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Subject: STORYbyMISTY: Repairman's Bad Habit(M/f;nc.sodomy-blasphemy)
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The following story contains violence and sex, combined. (yikes!)
Due to its content, it should not be read by anyone.  PARTICULARLY anyone who
is under 21, either in age or IQ.  Also, if your locale does not recognize the
first amendment to the US Constitution (for instance, if you live in parts of
Georgia or Iowa), you may be forbidden to read on. Check your local laws, and
ALWAYS, I mean ALWAYS vote Libertarian.  Also, you are NOT encouraged to try
this with your girlfriend. Trust me, guys, she'll get pissed and it won't be
worth it.  

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Repairman's Bad Habit
 Checking his identification badge, Theresa let the computer repair technician
in, and showed him to her tiny study. When he moved the mouse, the "floating
crucifix" screensaver disappeared, yielding to a "modem not responding" error
message. "Where does the computers line meet up with your phone jack, Ma'am?"
He asked, looking around the cluttered office. 
    "It's right down there" she gestured, kneeling on the soft carpeting to
move some stuff out of the way.  Her robe rose upward, exposing the bottom
clefts of her ample buttocks to his gaze.
   Suddenly, Theresa stiffened.  His hands were on her, holding her down and
pushing the robe up to her shoulders, exposing her unremarkable panties.  "What
do you think you're doing!"  She exclaimed.  In answer, he brutally ripped her
panties from her body. "Dear God!  Let me up!  You must let me go!!!!"
   "Do not scream, or you will be hurt."  His free hand had already begun to
gently explore her naked ass, wide open for him to do with as he pleased.  She
could not even lift her head to look back.  "You've got a very nice ass, Ma'am.
 I think I'll go in there."  
   What?  Had she heard him right?  What did he mean, "go in there?"  Suddenly
his strong hand went to the underside of her breasts, lifting her from the
floor.  He carried her into the bedroom, losing the robe along the way.  She
was tossed face down on the unmade waterbed.
   Theresa closed her eyes, sobbing gently.  Suddenly, he was parting the fine,
smooth cheeks of her butt with both hands.  She felt a strained wetness come to
her cunt lips.  His hands were so strong.  Then, one finger began pressing
firmly into her sphincter.  Theresa cried out, but the finger wove inward,
terrifying her into silence as it slid all the way into her asshole.  So
smoothly had it entered her, she realized that it had been coated with some
sort of grease.  
   While he worked the finger in and out a few times, she looked back over her
shoulder to see that he had unzipped his fly and was moving to straddle her
buttocks.  Theresa glimpsed his throbbing erection, and gasped with horror and
self-pity.  Why did it have to be so large and menacing?  "Such a beautiful ass
needs a real fucking." He remarked as he withdrew his greasy finger, hands
returning to the meaty cheeks of her rump.
   Her vulnerability washed over Theresa like a tidal wave now; now that he had
made his intentions crystal clear.  He was going to sodomize her, and there was
nothing Theresa could do to prevent this anal rape.  And she knew that her ass
was presented to him in the most perfect way:  Nude, face down on the water
bed, straddled between his thighs.
   "Beautiful cheeks, like white melons, so perfect."  His hands peeled the
ass-cheeks wide apart.  Then his massive cockhead pressed at the Vaseline
smeared hole between them.  With one crude thrust, he went right home!
   "My GOD!"  Theresa screamed.
   For his huge cock had somehow impaled her.  Her head thrashed this way and
that.  But he drew his cock outward, then rammed in again, this time even
deeper.
   The rape was slow.  The tightness of her asshole was making her body twitch
with sharp stabs of agony as he tore deeper into her butt.  Stroking faster
now, the anal rapist was turning her insides into molten jello.  Theresa felt
the head of his mighty penis force its way right up under her tits.
   The thick shaft slipped up and down, faster and faster.  The rapist pumped
his groin into her soft buttocks, again and again.  As the rhythm became hard
and steady, the bed would sway and deliver her buttocks back against his
forward thrusts.  Their flesh slapped together loudly as the woman had the
breath knocked from her lungs on each forward thrust. "Oooh, Oooh, Oooh."
   She began to panic at the viciousness of his assault.  Her fingers clawed at
the silk sheets as she tried desperately to pull herself away.  He circled his
arms beneath her, hugging her tightly as he continued to increase the tempo of
his lunges.  His huge hands clawed each tit and she freaked out from the
additional pain.  
   Suddenly he thrust his cock as deeply as he could, just as a burst of
adrenaline made her beat her tiny fists on the mattress, and squirm about as
much as she could beneath him.  Theresa clenched her buttocks tight around his
penis as it suddenly expanded within her.  She opened her mouth to scream, but
only emitted a series of squeaks as her own orgasm slammed unexpectedly into
her.  The throbbing walls of her bowels collapsed onto his spurting pecker,
massaging it in the most unholy way as it filled her colon to the brim with
semen, some of it overflowing and leaking out of her clutching sphincter ring
to drip down onto the already drooling lips of her unfilled vagina.
    The afterglow of her strange orgasm faded before her breathing had even
returned to normal.  "You liked that too much." Said the man.  "After you suck
me back hard-up again, we'll fuck face to face, in your pussy!"
   "Nooooooo!  You have to Goooo!!!!" she whined.  "I can't take anymore, you
almost killed me.  I'll scream!"
   "In your mouth, and then up your snatch."  He said, pulling out of her butt
and letting gobs of semen run out of her anus before the traumatized muscle
could begin to recover and re-seal itself.  "And one scream will earn you a
broke neck!  Now open those pretty lips…"
    As the greasy, foul, semi-erect phallus pushed past her pouting but
unresisting lips, her mind reverted to the only defense she had left.  "Yea
though I walk through the valley of death, I fear no evil…." The invading rod
grew harder; pushed deeper.  "The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want…."  Her
jaws began to strain as they were pushed farther apart by the expanding,
advancing meat.  "Our Father, who art in Heaven…"  With his beastly pelvis
grinding into her nose and lips, the head of the penis had ventured far past
the place in her mouth which ought to have made her gag.  Through sheer
strength and focus she was able to overcome the gag reflex;  Jesus was walking
with her, she was certain now.  
    She suddenly noticed that she could neither taste nor smell what was
certainly the foulest thing ever to venture near her face.  And she was no
longer afraid.  She knew now that she would somehow survive this ordeal--it was
now just a matter of endurance.  As he began to pump brutally in and out of her
face, she sucked on it as best she could--hoping if she swallowed the seed from
him he wouldn't have the strength needed to assail her intact maidenhead.  But
it was not to be.  After just a few minutes of the awful oral rape, he
reluctantly retreated--quickly scampering between her legs.
   Still, the Lord had worked in mysterious ways, somehow flooding her usually
bone dry lady-place with slick lubrication, making the penetration all but
painless.  Still, there was some blood involved, and this seemed to surprise
the man.  "You're a virgin?"  His voice incredulous.  He had noticed the touch
of gray at her temples, figured her to be in her late 30s.
   "Yes, of course.  I'm married to Jesus!"  He stopped in mid stroke.
   "You are a nun?!!!" She gasped.
   "Yes, my son.  And I'll pray for your forgiveness." He began to apologize
profusely.  "It's OK, my son. If you repent the Lord will forgive even this."
He was about to pull back, ashamed that his erection remained firm in light of
this new development.  But her hands came down and cupped his buttocks, holding
him firmly inside her.  "You cannot undo that which has already been done. The
sin is just as bad if kept in your mind as it is if acted upon. So you might as
well satisfy the evil urges on me and hope that it rids you of the demons
inside you. "  And so, sobbing, he continued to consummate this unholiest of
unions.

---M
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