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(M+/F, wife, nc, rp, husb-voy, inc, rom) *** Author Note: Do not read if cruelty in a sex story offends you. *** The best way to read these stories is to have something available that will get you closer to nasty sex. Have some porno pictures nearby that help you with your version of the story; are there any panties in the waiting to be laundered? Bring a pair to your computer and let the smell of cunt elevate your arousal; or you can taste the beads of pre-cum from the end of your cock—try it, it's a turn on if you can get into it. I've been doing things like this for years around fantasies of my wife getting laid by other men. My first wife actually did it. My second wife was too uptight and wouldn't even entertain a fantasy. My third and current wife, much younger than me, is what this story is about—and it's not the usual stuff. Cassie is 33, I'm 57. She really is very sweet and pretty—low on glamour—you know, sexiness, the full figure, big tits, etc. She's the opposite—the girl next door with small tits and a petite figure, except that she's a very pretty, soap and shampoo-smelling girl. I tried to interest her in some freaky fantasies, but she withdrew. It wasn't until a month or so later that she told me she'd been sexually abused by an uncle when she was 11. On one occasion he brought over some friends and they gang banged her. As a teen she became really promiscuous, quite common I understand for girls who are sexually abused. The upshot of this was I never tried to get her into bed with someone else. It's always been quite vanilla, except for some outside stuff. This story is short really. No point in wasting time. True it is and recent. Cassie came home late about two weeks ago. She went out with her friend Bethany. Midnight came and she hadn't called. I lay on the couch and fell asleep. A noise woke me and I looked at the clock. It was 3:00 a.m. I was a bit slow to realize that the hall light had been switched on and there was only silence. "Is that you Cassie," I called, but no answer. Now I was alert and silently moved across the living room that led to the hallway. Cautiously I peeked around the corner and there was Cassie, knuckles to her mouth, head down, and trembling in silent tears. Her blonde hair was out of its ponytail, and hung veiling her face from the side. I was very concerned about her. I love her very much and would do anything to protect her. "What happened, Cassie?" I stood in front of her and gently held her heaving shoulders. She didn't say anything until I took her in my arms and held her. She was still biting her knuckles and sniffling. "You'll hate me," she wailed. "No I won't. Tell me." Piece by piece she told me that she and Bethany had hooked up with 6 guys at the club. They were all invited to go to the apartment of one of them—a guy called Rob. Cassie and Bethany sat on a love seat and the guys sat around. The conversation turned to sex talk. One of the guys asked Bethany if she'd ever kissed a girl. She shamelessly admitted she had. They asked Cassie who said she hadn't. Apparently Beth turned to her with mischief in her eyes and asked Cassie if she wanted to try it; and then that was it. Now you've got to understand that Cassie has always has a penchant for voyeuristic stuff—the risk of being seen. We've fucked in parks and parkades, and a few places in between. This is when Cassie has really big orgasms. Well apparently and bit of this kicked in when she and Bethany locked lips and the guys started whooping. Next thing they're both groping each other over their clothes. Cassie said she got very horny and then Bethany whispered in her ear that they should have a competition. Each of them would fuck three guys and see which one of them could make all three of them cum the fastest. Bethany's hands were doing just what was needed to caress a yes out of Cassie. Bethany turned to the guys, a couple of whom were already hard and touching themselves over their pants. When she told them what the game would be, the guys were whooping even more and were ready to go. The winning three would get to have another night with whichever girl won. The guys didn't like the idea at first, saying that all they'd get was a quickie. Beth resolved the problem by saying, without Cassie's agreement, that for that night all the guys could slow fuck them afterwards as much as they wanted. The guys split into teams. Bethany's team took her over to a matching love seat, pulled her panties off, lifted her dress and positioned her so that they could easily fuck her from a kneeling position. The guys with Cassie did the same. Cassie said there was a part of her panicking by then and wanted it to stop. Another part of her, she admitted, was back in those promiscuous teen years and aching for sex: "Feeling like a slut," she called it. The guys were jerking themselves off to almost orgasm before the start. Someone called it and the first guys plunged into the girls, their legs spread wide and pelvis's pumping madly to bring the guys off quick. The last of Bethany's team pulled out, leaving his load inside her as Cassie's last guy started to spill his sperm into her belly. Then it was into the slow fucking for a couple of hours. Cassie said she didn't cum during the competition, but had more orgasms than she could recall after that. For her, being filled like a slut was an overwhelming aphrodisiac that made her almost catatonic with pleasure. So the confession was over and I was still holding her tenderly. What Cassie didn't know was how much a part of my fantasy life this was. For three years I'd spared her the trauma of even mentioning it. She was still sniffling and sobbing quietly, apologizing for what she'd done. I was over the moon and rock hard, but slightly pulled away from her so she couldn't tell. "No need to apologize, Cassie. It's okay!" "What do you mean, it's okay?" I was already up her skirt in my imagination and exploring her messy crotch with my hand, my fingers. "Look, I'll show you." I kissed her full on her soft lips and slipped her my passionate tongue. She responded immediately and gasped for air. My hand went down and slid up her thighs. She clamped her legs together, twisted away and cried, "No!" And then in an embarrassed and faltering whisper, "I didn't wash." "That's just the way I want it," I hissed menacingly in her ear. I grabbed a handful of her hair and jerked her head back, crushing her lips with mine. "You felt like a slut. Now I'll tell you, you are a fucking slut!" With my knees and hand I forced her legs apart and found the sticky, heavy mess in her crotch. She was crying hard now. "Bitch! Shut the fuck up! Spread your legs you fucking whore!" I ordered. It was as if another part of me had taken over. I was down on my knees hiking up her skirt and plunging my face, my mouth, my lips, my tongue, into the sperm of six guys oozing out of her. I'd become like an animal and I was making noises like an animal. Cassie was protesting and pushing my head with her hand at first and then at some point all that changes and she was pulling on my head and grinding her pussy into my mouth. I had the crotch of her panties pulled to one side and my tongue was plumbing the warm, wet, musky depths of her fucked hole. Suddenly she came— big! Real big! She was twisting like a tormented demon against the wall, her pelvis thrusting against my face. I came up and looked her full in the eyes, grinding my teeth. "Slut!" I snapped, and grabbed another handful of hair. I dragged her to our bed, threw her on it and forced myself between her thighs. I'd dropped my pants and released a fucking huge hard on. I was as stiff as a pole. Cassie was still fighting me, but I pulled her panties to one side and impaled her twisting body with one enormous thrust. Something had changed in me. It was as if I were watching myself. Cassie was crying and her tears aroused me even more. My arms were under her shoulders; I had two handfuls of her hair, pulling her head back and using it as leverage to pound deeper, harder. I was spewing all manner of profanities and forcing her to call herself "bitch," "slut," "whore". And then I was there: a deep-groaning, howling, orgasm that I forced into her body as deep as I could go. There's no other way of describing it. I raped her and it satisfied me. It satisfied me that she had been violated by six men before me. She cried herself to sleep in my arms. I slept well and awoke to the intercom. When I got to it, it was still buzzing. It was Rob from the night before. He was dropping off an earring Cassie had lost in his apartment. I let him in and called him up. When I got to the bedroom, Cassie was waking and disoriented. I kissed her roughly and told her that Rob was on his way up and that we were both going to fuck her. I let Rob in and led him to the bedroom where Cassie was curled and frightened against the headboard. "I know what happened last night," I told Rob. "She loves cock, so she'd going to get it." I taunted her with touch and then dragged her by the ankles down the bed. She was in tears again as I told Rob to get his pants off and fuck her. Rob only hesitated a moment before dropping his pants and climbing on the bed between her thighs. He was clearly aroused to the max at the idea of raping Cassie. I'm quite big, but he was bigger than me—fatter. His cock spread her pussy and I stayed mesmerized by the sick sight of him thrusting into her like a monster, her cries only fuelling his passion further. "Fuck my slut! Fuck my whore wife!" I urged him. And then soon it was over as he emptied into her with thrusting groans that sounded like pain. Rob rolled off and I went next with a force I never knew was in me. I was surprised as I was rising to orgasm to see that Cassie was riding a huge orgasmic wave. The struggle and the crying stopped. "Oh My God! Yesssssssss! Fuck me!" And then she joined me with five or six astounding thrusts of her pelvis. Rob was hard again watching it all and he did her again. This time she came with him. Rob left and I raped her once more. She orgasmed, too. Since then, I've brought around four of the original six guys. The others were freaked out by it. I've also had three of my friends over to rape her. But for a class act, I got in touch with her rapist uncle who was more than eager to drive for two hours to pound his cock once more into my pretty Cassie. I have two guys—one her older brother—coming over tonight. The sheets are a smelly mess and Cassie's pussy is always oozing cum. I'm never hungry. END ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life in anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider seeking professional help. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 75