think they were well suited for a woman of
thirty-one.  All this time she was complaining and getting louder so I told
Stanley "pinch her tit until she shuts up."

   Stanley in his excitement pinched her much harder than our play rape
needed.  All the hitting and slapping to this point had been more symbolic
than painful.  He pinched and twisted her tit so hard it caused her to lose
her breath and sent an electrical shock of pain through her body.  She was
thrashing on the bed as if she was having a convulsion.  Her legs were
flying and her body twisting and she was screaming in agony.  I was able to
cover her mouth and told Stanley "not so damn hard!" He nodded his
understanding.

   Stanley, who was now standing at the foot of the bed looking at her said
"she is a boney little bitch."

   "Yes," I said.  "but she loves to fuck.  "Don't you honey" as I leaned
toward her ear.  She starter to say no when I griped the same tit as
Stanley had squeezed and applied just a little pressure.

   "Yes, she said, Yes, I' like to be fucked."

   Still holding her nipple, I told her if you don't want to be hurt again
tell us what you want?

   "Oh God," she said, "Please don't hurt me"

   I told her this is the man I told you about who has always wanted to
fuck you, he has even masturbated thinking about fucking you.  She shivered
with anticipation but continued to object.

   Using both hands Stanley pulled her panties down and threw them in the
pile containing her other clothes.  Stanley's was busy removing his own
clothes as I took a long look at her as I had never seen her in such a
vulnerable position.  She was small and looked almost frail, yet did have
reasonable muscle tone.  Because she had a small waist and was laying on
her back her pelvic bone stuck out above her flat stomach making her pussy
look bigger.  The hair around her pussy was black and neatly trimmed.  Not
the greatest body, I thought, yet she was a very inviting sight.

   Stanley was at the foot of the bed and I moved over to catch her other
nipple in my thumb and finger.  As I applied a small amount of pressure I
told her "Now open your legs wide so this nice man can eat your pussy." She
has a look of distaste on her face so I applied more pressure and her legs
flew apart as if I had unlocked a door.

   I had previously told Stanley to leave as many love bites and marks on
her as possible, I wanted to make it hard for her to explain to her new
husband all the sex marks that she had accumulated during his four-month
absence.  Once she explained to me that one of the problems she had with
her ex-husband was he was not good in bed, when I asked about her fiancée
she said "Oh we have not done that we are not married" I really believed
that he had not gotten any yet.  I was thinking he is going to be surprised
when he gets on top of this weird bitch.  Stanley was licking and sucking
every inch above her knees, while I took the opportunity to pull her head
toward me and begin to kiss her and leave love marks on her like a
neckless. She moaned and cried out but it was not in pain.  Stanley reached
her pussy and began licking her outer lips and stabbing into her cunt with
his tongue, his face practically buried in her cunt.  I took a quick look
at her face and she no longer had a look of distaste on her face instead
she was moaning softly and her face was blushing with pleasure.  Stanley
licked, nibbled and sucked on the lips of her cunt and I thought based on
her reaction Stanley may have been the first one to go oral on her. 
Sometime during all this I think she considered herself being forced to
have sex, so in her mind she could now enjoy it without quilt.  It was not
long before she was pushing her hips into Stanley's face and enclosing his
head between her thighs with her legs thrown over his shoulders.

   I was distracted by a noise and walked back to check the door and by the
time I came back Stanley was pushing his dick between the lips of her cunt.
Unfortunately, Stanley was too excited from the situation for as soon as he
gained entry into her he was cumings, moaning and cussing.  He left her
covered in cum from her pussy to her ass.  She began laughing as Stanley
crawled off her very much humiliated.

   Under control Stanley walked into the bathroom and after heating a wash
cloth, came back and gently washed her nasty pussy.  Then it was my turn.
"Remember this dick honey" I said, as I pushed into her well-greased pussy.
"No one else is going to put up with your shit like I have." I took my last
ride on her and her lack of response reminded me of a young married woman I
had recently been with who seemed to always be hot for a fuck but never
really seemed to enjoy it.

   I felt that she fucked like an older married woman who fucked her
husband because it was expected of her.  I finished with about as much
excitement as she had shown.  But as you know for a man there is no such
thing as a bad piece of ass.  When I got off her Stanley was standing there
naked holding his dick.  He had to have the elusive 8 inch or longer dick
that most men talk about but very few outside of porn stars have.  When
Stanley again crawled between her legs she became upset again yelling "No,
No, No".  "Please no more...  leave me alone!" Stanley's dick must have
been at least two inches longer than mine and it is said that the average
woman's vagina is between five and seven inches long.  At that point a
cervix blocks the entry to the womb.  When a man's penis is longer than the
vagina he bumps into the cervix and this causes a pain deep inside a woman
that can soon become a mixture of pain and pleasure.  Woman are sometimes
quoted as saying it hurts good.  He slid his dick about half way into her
well lubricated cunt and hesitated; shifting his position and bracing his
body on his arms, he suddenly slammed his dick forward and buried it to the
depth of her vagina all the way to the end.  She screamed in pain as both
her legs flew up to the sides of his body and she tried to jerk her hands
free of the binds on her wrists her head swinging side to side.

   Stanley left his dick buried deep in her pussy while she wiggled like a
fish on a hook.  As soon a she quieted down he pulled his dick out a few
inches and slammed it back into her again.  This time she didn't scream
quiet as loud but she did continue to groan, moan, and whimper.

   Stanley moved to lay flat on top of her his arms cradling her head.  He
began to pump his butt up and down as fast as he could be stabbing his dick
all the way in and half way out.  In a few minutes she began to change. 
You have to remember she has a rape fantasy that to her has just become
real.  She is tied up; blindfolded, and a stranger is fucking her hard.  On
top of that she is a masochist who is turned on by pain and even normal
women feel the pleasure and pain of a deep fuck.  Stanley continued his
assault on her pussy as she wrapped her ankles around his lower legs for
leverage and began to lift her hips returning thrust for thrust.  She was
moaning louder and louder as she climbed her way to an orgasm, her grunts
when he hit bottom and moans when he pulled back became a rhythmic cadence
to their dance.  When it became evident that she was ready to orgasm
Stanley again braced his body up with his arms on each side of her head. 
This enabled him to make sure she was receiving the full length of his
cock. He slammed into her crouch time after time and each time he was fully
inserted she would grunt loudly "Oh My God", Oh My God" I could see her
breathing increase and her breasts and nipples becoming larger.  She was
nearing orgasm with each stroke and I could see redness appearing on her
face and breasts and even the auroras surrounding her breasts enlarged.  On
her face was an expression of pain and pleasure.  Abruptly, she held her
breath; the muscles of her legs started to quiver, her stomach appeared to
cramp into a knot and suddenly her legs shot up on each side of Stanley's
hips and for a couple of seconds she appeared paralyzed.  Then she seemed
to explode as wave after wave of pure pleasure raced through her body.  She
was whimpering and crying out "Oh God.  Oh Shit.  Oh God" as her head was
thrown back her eyes open and glazed.

   Stanley was snorting and sweating as he labored above her still driving
deep into the depths of her pussy.  She continued to cum and grew more
active as she now fought back against the pounding dick.  Then came the
end. Stanley slammed his dick as far as possible into her cunt and grunted
loudly as he began to shoot his sperm further back into her then anyone
ever before.  I could see his butt muscles tighten as he shot load after
load into her.  She must have felt his dick growing and just before he
released his sperm she held her hips up tight against his pelvic and her
body would shutter each time his sperm splashed off the entrance to her
womb.  I thought this woman is getting pregnant at this moment.

   They both collapsed and Stanley lay on her while tremors shook both
their bodies.  When Stanley pulled out of her it was if a dam had broken
loose as cum streamed out of her open cunt and ran down past her ass and
onto the bed.  She lay there as we got dressed her legs still spread, her
cunt red and swollen still open as if a dick was still in her.  Her hips
raising and falling as if she was still fucking.  I looked at our work and
saw the hickeys that covered her neck, breasts, and thighs and thought how
are you ever going to explain this when you get married in thirty-six
hours.

   Stanley left the bedroom and stood outside the front door waiting.  I
moved up to her and kissed her on the lips and was somewhat surprised when
she returned the kiss.  I untied her right hand, told her goodbye and
followed Stanley outside.  It would not take her long to remove the
blindfold and untie the other hand.  By then we would be gone.

   I never saw her again but have often wondered how her sex life was after
her fantasy night was over and the likelihood of it ever happening again
was as lost in time as the night itself.