8 comments/ 174243 views/ 6 favorites B is For Bang By: Literace This is a (slight) continuation of "A Is For Anal". It is not totally necessary to read that before this, although my personal view is that you should. Like all the stories that will come in this 'alphabet' series, this story is largely true although names of people and places have been changed and it is set in the current age although they happened to me over the past twenty five years. Bon appetit! So there I am in the staff room of Peroni's Nightclub, my trousers and boxers pooled at my ankles, with the beautiful Julie - slightly sweaty, but now properly attired- beside me when my wife Angela walks in. Actually, to be exact, she was my soon-to-be-ex-wife, after I caught her in bed fucking my former-best-friend. Angela stopped abruptly - and her jaw hit the floor. She took in the angelic body that is Julie, flicked across to my softening cock and then back to Julie. For a brief instant anger flashed across her eyes, before she recalled her own infidelity and forced herself to swallow her ire. "Who's this?" she asked, nodding at Julie. "This is a close friend of mine, Julie. Julie this is my ex Angela," I introduced them to each other as though this was an every day occurrence. Angela glanced at my cock again. "A very close friend, I see!" she said. I shrugged. "What's good for the goose. . ." I had Angela over a barrel; she could hardly criticise me for doing what she had been caught doing. She acknowledged this and said: "Can we talk? In private?" Julie smoothed her skirt, tossed her hair into that tousled look and smiled at me. "Hey, don't mind me, I was going anyway." She kissed me then, her tongue darting between my lips, her hand snaking down to give my cock a farewell squeeze. "Catch you later," she breathed, forcing blood to start pumping around my groin again. I watched her sashay out of the staff room, then bent to re-fix my trousers. For a short time there was silence, and knowing how uncomfortable that would make my cheating wife feel I refused to break it. She coughed, swallowed, licked her lips; and finally spoke. "Look, is there some place we can go, you know sit down for a chat?" "The Function Suite is empty, we could go there only. . ." I checked my watch. "It'll have to wait till I've finished. Half past one?" She nodded her assent, and I strolled past her and out into the club, where I stood with the guys at the door, and told them what had just happened. They didn't believe me at first, but something in my manner made them realise I wasn't shitting them. I could tell by their faces that they were being eaten up by jealousy. I smirked to myself. The remainder of the evening was trouble-free and uneventful and by twenty past one we had the doors shut and locked. Myself, and the other doormen Barney, Barry and John, did a final sweep of the cloakrooms and corridors as we made our way back upstairs to the bar for a couple of refreshing pints. It was only as I downed the first that I remembered Angela, presumably still sitting in the function suite waiting for me. I sighed heavily and started across the dance floor. "Where you off?" called Barry I shrugged helplessly, said the one word 'Angela' and pointed to the function suite doors which was enough for the guys to get the picture. Inside the suite, the house lights were all off leaving just the white emergency lights to show that Angela was sat against the far wall, drinking and smoking. I decided there was no point in beating around the bush. "What do you want Angela?" I asked. She went to reply, then her lips started to tremble, her eyes filled and she just let go; huge wailing sobs that at first embarrassed me, but then - almost against my will- made me feel for her. I sat down next to her, handed her my handkerchief and waited for her to stop crying and start talking. Eventually she did - and it was pretty much what I expected. She was so, SO, sorry, it was a stupid one-off mistake. It was dumb - SHE was dumb. Could I ever forgive her and so on and so forth. After about five minutes of non-stop apologising and grovelling she tailed off. I had yet to say anything. I let the silence hang around for a good twenty seconds before I spoke. "You've hurt me Angela. I mean really hurt me. I don't know if I can forgive you." "Please, Kenny, please!" she implored. "I'll do anything you want, just give me another chance." Anything? She did just say anything, didn't she? A nasty thought crossed my mind - a way to punish her and get my rocks off at the same time. I looked at her and made my decision. "Wait here a minute," I said. She was puzzled but sat still as I left and returned to the main bar, to the guys. I pulled them to one side. "How would you guys like a bit of ass?" I asked. "Is Julie still here?" Barney asked glancing aound. I shook my head. "But my wife is. I'm gonna' teach her a lesson and you guys can be part of it, if you want to that is." All three of them nodded their heads rapidly - huge grins on their faces. I motioned for them to follow me into the function suite. Angela was still where I had left her, still dabbing at her eyes with the handkerchief. She looked puzzled and extremely wary when she spotted the four of us coming over to her. She looked at me, her eyes questioning. "Right, you said you'll do anything for my forgiveness?" She nodded, slowly and unsurely. "Cool." I started to unzip my flies as I sat down next to her. Realisation began to dawn on her. "No, Kenny, you can't be serious? In front of the guys?" I nodded. "Take your skirt and your panties off, get down on your knees and start sucking my cock. Oh, and keep sucking until I come, because tonight, my darling wife, you are going to swallow my cum all the way down." "Okay, okay I'll do it - but not in front of them." I shook my head. "I want them to see you suck me off. I want them to see the pussy that you gave to my best friend and then, Angela. . . And then I want them to experience what I experienced with Julie before you walked in on us. Now show them your cunt. With a sob, she got up and shucked off her jacket. Fumblingly she undid her skirt clasp and stepped out of it. Underneath she was wearing the white panties and garter set I had bought her for Christmas. The other guys nodded their heads in approval at the delicious sight before them. "Now the panties," I ordered. With great reluctance, she pulled them down and off revealing her bushy auburn pussy. ( I swear that at this point Barney actually started to drool). I pointed my hard cock up at her and she got down on her knees, took a deep breath and started to suck me off. God it felt good. "Very nice, honey, keep going. Oh, and spread your legs cos you've got a couple of surprises coming your way. Over her shoulder I nodded at the guys an they quickly began tearing their pants off. Without stopping her oral treatment of my cock, Angela looking up at me, pleading with her eyes. "Sorry, honey, they need some release. I told them about me and Julie and they were very jealous. . . and horny. You are going to help them out. I'm gonna' let them do to you what I did to her." I turned to the guys who by now had their cocks out and pointing to the ceiling. " There you go guys. . . your turn to fuck a woman's ass." Immediately Angela pulled her mouth off my cock and stared at me in horror. "You fucked that slut up the ass?" I grinned. "Yes and now you are sucking me clean, which is very nice of you. Now get back to work." I grabbed her head and forced her mouth back onto my cock. She wrestled free again. " I am NOT getting fucked up the ass. You know how I hate that." Which is true because she had always refused me in the past - but now was the time for her to be persuaded otherwise. I nodded at Barney, who got down on his knees behind Angela and started fingering her pussy. "Fuck, she's soaking, Kenny," he grunted as he worked first two then three fingers into her snatch." Angela moaned - I think in pleasure and then her eyes popped wide open as Barney started to push his cock against her tight ass. A grunt and then a pop of air and Barney was in. He grinned like a medal winner at the Olympics as he slowly pushed his not-inconsiderable length into my wife's ass. Gamely Angela kept on sucking my cock as Barney plundered her behind. Unfortunately the excitement was too much for him and inside a minute he started to pump faster and faster before he shot his load with a bellow like a bull. I saw the look of surprise on Angela's face as, for the first time in her life, she felt hot sperm spew into her bowels. The thought of Angela's asshole looking just like Julie's had done earlier was enough to send me on the final downhill slalom. " Here it comes, baby, get ready to swallow," I said as I pushed my cock as far into her mouth as I could get it. She started to baulk and then I was cumming - shooting my white stuff deep into my wife's mouth. Having shot my bolt with Julie just a few hours ago, there wasn't all that much, but she still struggled with it. "Swallow," I ordered. With a grimace she did as I asked. By this time, Barry had got down on the floor and was starting to poke his cock into her ass. Though not as long as Barney he was much thicker and Angela actually shrieked as he got his first inch and a half into her crack. Concerned about the noise I got John to swap places with me and shove his dick into her mouth. I stood back against the wall and watched my wife suck on John's cock whilst Barry's was fucking her asshole. It truly was a memorable sight, especially when, after a couple of minutes she seemed to begin to get really into it and started pushing back at Barry whilst frantically trying to get John's cock all the way down her gullet. With excellent timing John and Barry peaked together dousing Angela with cum at both ends. Despite there being no mention of swallowing John's load, that was exactly what she did, gulping away like it was the tastiest thing in the world. Barry pulled out of her ass and I bent down to have a good look, seeing his white goo dripping out of her red, swollen and gaping rear end. Fuck that was a horny sight and he began to feel the tell-tale throbbing in my cock again. When she finally released John's cock she sighed heavily and collapsed on the floor - a cum-soaked slut. But one who hadn't got anywhere near to cumming herself. "Come on Ken," she pleaded, " can I get some too?" I shook my head. " Get yourself off. . . while we watch." This was a woman who very rarely let me see her naked and had always denied ever masturbating, but here, on the floor of a nightclub in front of her husband and three of his work colleagues, who had just used her like a whore, she began to frig her clitoris with her left hand while her right hand pulled at her pussy lips. " Watch me," she breathed heavily. "Stare at me while I toss myself off." Well there was certainly no problem in following that suggestion. So we stood there - all four of us - naked below the waist yet still wearing our shirts and black bow ties, and watched as my wife frigged away at herself. Faster and faster her hands went as she looked at us watching her, then she grunted, groaned and actually ejaculated all over the carpet - a stain which never, ever came out incidentally and was still there three years later when I stopped working there. The other three wanted to go around again and sample other orifices which they hadn't tried. I refused them. Angela had had enough. After that night, two things happened. Firstly I moved back in with Angela and we had a good, normal marriage after that. Secondly, the experience had woken something inside her and our sex life, which had been pretty staid and conformist, got more and more outrageous over time. Some of the things we got up to are good enough to be included in other parts of this alphabet. Next up: C is For Cock B Is For Bareback Inspired by Sue Grafton’s alphabetical series. He was absolutely gorgeous. No two words about it. GOR-GEOUS! I hoped it wasn’t the flashing lights or the hypnotic strobe that brought me to that decision. He had a headful of dark, curly hair that draped over his shoulders and the darkest eyes that I’ve ever seen. I think I joked with my friends that he must have been a gypsy or something because he was so dark and hairy. My best friend, Lori, laughed hysterically. “Oh, jeez, Pam! Next, you’ll be saying that he’s a vampire or something!” I grinned. I couldn’t help it. He was a notch waiting to be carved into my bedpost. And yes, I know about AIDS but the excitement of a bareback ride … I knew he’d be the perfect candidate. I tried to catch his eye across the dance floor but there was no way that he could tell what I was doing. I watched as a couple of girls moved by his group and he eyed them greedily, but they kept moving. “I’m going over.” “Pam!” I took a huge sip of my Melon Ball and worked my way around the crowded bar to where he stood. “Hi!” He turned to me, smiling as he looked me up and down. I knew I had him hooked quick. My 38Ds always did that. When he could raise his eyes from the deep valley between my twins, I gave him a sexy grin. “Hello, yourself!” I moved as close as I could and whispered in his ear, “Wanna fuck?” His eyes looked as if they would pop right out of his head. He looked me up and down. “Kinda forward, aren’t you?” “No, I just know what I want.” “And you want me?” “Uhm, hmm.” I nodded, wondering if his thighs were as hairy as his forearms. Mmmmm … “Your place or mine?” “Mine.” He grabbed my hand and shouted something to his friends. They all whooped in unison so he probably told them that he was going to get a piece of pie. And get a piece he was! We called a cab outside and it was all I could do to keep my hands off of his lovely body. At least until we got inside the car. I gave the driver my address and turned to him, straddling his lap and finally kissing those pouting pink lips. He groaned and thrust his tongue into my mouth as eagerly as I had in his and suddenly, we were sucking face like mad people. He reached down and pulled my shirt open, sliding his hands inside and hefting my boobs. “Nice.” He murmured against my mouth. His fingers pushed the lacy material of my bra aside and found my nipples, giving a squeeze. I sucked the air through my teeth, pulling back to look into his eyes. “You like that, eh?” “Yeah. Pinch them again.” He did so and pleasure shot through my wet cunt. I ground against him, growling. He leaned forward and put one nipple in his mouth, sucking it hard. I shouted, my cunt clenching in orgasm. “Oh, yeah. You’re gonna be a great fuck.” “You think so?” “No, I know so.” I bit his bottom lip and I felt his prick leap under me. He pinched my nipple again and reluctantly closed my shirt again as the cabbie announced that we had reached our destination. He paid for the ride and we headed up the stairs. As luck would have it, my roommate, Stacy, wasn’t home and I was glad because I started undressing in the living room. Shirt first, then bra. He grabbed me and sucked my nipple into his mouth, biting hard. I thought I was going to pass out from the sheer pleasure of it. His hands fumbled at the front of my shorts and I stepped out of them as quickly as I could, while I unbuckled his pants. “Got a rubber?” “Nope and don’t need one. Just fuck me!” He pushed me down on the stairs and in one hard plunge, was deep into my sopping, aching cunt. We both moaned at the exquisite feel of skin on skin and my pussy tightened around him, trying to feel every ridge and vein on his thick meat. He rammed into me again, harder this time, banging my butt against the stair step. It was painful, sort of, but having him pounding my hungry pussy more than made up for the discomfort. He was so good that I had my first orgasm on his fourth stroke. He stopped, then moved in slow motion, prolonging the spasms and growling as the cream covered his cock. I was surprised when he pulled completely out and threw me over his shoulders, heading up the stairs. “Which one’s yours?” “This one.” He threw me on the bed and kicked his pants off. I had a chance to see him close-up and thanked my lucky stars. He was indeed hairy, the long, shiny black fur covering his legs and chest. The tuft around his cock looked trimmed as well as the fuzz covering his balls. They suddenly looked very yummy. I pushed him on his back and sank his cock into my throat. “Oh, baby!” His entire body stiffened like a board, then relaxed as I started to bob on his prick. I liked the combined taste of my cream and his salty pre-cum. I was caught between wanting him to pump his load down my throat or directly into my cunt. I made a decision. I wrapped my fingers around the base of his stalk and stroked its entire length. He groaned, flinching as my palm covered his sensitive glans. I slid my hand all the way back down to the bottom and took him into my mouth again. His hands grasped my sheets more and more tightly the closer he got to his climax. He gave no warning, other than his hand on my head when he exploded into my mouth. His cum was thick and salty and I swallowed every bit. He pulled me up and shoved his tongue into my mouth, scouring the soft insides for traces of his own cum. “That was fucking great.” “Glad you liked it, but we’re just getting started.” “Oh, yeah?” “Hope you don’t have any plans for tomorrow.” “I only have one plan right now.” He made me lie back and started kissing his way down to my dripping pussy, making small stops at my belly button and nibbling my ribs. His finger reached my honeypot before his mouth did and I moaned, pushing down so that I was riding it. He smiled and added another finger, then bent to bite my nipple. I clamped onto his fingers as an orgasm raced through me but he didn’t stop. He kept those fingers pumping into my snatch, bringing me back to the edge and flinging me off into sweet abandon. I don’t even remember how many times I came. Each was sweeter than the last, spreading through my body like a fiery wave and pooling between my legs. I saw my reflection in his dark eyes and a sexy smirk on his handsome face. He knew what he was doing to me and was enjoying every minute of it. I had to finally beg him to stop, desperately trying to catch my breath. “I never thought you’d beg me to stop.” My body was humming under his touch. Just a squeeze of my breast sent me hurtling over the edge again. “I can’t stand any more.” “No?” He stripped his shirt off and leaned back against the headboard, stroking his re-awakened tool. My mouth watered. “Then you don’t want this?” “I didn’t say that.” “But you said that you couldn’t stand any more.” I crawled over to him, pulling him into my mouth again. “Forget I said that.” I licked his pole a few more times, making sure that he was nice and lubed. “Come over here. I have a surprise.” We moved over to the edge of my bed and faced the mirror on my sitting table. I made him sit at the edge and moved in front of him, my back to his front. “Let’s play Show-And-Tell.” “Sounds good to me.” I put my heels up on the table and bent my knees, opening my drenched pussy to his view. His hard prick rubbed against the inside of my right thigh, his hand massaging my flesh and teasing his own. I reached back and slid my finger into his mouth. His tongue swirled around it, sending shivers down my spine. I pulled it out and plunged into the depths of my hot twat. He moaned at the sight, reaching for his own enflamed flesh and stroking the sensitive skin of my inner thigh along with his dick. I pressed back against him, feeling his body respond. His left hand came underneath my arm and grabbed my breast, squeezing my nipple between two fingers. I shuddered and pressed on my clit, wanting to trip over the edge again but he stopped me. He picked me up and sat me down on his pole. “Fuck!” I shouted. I felt full and stretched and the sensation brought me over the edge again. His hands grabbed me at my hips and I watched in helpless lust as he lifted me up and down his pole, his muscles bulging. “Look.” He said and I saw his thick prick disappearing into my pink hole, emerging with a glistening sheen. It was so fucking erotic! “See me fucking you, baby?” “Yes.” I breathed, impaled on his rod. I wanted this feeling to last forever but I knew that I couldn’t. We were too far gone for that. His eyes were closed and I could see the tension building in his face. I felt his dick growing in me and I threw my head back, riding his sweet pole and gritting my teeth as the fire burned inside. “Oh, yeah, baby. Fuck me good.” “You got it.” No more words were said. The only sounds were the noises of our flesh slapping together and his groans and my whimpers. I was so turned on not only by his cock buried in my weeping pussy but also by the hard body plastered to my body. I hoped that he was as turned on as I was. I passed the point of no return when he pushed his finger in along with his cock and rested his heavy thumb on my clit. The breath left my lungs as I climaxed. It almost felt as if a big bass drum was throbbing inside my cunt, coupled with heart-stopping pleasure. He grunted behind me, slamming me harder and harder until he blasted inside me, tripping me again. We fell sideways, breathing heavily and his arms wrapped around me as he tried to keep himself inside me. Our mouths met again, his lips gentle and his tongue soft. “I’m Vadim, by the way.” “Glad to meet you. I’m Pam. Wanna spend the night?” He never answered but his body did. B is for Bastard Amy crossed the parking lot towards her car. As usual, it was nearly vacant. Though the offer of escort by security was available, Amy had been doing this for the better part of two years, and no one had ever had, or been given reason to really be concerned. She hated closing late, but the thought of having the next two days off work was a small little bonus for whenever she had to. Working at a quaint leather goods clothing store, she juggled the package she carried under one arm as she crossed the parking lot towards her car, already fishing for her keys inside her purse. She smiled, the leather jacket she had had her eyes on for her husband Dave had been something he'd been wanting for quite some time now. Amy had finally managed to stash away just enough, including her employee discount to get it for him as a surprise. She grinned once again remembering the last surprise she had gotten for him, though it was an outfit she had purchased for herself. Along with the regular type of leather clothing most stores carried, her store also carried a line of rather provocative, extremely sexy and very revealing leather outfits as well. Wearing the tight fitting vest with criss-crossing leather stitching had barely contained, let alone kept from being revealed, her rather large and ample chest. Average height, with shoulder length auburn hair, green eyes and a pixyish face, she wasn't considered drop-dead gorgeous, but certainly attractive. Though most men she encountered tended to stare at her breasts long before noticing her face, something she had learned to live with and accept in life though at times it had actually annoyed her. She had safely reached her car, opening the door when she decided to throw the package into the trunk, taking it inside the house later so that Dave wouldn't see it. Tossing her purse into the passenger seat, she walked back around her car opening the trunk. Amy leaned over setting the package securely inside when she felt a presence behind her. Too late! "Don't move! Don't turn around or I'll blow your fucking head off!" She felt the hard press of steel within the small of her back, fear gripping her immediately as she briefly considered her options. In the span of a millisecond, Amy couldn't think of any as suddenly some sort of cloth bag was yanked down over her head. She cried out in surprise, but it wasn't loud enough to elicit any real concern by her assailant. "I told you, shut the fuck up if you want to see the sunrise again," he warned. "Please! I have a daughter," she began, hoping that by revealing this tid-bit of information, he might ease up on her, if not actually spare her life if that was something he was even considering. He didn't reply, as she felt her arms roughly yanked back around herself where he proceeded to tie them together with what appeared and felt like a piece of rope. "Get in!" he ordered. For a moment Amy was confused, unsure by what he meant, taking a step back towards the front of the car. "No you stupid bitch! Get in the fucking trunk!" "Please!" she whimpered uselessly once again. But it was of no use. She felt herself bodily grabbed, then actually lifted up and into the trunk itself. "Remember what I told you, one word. One fucking word, and no one will ever find you, let alone recognize you when they do!" Fear seized her like nothing ever had before. Though unable to see, as the trunk closed the darkness became even more so, and though she wasn't normally claustrophobic, the mere thought of being locked inside her own trunk in such a confined space caused her to panic. She cried out anyway, even though she had been warned against doing so. "Please, whatever you want, I'll do whatever you want, just don't hurt me!" she pleaded. But her plea went unheeded as she heard the start up of her car, then movement as her assailant pulled out of the parking lot, and then soon out onto the highway. There were too many twists and turns for her to have any clue as to where it was they were headed, only when it seemed they were heading up hill did Amy begin to guess where it was they might be. A short time later, she heard as well as felt the crunch of gravel, then dirt beneath the tires as the car left the road. They were headed up into the mountains! Once again a new wave of fear and panic filled her. She had no doubt in her mind she was going to be raped, she'd already accepted that very real possibility. But now with them traveling into such a remote area, she began to wonder if she really would survive this ordeal at all. Her only real hope was to play along, buy some time perhaps, and then hope for some kind of opportunity to present itself so that she could fight back, or have some sort of chance to escape. Amy felt the car slowing, then stop. She heard the door open, close...footsteps as they approached, then the popping of the trunk as it opened. "Please, don't hurt me," Amy cried, feeling the tears as they began rolling down her cheeks, stinging her eyes. "Then do what your told, and you won't be," she heard. The voice not exactly soft, but less threatening, giving her some small measure of hope. "Whatever you want," "Shut the fuck up." Harsh again. Perhaps she had pressed it too much. To her surprise, Amy felt a wave of anger, desperation overtaking her, replacing the fear and panic, which had seized her earlier. "Bastard!" she spat, surprising herself as well as her abductor. He laughed. He actually laughed at her sudden courage. "That's better. I hate whinny weak women. Get tough bitch, show me you got some fucking pride beneath that girly exterior. Prove to me your worth letting go after this is over. Otherwise, I'll just fucking leave you here for the coyotes to eat after I'm done with you." He was strong. She knew that by the firmness of his grasp, and the way he so easily lifted her from the trunk, replacing her to stand back upon the ground. "Walk!" he commanded, pushing her in the small of her back causing her to trip. She couldn't run, she knew that, not with her hands tied as they were, nor with her head covered, unable to see where she was, or where she was going. She could only rely on him for direction, and hope. A moment later she felt his powerful hand seizing her arm, yanking her sideways, once again nearly causing her to fall. "This way," he told her, sounding angry once again, irritated. He'd liked it earlier when she had gotten forceful with him. Maybe doing so once again would cause him to lighten up a little. "Mother Fucker!" she spat at him, "I don't know who the hell you think you are, or what you're doing, but I won't go easy," she declared. "I'll cooperate, but only as long as you treat me with some kind of respect." He laughed, harshly and long, but once again he laughed. "Good for you cunt, I like a woman with some balls, though I admit, I do prefer a nice set of tits on a woman. And I can see that you do. I'm looking forward to sucking on them!" he told her. Amy felt herself backed into what felt like a tree. She felt her hands being untied and thought briefly that this might be her one and only chance to run if given any kind of opportunity. If she was quick enough, perhaps she could yank the covering from off her head, give her a chance to run, escape. But Amy realized just as quickly that plan was too flawed, in the time it would take for her eyes to adjust, he would have her again. No, she'd have to be patient, patient, wait and continue to hope...and pray. Her arms once again were secured behind her, the bindings tightly wrapped about the tree she was leaning against, pinning her there. "Ah yes, much better!" she heard him say with a great deal of eagerness and satisfaction in his tone of voice. "Would you at least lift this hood away from my mouth and nose?" Amy ventured. "It's hard to breathe with this thing on," she explained. She was hoping he would remove it entirely, but realized that if he did, it might very well lessen any real chance at survival in doing so. He was silent, though she heard, then felt his approach. A second later she heard a ripping of material, felt the coolness of the night air suddenly blanketing her bra-covered breasts as he tore her blouse open. The press of bare steel against her flesh, then her bra too was cut, falling away from her breasts. She shivered, wondering, but feared not that he would use the knife on her to gut her, not yet anyway. Almost grateful as he began slicing away her blouse, cutting it from her as though skinning a deer hanging from a tree, which is almost what she felt like. He stepped away briefly, and Amy heard the tear of material once again. Walking around behind her, he heard his cautionary demand. "Close your fucking eyes and don't open them if you know what's good for you." She did, keeping them tightly shut as she felt the hood that had been covering her head lifted away, quickly replaced by a blindfold, far more comfortable, but just as functional as had been the hood as once again darkness filled her eyes even as she opened them. She knew she now stood before him half naked. He'd cut away both blouse and bra, her skirt at least, she hoped he'd simply remove. She almost laughed at the thought of hitchhiking down the road with her boobs hanging out, but better that than to at least not still have a skirt to wear, if in fact, she was still alive in the morning. That thought was short-lived however as Amy felt the hem of her skirt being lifted. Rather than simply releasing the catch, allowing her skirt to then fall down around her ankles, she felt the pressure, then the sensation of her skirt opening, being cut away. Slicing through it all the way up, he yanked it from her, the flesh of her nearly bare ass now brushing the rough bark against the tree. Her only protection now against his continued violation of her, the tiny pair of black satin panties that she wore. She expected him to slice through these just as easily as well, surprised when he didn't. Though not too surprised when she felt the sudden press of his fingers against the still covered furrow of her slit. He rubbed her there, briefly, his fingers working their way up and down, pressing the material inside the folds of her pussy, locating her clit, awakening it even against her will. "You like that cunt?" he asked her, his breath raspy, coming in quick excited gasps. "You like the way I'm stroking that clit of yours?" he continued to press. "Fucking bastard!" she responded, struggling against her bonds, though she knew her actions to be futile even as she did. He laughed, only then the press of steel against her upper thigh, causing her to freeze in place as he slowly sliced through, then tore away the last little bit with his powerful hands. She stood before him completely naked now, no covering upon her except for her pride. Which is all she had left, and which as she realized might be her only hope still. She nearly faltered in that however, as she then felt the press of the flat side of the knife he obviously held within his hands against the tip of her nipple, pressing against it, flattening it against her breast even though it stiffened, resisting in its own unique way. Because of that, Amy was unprepared when she felt the pull of her right nipple between his lips, actually gasping, both angry with herself as well as the betrayal of her own flesh as shivers of panicked excitement streaked through its surface. Signals of pleasure raced down her torso between her legs where once again his fingers began to dance, only this time, slipping inside her, violating her sex, her femininity, and herself. Amy felt his thick middle finger delve within the rapidly moistening folds of her betraying cunt. Bad enough that she was displayed the way she was, violated, no doubt about to be raped, yet her own body was finding pleasure in his touch, no matter how repulsed and yet still afraid she found herself to be. He slid his finger into her even deeper causing her breath to catch. Simultaneously, he all but bit her extended nipple, a pain-pleasure coursing through her, she struggled, trying to somehow escape this onslaught of her soul, but there was no way out of it, no way but to succumb, and hope that in doing so he would find his satisfactions, and possibly take pity on her and eventually free her. Amy quit struggling, literally collapsing against the tree in near total surrender. It was...the wrong thing to do. "Fuck!" He bellowed disappointedly. "That's it? That's all you got? I thought I had me a fiery hot cunt here! All I see is some weak-assed good for nothing pussy that ain't worth the time and effort I've gone through to do all this!" His tone was menacing, and Amy knew that if he truly was now disappointed in her, disappointed in whatever mindless fuck-fantasy this beast had, she could very well have just handed her life to him on a plate, to be discarded with no more thought than the sorry-assed whimp she was turning out to be. She felt her chances slipping away, regardless of the outcome, regardless of whatever happened to her from this point forward, she was going to fight. Fight for all she was worth, fight with every shred of her being, and if she went down and out...then at least she'd know she went down trying. "I haven't given up shit yet fuck-face!" she told him, the bravado clearly echoing in her own head as she spoke the words. "You're man enough to bind me, finger me, even suck my tits, but I noticed you ain't done shit with your puny-assed cock yet, IF...IF...you've even got one that is!" Amy was surprised by her own words, but there was a momentary pause, silence, then the sound of her attacker backing off, stepping away. Once again, she wondered if she had gone too far in the other direction. She could just as easily anger him to kill her now as wait. But it had seemed earlier that he had preferred it when she had gotten tough with him, just as tough, smart-mouthed as he had been with her. With some momentary fear and a great deal of uncertainty, she waited for his next move, his next words...or worse. "That's better," he whispered, his mouth right next to her ear. "For a moment there, I didn't think you were worth doing," he stated. "You may have bought yourself a little time, maybe...even saved your own life," his mouth suddenly nipping at the tender portion of her earlobe, his fingers once again taking, then pulling harshly on her nippled breasts, stretching them outwards, twisting painfully, still pulling as he continued to nuzzle her ear, then her neck, finally lowering his lips to recapture the tit he'd ravished earlier. Amy felt his hand slide down her belly, felt it pause at the apex of her sex, palming her briefly, then a resounding 'slap' as he cupped her quim, spanking it, cupping it again in a firm hard slap upon her mound. Over and over again he did this to her, the sting becoming less than, more erotically welcomed, again her bodies betrayal as pain became pleasure, revulsion becoming lust, fear becoming need. "Fucking Bastard!" she exclaimed through pussy slaps. "That all YOU got?" she dared challenge. "That's it? A few fucking cunt-slaps and your king of the hill?" "Shut up!" he told her. "I'll bet your still a fucking virgin aren't you? I'll bet you've never even had your cock inside a woman's cunt before. I'll even bet it's so fucking small, so fucking puny that no woman on earth would want to fuck you. That's why you feel you have to do it like this isn't it? And even then...you still can't stick your dick in me cause it's not hard enough, and even if it got hard enough, you wouldn't know what to fucking do with it. Get yourself off maybe, but you aint got the balls, or the power, or the ability to make me feel good do you?" "BITCH!" he bellowed, "I'll fucking show you, you cock-sucking whore!" "Yeah, show me baby, show me you've got a cock worth dying for, prove to me you've got the ability to make me cum, and not just yourself...go ahead, show me, show me if you've got balls enough to actually do it!" Amy was surprised when she heard the sound of his zipper, then the jingle of his belt and pants as he obviously stepped out of them. She heard him moving back towards her. What he didn't know, what he couldn't know, was that she had used the time to secretly work the rope back and forth against the rough-edged bark of the tree. With a little more effort, and a whole lot of luck, she just might be able to free herself. And then...with him in a vulnerable position, she might even be able to strike out, strike out sufficiently to actually hurt him, put him down long enough at least for her to run, hide, and even possibly get away. It was her only hope, her only chance. But she had to keep him occupied; busy...busy fucking her while she taunted him to continue as she continued working the rope until it hopefully broke free. Then, maybe... She felt him place the bulbous thick head of his penis near the opening of her cunt. Felt him using his hand to slide it up and down her furrow, lubricating it in her juices, her pussy-betraying cunt juice. "You'll think fucked!" he told her, pressing now, the head of his enormous prick pushing past the first defensive barrier of her sex, then suddenly entering, then lunging, plunging deep, hard into the very depths of her entire being. "Fuck!" she screamed as his prick hilted her, deeper than any she had ever known, perhaps even more fully than any she had ever known. He moaned, and as he did, she knew. She knew she would be ok, that she would indeed survive her ordeal. And...she began to fuck him, fucking him back as he skewered her there against the tree. He pummeled her pussy with a fierceness the likes of which she had never known before. And in return, she squeezed, contracted her cunt-muscles with every straining, thrusting stroke, grabbing his cock, milking it, caressing it, fucking it, and crying out. Crying out, urging him on, coaxing him to continue, praising him now, and only now surrendering, for in her surrender, she knew her victory and knew that she had in fact won. "Oh yeah, fuck me baby! Fuck my cunt! That's it! Oh yeah baby, that's it! Oh yeah honey that feels good! Give it to me you bastard! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck my pussy you bastard! Come on, give it to me, give me your cream! Make me cum with you!" she cried out at the top of her lungs, "Oh yeah...yeah! That's it! That's it! Make...me...cum!" And so...she did. She felt the explosion, felt the jettison of his spunk filling her, and as she did, she felt her own pussy liquefy in passionate response, felt her female cream suddenly boil, release, and gush from her cunt in rapturous climatic bliss. And as she came, as she felt him cumming, she pulled, and felt the rope finally break away releasing her. # "What the fuck?" he said in surprise as she used her hands to push him, catching him off guard, tumbling him back, reaching up only then to grab at the blindfold still covering her eyes, removing it. "Hi honey!" she said. "That was pretty fucking hot! I always knew it was in you to get a little rough with me if you really wanted to!" Dave sat on his bare-ass dumb-founded, gazing up at his lovely wife. "You knew?" he said, no longer using the disguise in his voice that he was so good at. Part of his life's work doing impressions, the ability to change tone, even pitch of his voice for use in commercials as well as several well-known animated series. "Of course I did!" "Since when?" he asked still bewildered, somewhat disappointed. "When you told me to get into the trunk of the car," she lied. "Shit! I thought I really had you fooled there," he told her. "You're a pretty damn good little actress," he added still sounding a bit sullen. Amy glanced over away from the tree and noticed that Dave had set up their tent along with two of their favorite lounge chairs and had already prepared the makings of a nice warm fire for later. B is for Bastard "Dannie?" she asked "She's with your mom," Dave told her. "Told your mother we were going camping for the next two days, said it would be fun to get away, spend some time by ourselves." "I hope you brought along some extra clothing for me," Amy said walking over towards him, holding out her hand as he took it, finally standing, brushing himself off. "I don't mind so much you ruined my blouse, but I really did like that particular skirt!" she scolded him. "You owe me for that one. In fact, you owe me two skirts for that one just because it was one of my favorites. And I happen to know that there are two particular leather skirts I've been keeping my eye on...so," Dave merely stood there shaking his head. "But you enjoyed it anyway?" he asked. "Even though you knew?" he questioned again, feeling somewhat let down. "You once told me you'd had fantasies like this, though of course in reality, it was something you hoped would never really happen to you. But I figured, this wasn't actually reality, but fantasy, your fantasy. And then it became mine...so I planned it, and then got up courage enough to actually try and convince you it was really happening." "Oh yeah baby, I enjoyed it alright. Especially the last part, with you fucking me so beautifully against the tree there," she said looking over towards it, seeing the last shreds of the broken parted rope lying at the base of it. "I'll tell you one thing though, you don't know how to moan in character. You really should practice doing that. The moment you moaned in my ear, you gave the fantasy away." Amy lowered her hand, grasping him once again, already his prick beginning to stiffen with renewed interest. "So, we have two whole days to ourselves up here yes?" she asked falling down to her knees, her mouth already beginning to explore the super-sensitive head of his cock. "Ah huh," he moaned pleasurably. Amy smiled, she loved hearing that moan, allowing herself a tiny relaxing breath.