0 comments/ 350821 views/ 27 favorites Kate Is Broken In By: Brokenin s is a true story, only names and locations have been changed for the sake of anonymity. My name is Kate, I am recently divorced and live alone with my two young daughters who are both of school age. A few months ago I asked my father to help me put up some shelves in the girls' bedroom. He said he was only too willing to be of any help he could. It was a Tuesday morning, not that the day is significant, and having got the girls to school I decided to have my shower and get changed ready to help Brian's dad with the shelves. I was drying my hair after the shower when the door bell rang. "Shit" I thought, "As usual he's early. Why can't he be late for once?" I pulled on a towelling robe and hurried downstairs to let him in. "Hello, sleep in?" he asked in his usual sarcastic manner. He thought he was Mr. Comedian but really he got people's backs up with his stupid comments. "No Dad just forgot the time and spent too long in the shower" He walked passed me into the hall and as I closed the door my robe fell partly open showing most of my left boob to him. "There's an offer I can't refuse" he smirked. "Don't be daft Dad." I retorted "I'll go and get some clothes on while you make a cuppa." I started to climb the stairs not realising he was right behind me. Mistake number one! I should have waited till I could get to the bedroom and lock the door before he had chance to follow. I never imagined for one moment that he would come upstairs with me. As I got into the bedroom I turned to close the door but his hand was on it keeping it open. "What the hell are you doing?" I shouted at him. "Just coming to see what our Brian has left behind." "Oh no you don't. Get out before I do something I might regret." "Like what?" "Like kick you where it hurts." I replied, trying to look as fierce as I could. "A few have tried it sweetheart, not many have succeeded." He made a grab for me and it was then that I made mistake number two. This one proved fatal. I dashed into the shower room but before I could slam the door shut, he was in there with me. I was trapped, nowhere to go and in a relatively small area. He closed the door and latched it and as he moved towards me I backed away into the shower. I came to a dead halt as my back hit the tiled wall. He smiled to himself and reached and grabbed my robe. He pulled it open and slid it down my arms. I was completely exposed. My 36D tits stood proud, my shaven pussy glistening with the odd drop of water remaining from my earlier shower. He gave a snort of appreciation. "Lovely." he looked me up and down,not missing a thing. Slowly he took off his shoes and socks ( a real gentleman, my father!!) He knew I could go nowhere so he was able to release my arms and undress himself. His shirt and trousers followed and he was in only his shorts. I could not stop my eyes falling to look at his genitals. There was an ominous bulge. My husband has a large weapon of some 8 or 9 inches and I could tell he took after his father. He moved closer and took my robe away from me. Totally naked I tried to cover myself with my hands. Of course as I put them over my pussy, my upper arms pushed my tits higher, making them seem even bigger. He follwed the line of my gaze. "Well don't you want to see what I have in store for you?" "No thanks." I mumbled. "Well you're going to." he sneered "Take my shorts off for me." Mistake number three. I didn't move a muscle. He grabbed my nipples, one in each hand and pulled and twisted. I yelled in surprise and pain. "Do it." he commanded. I was obviosly too slow for him because he gave my now hardenning nipples another fierce tug. My hands flew to the waist band of his shorts and I tugged them down. I stopped half way as his massive tool leapt into freedom. It was not fully hard and it must have been at least 10 inches long and as thick as a baby's arm. I gasped at the sight. I eased his shorts around it and down to the floor. We were both fully naked and he moved closer. Pulling downwards on my nipples which were now nearly an inch long he manouvered me onto my knees. I was staring into the end of his now hard rampant cock. "Suck it." he demanded. I just continued staring at it like some animal hypnotised by a snake. Another squeeze on my nipples brought me into reality. My mouth opened as I shouted in pain. At the same time he pushed his hips forward and the purple head was in my mouth. I vaguely heard him telling me to be careful with where I put my teeth or he would rip the nipples off my tits. I believed him. I began to suck as he eased himself forwards. I felt his cock hit the back of my throat and I gagged. I struggled for breath. He eased back. I breathed. He started fucking my mouth and I soon got the hang of breathing in time with his movements. He was trying to get his cock down my thoat but I couldn't open my throat wide enough. I began to form a plan. Get him to cum and it will be over. I reached for his balls with my fingers and began to gently massage them. He grunted and pushed forwards harder. The end of his cock hit the back of my throat and then slid down. I could not believe it. I had him down my throat. Now he really began to fuck my mouth and throat. I furiously played with his large swinging balls. M y nails played gently with the sacs, teasing and urging him on. I willed him to cum so that this torture would end. The thrustung hips began to speed up and his moans became more frequent and louder. I had him. My brain began to shout "Cum you bastard, Cum." With a sudden lurch forward and a roar of YES his cock jumped in my mouth and there was an outpouring of juices into my throat. I tried to stop myself swallowing and his cum began to dribble out of my mouth. Most of it went down my throat but as he pulled out of my mouth there was a sliver attached to him. It fell onto my tits and slowly ran down their length. "Not bad girl." he said. I was delighted it was over and I slowly started to get up off my knees. His wet slimy cock slithered down between my breasts until it came to rest at my stomach. I moved to go passed him but his hands held me back. "Where do you think you're going?" he asked. "To get washed and dressed." He stopped me in my tracks with the words "One good turn deserves another, I always say." "What do you mean?" I asked. "Well now its my turn to make you as satisfied as me." "Thanks but no thanks." I said, trying to pass him. "I was not giving you a choice." With that he regrabbed my nipples. "Into the bedroom." In the bedroom I could see him looking around for something. As he saw an old pair of tights I had left out for washing, his eyes lit up. He grabbed them and throwing me onto my back on the bed he pushed my arms above my head and tied them to the bars of my brass bedhead. He knelt between my legs and forced them apart. I could not believe he was still rock hard. His cock was pointing at 45 degrees and was hunting for a place to plunder. He lifted my lower back and my pussy opened for him with the movement. His lips came down on me and despite my will power trying to stop it I felt my juices begin . He sucked and licked. Horrors, my clit leapt into his mouth and I could not suppress a low moan. I sensed his pleasure but my brain fought with my body. Don't give in. Don't give in. His tongue slowly and softly ate away at my resolve and my body pushed forward ever so slightly. He immediately sensed it and he intensified his efforts on my now willing pussy. I was pouring juices and I could feel the start of an orgasm beginning. I wanted to stop but I had not had this sort of release for months and my aching body yearned for it. He stopped. I looked at him. Now what? I wondered. He eased me higher, I thought so that his tongue to go deeper. I was wrong again I felt the helmet of hic cock at my door. "No." I shouted. "I'm not protected. I'll get pregnant." No response except a further pressure of him entering me. The walls of my pussy stretched to bursting as he relentlessly pushed deeper. I continued to scream NO at him. It made no difference. He was in. Then he began to fuck me and do I mean fuck? Oh so slowly all the way in, half way out. In, out. Soon I was moving with him. Pushing onto him as he entered. Easing back as he left. Thrusting forward Moaning. Grinding myself onto him. His speed remained unaltered. It was a long slow breaking of me. It was the fucking of my life and God forgive me I was loving every second of it. I felt him quicken ever so little and then the rush began. I came again and again as he now pounded my sore but happy pussy. He lunged forwards and I was aware as from a distance of a great shout as his cum splatterd into me. Deep into my womb it poured and I prayed that it would not impregnate me. Whatever, I had no choice. his control over me was complete. At last the pushing ceased and he lay on top of me. He breathed heavily and I was exhausted. He withdrew completely. His cock coated in a mixture of our juices. "Two down, one to go." My weary brain tried to make sense of what he had just said. It lost until he flipped me over onto my stomach. The fastenings were now tigher and I could not move. "Lift your arse." he commande, giving it a gentle tap. I lay still. A sharp pain shot through my buttocks as his hand struck. "Don't you ever learn?" My rear end shot into the air. So he wanted it doggie style I thought. Another mistake. I could hear him rummaging around in the bathroom but couldn't see what he was doing because I could not move. Then it struck. Cold lube hit my backside and fingers rubbed it into the crack of my virgin arse. This time I really screamed "NO". He was deaf to my shouts and his fingers massaged my hole until opened to his satisfaction. Again he knelt between my legs and forced the cheeks of my arse wider. I felt a red hot poker pushing at my back door. My arse puckered as I fought against it. "We can do this the hard way or the easy way." he said "Whichever, I don't mind. But do it we will." There was an air of finality in his voice, but still I hadn't learned. As I continued to resist I heard him mutter "Right." With that he gave a forward press which nearly ripped me in half as his 12 inches of thich cock bottomed inside me. The pain was unbearable until ever so slowly the pleasure blended with it and I orgasmed like a torrent of rushing water. As I began to cooperate he eased the pace until we moved again together. I was now broken in like a filly, and he was riding me like an expert horseman. His ejaculation was not so strong this time but my orgasmic climax broke all records. He climbed off me and gently patted my rear end. He unloosed my hands and as he walked out of the bedroom, that magnificent impliment swinging between his legs, he flung over his shoulder "I'll get us a drink and then we'll see about making a young playmate for those grandaughters of mine." I am now four months pregnant. My father is giving serious thought to leaving his wife and moving in with me. But that is for the future. All I know is that I'm glad I took so long in the shower and that my robe opened, not only exposing my breasts but providing the spur for ride of my life. Kate Is Broken In Ch. 2 Those who read how my father made me his will remember that I am divorced with two daughters and now pregnant again, this time by my father in law. As I told you Bob (my father in law) was considering moving in with me. I have fretted over how this would be received by his wife. Let me introduce her to you. She is the number one snob in their village. Why I don’t know because she comes from working class stock and has no claim to her high opinion of herself though she came into a considerable sum of money from somewhere. Although she never criticises verbally how I dress the kids, I can tell from her facial expressions that she thinks some of their clothes are what she calls “common”. She is for ever buying them new things that she believes are more in keeping with her so called status. Bob confided in me shortly after our first glorious encounter that she is sexless and that they have not screwed for more than 12 years. I can easily believe it! The fact of her husband leaving her for their daughter in law would absolutely shatter her and she would not be able to hold her head up again in the village. What she would do I could only hazard a guess at. I was soon to find out. I was happily tidying the house, expecting Bob to call when the phone rang. “Hello” “Slut, so you have at last shown your true colours.” My mother’s voice icily came at me across the airwaves. “Ruined my son’s life and now you are starting on mine. Well let me tell you girl, I am a different kettle of fish. You’ll regret this little episode, believe you me. When I’m finished you won’t know what has hit you.” I slammed the phone down on its hook. My brain was racing. My lovely morning was in pieces. I was shaking with anger and not a little dread. I knew what she was capable of because she had made her opposition to our marriage very clear. No one was good enough for her son and she let me know it in no uncertain terms. Then my mind came slowly into focus. What could she do without exposing herself to the very thing she had to avoid? Everyone would know and she would be the laughing stock of the place. Maybe I wouldn’t regret it after all. I began to smile to myself as a little of my confidence returned. So what if she screamed and yelled and poured sarcasm on me? She would be the one that people would talk about, the high and mighty Mrs. Fenwick. Oh what a field day they would have, no doubt revelling in the revenge for the years of scorn she had spread. About an hour after her phone call I heard a car pull up outside. A car door slammed, my front door burst open and my mother stormed in. She took one look at my slightly thickening figure. “So part of what the old fool told me appears to be true.” She spat the words at me. “And he believes you when you say it’s his. God men are so stupid. Got it from God knows who after a night in the pub did you?” I snapped and my hand lashed out across her face. It stopped her in full flow. Momentarily she stepped back and then with a ferocity I did not believe possible she launched herself at me. Her momentum took us both backwards and I landed on the settee with a thud. The jolt of coming to a stop knocked her away from me and she slithered onto the floor. I gathered myself more quickly than she and threw myself on top of her in an attempt to halt the attack. She struggled but I am heavier than her and I was able to pin her to the floor. I grabbed at her arms and in so doing tore open her blouse. As the fine material ripped apart, her tits, encased in a very expensive lacy bra, were exposed to the air. I couldn’t stop myself thinking that they had worn well with time. They still looked firm and although smaller than my 36Ds were standing proud inside the bra, pushing the fine material upwards even though she was on her back. I managed to get her arms under control and was then able to straddle her. She could not move and it must have looked as though we were engaged in something far removed from the reality of the situation. What would you have thought if you walked in on such a scene? Two women, one with her blouse open, tits high and skirt ridden well up her legs showing a pair of silk panties for all to see, the other astride her, skirt also arse high showing everything. (Remember I was waiting for Bob and so I had no underwear on beneath my T-shirt and skirt.) That sight greeted Bob as he arrived. Neither of us had heard him come in until… “Well now what have we here?” He laughed “I haven’t seen the top of those legs for fucking years. Hello Beth, didn’t recognise you for a minute.” He laughed again. I looked over my shoulder and managed a crooked smile. “Thank God you’re here. Help me with this crazy cow will you?” “Well now. Shame to waste a good opportunity I always say. You keep her there darling and I’ll give her what I should have given her years ago.” I felt her jerk beneath me and for a moment I thought I saw a look of pleading in her eyes as if she were asking for my help. I ignored her and smiling back at Bob I said “ My pleasure. In fact I’ll do more that that I’ll get her going for you.” The scream of “Bitch” hit my eardrums and I guess most of my neighbours would hear it. She began to struggle and I had difficulty holding her. Bob came to my aid and took her arms. I slid down her body and then unhooked the front fastening of her bra. Her breasts were totally exposed and I gently flicked one of her nipples with my fingernail. She squirmed and yelled “Slut” at me. “Let me show you how much of a slut.” I taunted her as I dropped my lips onto her nipple. It took some seconds before I felt a response, but respond she did. The nipple hardened. I looked up at Bob with a smile that told him all he needed to know. I moved to the other nipple and gently licked its now hardening point. She fought the rising feeling of her body just as I had when her husband broke me but I knew that she would eventually lose that battle and I could not wait to hear her cries of pleasure, demanding more of the rock hard weapon that would penetrate her within the next few minutes. I was relentless and she began to realise her fate was inevitable. What chance did she have? Here I was, a woman who knows every pleasure point of her body. I leaned backwards and put my hand on her panties, they were moist. Now for the kill I slid down her and sat on her legs keeping them wide apart. I looked at her, smiled and grabbed her silken panties. I pulled, hard. They tore in my hands and she was open for all to see. I gazed at her secret place, not wet and anticipating what was to come. I fingered her lips and her legs tried to open further She was mine and I had to give her to Bob, but not yet. I had never been with a woman but I was enjoying this and oh how wet I was. My clit ached for some pleasure but I had a job to do and that came first. I found her clit. It jumped out of its sheath into my fingers. It grew as I softly caressed it. I eased a finger into her pussy. She responded immediately and tried to arch her back. Then it dawned on me. She preferred women to men. That’s why Bob had been rejected for so long. Well he wouldn’t be after I was through. She would beg for it and boy was she going to get it I could see Bob’s bulge in his trousers. It was at full strength. He wanted this woman to submit to him and I knew she would stand no chance. I bent my head and slid my tongue forwards. Just touching her glistening clit. “Ah, yes.” She moaned. “More.” I responded by pushing my tongue into her. I licked hard. She humped as far as she could under Bob’s and my weight. Her juices were flowing. She was ready but I didn’t want to give her up. I lifted my head and inserted three fingers. She yelped. I withdrew. “No, don’t stop.” She cried. In my frustration I slammed a hand full at her. This time she lifted off the floor and pushed her pussy onto me. “I think she’s ready.” Bob leered at her. “Time to change places girl.” He said to me. I climbed of f Beth and took her arms. Bob stood where she could see him as he stripped. His rigid cock was enormous. Her eyes were wide, they pleaded with me to stop him. I smiled and sat on her face so I could watch Bob finish the business. I jumped as her tongue hit me. My clit flew into her mouth. I climaxed immediately. It was all I could do to stay there as she ate me. Her legs were wide. Bob was between them. He lifted them high. She stopped eating me. She yelled “NO. Not him.” He placed his cock head at the door to paradise and with years of pent up frustration skewered her to the floor in one great lunge. She screamed. Bob pulled back half way and lunged again. Another scream. Another lunge. A smaller scream. Another deep lunge. No scream. She was his I knew. He slowly began to pull back and then forwards. She began to move with him, her body jumped high and I knew she was climaxing. Her body shuddered and then shuddered again. As she came back I felt the tongue again finding my pussy. I pushed down to meet it. I came again and again. Bob was now in steady flow he was nailing her pussy really good. How many times she came I only guessed but each time she did she chomped harder on me and I came too. I decided to free her head and eased off her face. Her mouth was covered in my juices. I knelt beside her and she reached up to me and pulled my face to hers. Our tongues sought each other and we were kissing like lovesick kids. I heard a quickening of Bob’s breath and sensed a speeding of his fucking. Then the roar of “YES” as he emptied his sac into his wife. She still could not resist taunting him. “Is the best you can do?” I knew she would regret it? I was right. Bob stood up and lifted her bodily. He threw her over a chair and told me to find some rope. He tied her arse up; there was nothing I could do to help. Her legs were spread so wide that her pussy and her arse were both open. I knew what was coming and I felt for her. She was about to join me broken by Bob. He indicated for me to suck him to full hardness and then he took her arse without lubrication. Her screams were loud and long. The pain eventually must have been overtaken by the pleasure as she began to push back as he pushed forwards. There was no let up. He screwed her arse as orgasms shook her again and again. Finally release as he came inside her. He withdrew. She slumped over the chair. He left her there and went to the phone. I heard him talking to someone giving my address. He put the phone down and walked back to his wife. He lifted her head by the hair. “Clean it.” He said. Her eyes showed her puzzlement. “My cock.” Was all he said. She licked it, tasting her own arse mixed with her pussy juices. Gradually he began to harden again. “Now ask me to fuck you.” He was relentless in the punishing of her. She said nothing. “Please ask him.” I said. She looked at me not knowing what was to come. No words from her. She felt the blow on her pussy. She yelled.” Fuck me.” “Say please.” “Please.” “That’s better.” Bob returned to her and plunged his cock into her wide-open pussy. I was surprised when she immediately took up the rhythm. She was moaning with pleasure. She was enjoying it. Bob soon shot his lot and withdrew. “No. More.” She pleaded. “Be patient, help is at hand.” Suddenly I knew what the phone call was about. He had invited a friend to come and fuck his wife. I pleaded with him not to do it but he was adamant. Beth could not hear us as we were in the kitchen, leaving her fastened across a chair in the lounge. The doorbell rang. “Let him in.” Bob demanded. I opened the door and looked up at this heavily built man. He walked passed me and said hello to Bob. “In here, help yourself.” Bob indicated the swollen pussy of Beth. His friend needed no encouraging. His cock was soon swinging free and Bob told me to mouth him to full hardness. I dropped to my knees and did as I was told. Bob from behind me lifted me onto my feet so I was bending forwards, cock in mouth, pussy available. “That’s how we like it.” Bob laughed. Bang, one 12-inch cock in my pussy and another in my mouth. His friend was bulging. “OK, thanks.” He said and moved his attention to Beth’s pussy. I thought Bob was good. This guy was magic. He fucked Beth till she was almost senseless. He was at her pussy, her mouth, and her arse for at least an hour. Beth told me afterwards that she felt his cum right into her womb. ”Now for the young one.” He said when he had done with Beth. “Oh no.” I said. “Bob?” “That was the arrangement.” His friend replied for him and with that pushed me to my knees. Before I had chance to move he was on me and I was on the end of the hardest cock ever. It did not take him long to have me bouncing with him. He fucked me all afternoon with short rests. I was in heaven as I came again and again. Bob took his wife as often as he wished. She was helpless to stop him. Eventually Bob and his mate decided to go the pub. Beth and I cleaned up and although we had enjoyed the fucking we had received, agreed we preferred our own kind of lovemaking. We took the kids, left before the men returned and drove into the night. Eventually we found a quiet town where we settled and we are waiting for me to deliver our baby. Beth’s money is more than enough for us to live on and our neighbours think we are a widow and her divorced daughter. Who needs men????