5 comments/ 65970 views/ 11 favorites Tammy the Tease Ch. 01 By: the_scribbler Author's Note: This is a story about a wife who realizes that her sexual needs exceed what she can expect from her husband. While they both fantasize about her sleeping with other men, it is a door that they have not yet decided to walk through. If stories of married women who have sex with other men are not what you are looking for, please move on to something that you can be comfortable with. This story does contain a rather graffic scenario of non-consentual sex that some may find offensive. Thank you. Chapter One "You're going out again tonight? Weren't you just out last week," Brad complained to his wife when he saw her getting ready. It was obvious that Tammy wasn't laying out her regular 'night in with Brad' clothes. "Why don't you stay home with me, and then we'll go out tomorrow night - just the two of us." "Oh, come on Brad. You know I like my night out with the girls. I love going out with you, too, but it's not the same. Besides, you try this every month. You have your night out with your buds, and I have a night that I hang with the sistas." Brad knew the drill. He and Tammy had played out this scene many times over the last year, but the end result was his wife of 4 years always ended up going out with her friends. He wouldn't mind but for two things. First, she tended to dress a little too provocatively for a night out without him and secondly, he really wasn't crazy about her 'sistas'. "Oh, stop looking at me like that you big suck," Tammy chided him playfully. "You know that you're the only man for me." "Then why do you have to dress like you're looking to get picked up?" "Because," she pouted as she batted her eyes, "even though you're the only man for me, I still like to know that other men find me attractive. Besides, you know I like to dance, and with all the much younger girls out there, I have to make sure that guys come over to ask me Don't try to tell me that you don't get excited when some young thing flirts with you on your nights out." "It never happens because when we go out we don't go to pick-up bars." "So what are you saying? You don't trust me?" Tammy was starting to get a little upset. "It's not that, baby. You know I love you and I trust you. It's just that..." Brad put the brakes on while he tried to think of the best way to put it. "Well...what is it then?" It was official. Tammy was now upset, probably because she was pretty sure where this was going. Brad wasn't sure if he should go on, but he did anyway. "It's not you babe, it's your friends. I don't trust them," he blurted, and then immediately wished he could take it back, "Hannah and Alicia?" Tammy asked incredulously. "You've got to be kidding! We've been best friends since high school. What wrong with them?" "C'mon Tammy. Hannah's a major flirt, and I think everybody knows that Alicia fools around on Tom. Jim and his wife have seen her out a couple of times with different guys. You must know it." There. It was out. He finally said it. Tammy didn't say anything, but it didn't matter. The look on her face said it all. She was obviously composing her response carefully. "Ok, I admit it. I know that Alicia screws around a bit. She always has. That's just the way she is. And Hannah may be a big flirt, but as far as I know she has never fucked around on Bob. But no matter what, they're still my best friends. Besides, give me a little credit. I'm not going to go out and fuck some other guy, even if that's what my friends are doing. I go out, drink a little, have some fun with my friends and dance with some guys. But that's it. Sure I like to tease and flirt; let them look down my top or up my skirt every now and then, but you know I would never let it go any further than that. And if I recall correctly, I don't think you've ever complained about it when I come home." Tammy smirked at her husband because she knew that she had him on that point. While it bothered him when she went out, he loved when she came home. Tammy would be insatiably horny and wake Brad up. Then the fun would begin. She would tell him about all the guys she flirted with that night, telling him about how she could feel them pushing their big, hard cocks against her on the dance floor. Then she would tease him with stories about how she sucked their cocks and fucked them out in the parking lot. For some reason, Brad loved it when Tammy teased him like this. In a way he was ashamed that it turned him on so much, but once Tammy got started it was like a drug. It all began a few years ago when she they were talking about their former partners. Tammy was telling him about her old boyfriends and she noticed how turned on Brad got, so she started incorporating it into her sexual repertoire. After a time, Tammy realised that if she embellished the stories the sex got even hotter, so her old boyfriends' cocks got bigger and her exploits became sluttier. She didn't do it all the time, but when she drank she craved the fantasy even more than Brad. "I know, babe. You know that your fantasies really turn me on, too. And you know I'm not the jealous type. It's just that...I don't know. It's hard to put in words." "I think I know what you're trying to say. You love hearing me telling you stories about me being a total slut, but you couldn't handle me being like that for real." "Exactly. Tammy, I love you and I love what we have together. I just don't want anything to ever happen to it." "Oh, Brad," Tammy exclaimed as she stepped into her husband's strong arms and hugged him tightly. "You never have to worry about that. I love you too much to ever jeopardize our relationship. What we have is special, and the fact that we are both so open to what amounts to a pretty strange fantasy tells me that we are meant for each other." Brad tilted his head way down to kiss his wife, his hands instinctively cupping her firm round ass. Tammy kissed him back passionately, feeling his cock begin to stir against her stomach. Good, he was getting turned on. She had him right where she wanted him, tightly wrapped around her finger. "Alright lover," she said as she gently pushed him away. "That's enough for now, you'll have to wait until I get home before you get any more. Besides, how do you expect me to go out and fuck some other guy if my pussy is full of your cum?" Tammy smiled as she saw that Brad was indeed onside. "Now let me get dressed. It's my turn to drive - I told Alicia I would pick her up in 20 minutes and I still have to get dressed." Tammy picked out a tiny lace thong, stepped into it and pulled it up her shapely legs. The string disappeared between her ass cheeks and the front lace barely covered her smoothly shaved pussy. "Now...I'm going to need a skirt. Something nice and short because if I meet some hot guy, I want to make sure it's easy to get him into my pussy." Tammy swayed her ass back and forth on her way to the closet, smiling as she caught Brad's slack-jawed reaction in the mirror above her dresser. She loved how he was so easy to draw into her sexual fantasies. Tammy selected a tight little denim skirt that ended just below her stocking tops and pulled it up over the rounded flare of her hips. "I should have no problem flashing my little lace thong at the bar tonight, providing I don't take it off so I can flash even more." God, she sure loved acting slutty, and she was damn good at it! Tammy would have lots of dirty stories to share with Brad when she got home later tonight. She picked out a tight little white tube top, pulled it over her head and then turned around to face her husband. "You're not going out without a bra are you?" Brad asked, a little concerned as he eyed her big nipples. "Of course I am, silly," she cooed. "How can I expect all those hunky guys at the bar to check out my tits if I'm wearing a bra?" Cupping her tits with her hands, she squeezed and shook them at her husband. They weren't huge, but they were definitely more than a handful, and the fact that she was only five feet tall made them appear even larger on her tiny frame. Capping them were big nipples, almost a half inch in diameter, surrounded by puffy dark pink areolae bigger than a toonie. She checked her make up in the mirror, shook out her long blonde hair and then announced that she was almost ready to go. She just needed some shoes to complete her outfit, and she knew exactly which pair to wear. When you're a tiny five foot 'spinner' - as her husband liked to call her - you needed a bit of height, so she picked out her open toed sandals with three inch heel and straps that wrapped around her ankles and halfway up her sculpted calves. Tying the last strap, she went to give her husband a kiss before she left. Even with her heels on Brad was about ten inches taller than her. She could feel his stiff cock poking her belly as she wrapped her arms around him. "Don't wait up for me, babe," she told him. "I'll wake you up when I get home so you can service me. Unless, of course, I'm all fucked out by then. What do you think – should I have any problem finding a guy to fuck me tonight?" Tammy pulled back and did a slow pirouette for Brad. Brad looked at his wife consumed with lust. Even at twenty seven Tammy could easily pass for a teenager because of her diminutive size. In fact, she still got carded everywhere she went. While it bothered her when they were first married she now loved the fact that most guys thought she was only eighteen or nineteen. Barely a hundred pounds, Tammy worked out regularly to maintain her figure, and both she and Brad were proud of her accomplishment. Her legs were shapely, her ass firm, high and round, her belly taut and her breasts firm and pointed with not even a hint of sag. Tammy didn't just look sexy – she was sexy. It was all in her attitude. She knew she was gorgeous and had a great body and she liked to dress to show it off. She was always flashing her panties at guys, or leaning over so they could look down her top to see her tits – she was an incorrigible tease whether Brad was with her or not. It was her flirting that had first drawn Brad to her. Once they started going steady, it bothered him a bit that she still flirted with other guys, but she kept him in line with sex. Tammy wouldn't change and Brad couldn't give her up, so he put up with it. It wasn't until after they were married that Tammy figured out how to draw Brad into her lurid sexual fantasies. She loved her husband, and she was deeply thankful that she had actually been able to find someone who was not only able to accept her and her flirtatious personality, but embrace it with her. "Ok, I gotta go – it's party time." Tammy kissed Brad one more time and then strutted out of the room, swaying her ass and feeling her tits bouncing in her top. She felt very sexy and was looking forward to having a few drinks and getting picked up by some young stud tonight. She felt a little bad about being such a tease when she wasn't prepared to follow through, but she was always up front about being married and not fooling around on her husband. Tammy had to drive Brad's van that night because her car was in the shop for repairs. He used it mainly for work and camping, so the back was always full of gear, but it did have just enough seats for Tammy and her two friends and it was her turn to drive.Tammy stopped by Alicia's house first. Her friend was waiting for her and dressed like she was looking for some action. Alicia was a pretty brunette, and her body was similar in proportion to Tammy's, only about six inches taller. "Wow girl, you're lookin' hot tonight," Tammy said to her friend. "Thanks Tammy," she said as she gave her a quick peck on the cheek. "With you looking as good as you do, I have to do everything I can to make sure that I get a little attention because I'm sure all the guys are going to be staring at your tits tonight! What did Brad say when he saw you going out without a bra?" "He was a little upset at first, but I straightened him out. You know I've got my man wrapped around my finger." "Your pussy must be something special, girl. You should spread it around a bit and see what you're missing. The way you look, you could be having a different man on the side every week. And from what you've told me about Brad, I don't think he'd mind." "There's a big difference between fantasy and reality, Alicia. Who knows, maybe we'll do something in the future, but right now what we have seems to be working really good for both of us." Tammy's admission to her husband about Alicia wasn't entirely truthful. Alicia typically had sex on their nights out. She would often go out to the parking lot for a quickie or get a lift home from some guy she had met and was always trying to get Tammy to have some fun herself. "Suit yourself, baby. All I know is I'd go absolutely crazy if I didn't get some strange every now and then. Tom's a great guy and all, but I love the feeling of a strange cock sliding into me. We've never talked about it, but I'm pretty sure Tom knows. I don't know how he couldn't know! Now you, on the other hand, you talk about it all the time with Brad – and it turns him on. You should be bringing guys home and doing them right in front of him. God, my pussy is wet just thinking about that!" Tammy could feel her pussy begin to tingle with Alicia's dirty talk. While it was a strong fantasy of hers to fuck another guy in front of Brad, or even bring one in to their bed for a threesome, she had always thought that would be a little too kinky to bring up. She made a mental note to work that into their role playing somehow and see how Brad responded. Within minutes, they found themselves pulling up the long driveway to Hannah's house. Hannah was divorced and now living with Bob, who was filthy rich. He came from money, and turned that into even more money. He was in his early fifties, and had met Hannah while she was a waitress in a restaurant he frequented. She was quickly seduced by his money and soon left her husband for him. Bob was happy because he now had a young, huge-breasted trophy on his arm, and Hannah wanted for nothing. He travelled quite a bit, so their girls night out always coincided with one of Bob's frequent trips. Hannah was taller than the other two at just under six foot, and stunningly gorgeous. Her figure was prefect and always had been, but after meeting Bob she now had a personal trainer and had got her breasts enhanced from a D cup to a firm double D. Hannah would dress provocatively, but never slutty. She always managed to look classy, even while flashing lots of thigh and cleavage. Tonight was no different. While Hannah would never blatantly fuck around like Alicia, Tammy had seen her personal trainer and was sure she was fucking him. "Wow, you two look like you're not planning on going home tonight," Hannah laughed as she climbed into the back of the van and sat in the lone seat behind Alicia. "Oh, I'm planning on going home," Alicia laughed. "But hopefully not straight home." "I don't know how you manage to get away with it, Alicia," Hannah replied, "but I am jealous of all the action you get." "Come on now, Hannah. You may be able to fool Bob, but you can't fool me," Alicia stated. "I've seen Frank, and I'm sure he's much more than a personal trainer. There's no way that a healthy, vibrant woman like yourself could resist a young black stud like Frank. I've seen him at the gym in his tights, girl – and that man looks like he has a cannon down his pants!" "Alicia!" Tammy couldn't believe her ears. "What! Don't give me that, Tammy. You've seen him. That man doesn't have an ounce of fat on him and he's got the biggest bulge I think I have ever seen. Now fess up Hannah, what's he like?" "Why, Alicia," Hannah pretended to be offended. "Even if I have fucked him, I wouldn't tell anyone about it." "Not even your best friends?" Now it was Alicia's turn to feign offence. "Nobody! And there's nothing to talk about anyway! Now let's get going – I'm dying for a drink and it's been a month since I've danced." They chatted away as Tammy made the 30 minute drive to the bar they frequented. There were others closer, but this one was out of town, played good music and had a steady supply of young, good-looking men. They reached the bar and were happy to see the parking lot was almost full. Good, there would be lots of pickings tonight. As soon as Tammy had parked the van, the three of them checked their make-up before heading inside. The three girls entered the bar and immediately caught the attention of every guy within viewing distance. They were aware of the women checking them out too; sizing up the competition. Tammy could feel the heat between her legs intensifying as the closest men openly checked out her tits. As if they were oblivious to the stares, the friends made their way to the bar and ordered. "Hey there girls," the bartender called out as soon as he saw them. "The regular?" "You got it," Tammy called back, smilingly at the handsome young man. She had been here often enough that they didn't bother carding her anymore. He poured three shots of tequila, and then three double gin and tonics. Alicia liked to call this the panty remover special. They raised their shot glasses together and downed the tequila - no need for lemon or salt – picked up their drinks and made their way towards the dance floor. Parking themselves at a high table beside the dance floor, the girls had been there for probably only one minute when Alicia was approached and asked to dance. That was usually the way it went, and Tammy knew it was because the guys knew her reputation as easy to get. She and Hannah talked and drank while watching their friend strutting her stuff on the dance floor. Alicia sure knew how to move, and they both knew from experience that they wouldn't be seeing much of her tonight. It didn't take long for the wolves to move in. Before their drinks were finished, both Hannah and Tammy were up dancing with some guys, and so the night went. They had been there about an hour or so, and every once in a while they caught up with each other, but they basically had what they went there for – free drinks and lots of flirting and dancing. Alicia was still with the same guy, but Hannah and Tammy had moved around a bit, doing a bit of 'grazing' as they called it. Tammy wasn't sure, but around 11:00 she thought she saw Frank way in the back, but didn't think too much about it until she noticed that after that she never saw Hannah again. Hmm, perhaps Alicia was right. Speaking of Alicia, she seemed to be enjoying herself. She was almost fucking her guy right there on the dance floor. As for Tammy, there was one guy in particular who she seemed to be dancing with a lot. He was a tall, good looking guy around twenty two named Jake who was here with a couple of his friends. Tammy did her regular thing, made sure he saw her wedding band and explained that she was married and just here with her friends to have a few drinks and dance and Jake seemed alright with that. As usual, Tammy made sure that Jake saw plenty of what he wasn't going to get that night; shaking her tits for him, making sure he noticed her big, hard nipples and flashing her lace thong to him whenever she had the opportunity. The effect was obviously working on Jake because as she ground her cunt against him during a slow dance, she could feel his hard cock pressing right back into her belly. If only she was taller she'd be able to line that baby up against her pussy to get herself off. Before she knew it, it was last call. Tammy had a few G and T's, but she was alright to drive, so she scanned the bar for Alicia and found her making out with the guy that she had spent the evening with. Excusing herself from Jake, she squeezed herself through the thinning crowd and made her way over to her friend. Tammy the Tease Ch. 01 "Hey, Alicia. You pretty much ready to go? I think Hannah's already left," she called out to her friend. "Hey – Tammy. Yeah, Hannah left with Frank a couple of hours ago," she said with a look that said 'told you so'. "Look – I was going to get a lift from Jim here. Are you ok with that?" "Sure – no problem." "Are you sure you're alright with that? I feel terrible that we've both completely bailed on you tonight." "No problem. You have fun. I'll just finish my drink, say goodnight to Jake and head home. Call me tomorrow?" "Sure thing – I'll fill you in on all the details." At that point Alicia leaned in close to whisper to Tammy "He's got a masive cock. I'll let you know if he knows how to use it." Tammy couldn't believe her friend actually told her that, but she knew that she was pretty drunk. In spite of her shock, though, her own pussy tingled at the thought of playing with some big strange cock. She gave Alicia a hug and a peck goodnight and headed back to her table where Jake was standing with his two friends. "Looks like your friend has abandoned you," Jake said. "Yeah. Well, it happens. Listen Jake, I'd better get going. I just wanted to thank you for the drinks and the dancing and for being such a gentleman tonight." "No problem Tammy. I had a good time tonight, too. My balls might be a little blue, but I had a lot of fun." He smiled at her. "But I wouldn't be much of a gentleman if I didn't escort you out to your car. The parking lot gets pretty dark here at night and I wouldn't want something to happen to you." "Why thank you, Jake," Tammy said as she slipped her hand into the crook of the arm that he offered and pulled herself in tight. Jake could feel her tit mashing into his arm as he led her out into the dimly lit lot. "Where are you parked?" he asked. "Way in the back. We didn't get here til about nine. That's my van there in the last row." Jake followed Tammy's gaze to Brad's Chevy van in the back row of the lot and then led her over to it. Reaching the van, there was a moment of awkwardness as Tammy unlocked the door and thanked him once more. She felt like she should give him a kiss or something, and she got the impression that Jake was waiting for one. She could see his two buddies waiting for him over by a Ford pick-up a few rows over. "Look – Tammy. I know you're married and all, but how about a goodnight kiss?" The thought wasn't unappealing to Tammy, and it wasn't as though she hadn't thought of it. Jake was young, good looking and strong. A kiss wouldn't be out of line. Besides, it was just a kiss. Instead of answering, she reached up and put her hands on either side of Jake's neck, pulling his face down to hers as she got up onto her tip toes. Wow, he was tall. He was at least a few inches taller than Brad. Their lips met, and Tammy started to melt. She could feel Jake's tongue probing her lips, searching for an opening. Instinctively, she parted her lips and sent her tongue out to meet his, inviting it to come play in her own mouth. Jake moved forward, trapping her body between his and the door of the van, lifting her up so he could kiss her without bending over. Tammy's arms went around his neck, kissing him passionately as she felt his hardness pushing against her – this time where she needed to feel it. She felt like a teenager, making out after a hot date, not a woman who had been happily married for four years. Her mind stopped as she said those words to herself. She was married. Happily. She shouldn't be doing this. Jake started grinding his cock against her cunt. God it felt good. Too good. She had to put a stop to this, but her pussy was feeling very happy right now and it wanted to feel even happier. "Jake..." Tammy managed to blurt out breathlessly as she tore her mouth away from his. His lips found hers again and once again their tongues were dancing together, stopping any protest that she might have. Tammy's thighs opened as she drew her knees up to wrap her legs around Jake's hips. She was humping him back. Damn pussy! Why did it have to have so much control over her. She should be back home right now doing this with her husband, not some stranger in a parking lot. Besides, there were people watching. "Jake..." This time she somehow managed to find the strength to resist him. Jake eased her down til her feet were on the ground again. She could see the big lump in his pants that he had been thrusting into her. She wanted to reach out and massage it, let it out so she could see it, but fought the urge. She didn't need this going any further than it had. "See what you did to me?" Jake said as he caught her looking at his cock. "You got me all big and hard, you tease." "Jake...I'm sorry...but..." "But nothing, you slut." Jake's mood turned angry as he became a completely different person. He pulled the keys from the door and unlocked the sliding door behind the driver's door. Opening it, he easily picked her up and pushed her inside. She fell backwards onto Brads camping gear as Jake crawled in, undoing his pants. "Jake...no...don't do this..." Tammy was starting to cry. "Shut up you whore. You want this even more than me. Don't even try to pretend that this isn't what you came here for tonight." She could see his stiff cock jutting out from his body in the dim light that was coming in through the open door. He wasn't huge – but he looked to be a bit bigger than Brad. It was then that her mind kicked back in. Tammy tried to fight him off, but Jake was far too strong. Pinning her shoulders down with one arm, he wedged his knees between her thighs, spreading them. Her little skirt was now above her hips and Jake could see her lace thong. Tammy began to yell but Jake covered her mouth, warning her that if she caused any trouble, he'd really hurt her. His big fingers stroked her, trying to prime her, but her body wasn't cooperating. Hooking his fingers under the front of the thong, Jake ripped it from her body leaving her completely exposed to him. Tammy began to sob as Jake slowly sank on top of her. She could feel his hard cock against her naked flesh now, probing, searching for the opening. His head soon found the spot and nestled itself into the groove between her lips before forcing itself inside her. "Ooo...baby...that is one tight pussy you've got," Jake taunted her. She could feel him inside of her, but she was numb to the sensation. There was some pain because she wasn't wet and he was a bit bigger than what she was used to, but her mind had managed to detach itself from the situation. At this point all fight had left Tammy and she lay there passively while the big cock relentlessly fucked her. For his part, Jake saw this as a sign of not just triumph, but approval, and he began fucking her with long, slow strokes; pulling almost all the way out until just his head was inside her, and then thrusting deep, grinding his pubic bone against her clit. Taking his weight of her, Jake uncovered her mouth as he propped himself up on both arms. This is when Tammy first began to feel it. Deep inside. At first she tried to deny it, but the feeling was unmistakable. The pain that she had felt initially from the friction was gone as her pussy began to moisten. No, moisten wasn't the right word. She was wet. No, it couldn't be. It must have been a defence mechanism, just a physical response to a physical act. After all, this was rape and rape was an act of violence, not love. Yes, this was her body's way of protecting itself. As much as she tried to rationalize it in her mind, Tammy couldn't deny what was happening to her. Her knees were now wide open, no longer trying to inhibit the assault on her. Her hips began moving; small movements at first, but they gradually became more pronounced. When she first became aware of them she told herself that it was to accommodate the angle of penetration so there would be less damage. But now she couldn't lie to herself anymore, her pussy was wet and it was thrusting itself up at Jake's cock, humping it, rubbing its clit hard against his pubic bone. Tammy's head fell to the side and she opened her eyes, gazing dreamily out through the open door into the parking lot. Jakes two friends were right beside the van watching their buddy fuck her, rubbing their cocks through their jeans. Tammy felt real dirty at that point. Not bad dirty, but sexy dirty. She didn't want to but she couldn't help it. Here she was, a married woman, getting fucked by some hunk in the back of her husband's van while two other hunks were watching the action. A moan escaped her lips. "You're lovin' this, aren't you? God, you are one hot fuck!" It was the first thing Jake had said to her since he started fucking her. She didn't want to respond. Didn't want to validate what he was doing to her, but she didn't have to. Her body was telling him that he was doing everything right. She was no longer being raped because she was giving as good as she was getting. God his cock felt good. Her legs wrapped themselves around his hips in a selfish attempt to keep him inside of her so she could rub her clit against him. Jake couldn't hold back any longer. He had never fucked anybody like Tammy before. He thrust in as far as he could and felt his orgasm come. Seconds later he was spewing his load deep into married pussy. Tammy felt Jake cum inside her and felt some disappointment that she would be denied her own orgasm. Jake pulled out of her and her hands instantly went to her pussy, furiously massaging her clit in a valiant attempt to finish herself as Jake did up his pants and climbed from the van. "Ok Tom, she's all warmed up for you." Before she knew what was happening, Jakes friend was climbing into the van, pulling his fat cock out and sticking it inside of her. This time it didn't hurt because she was lubricated with her own juices as well as Jake's cum. Tom had a nice fat one, and Tammy, in spite of her loathing of the situation and her shame of enjoying it, found herself loving the sensations that the thick cock was giving her. As she approached orgasm, Tammy was once more denied release as Tom emptied his balls into her. Bastard! Once more Tammy's fingers danced away on her clit as Tom tucked himself back into his pants. She looked out the door at Jake's other buddy, who was already tugging down his zipper. "I sure hope you're next." She couldn't believe the words that were coming out of her mouth, but she couldn't help herself. She had been drinking, she was horny, and she needed a good fucking! She watched as number three pulled his cock out of his pants. Nice! He was as thick as Tom, but longer that Jake – probably around eight inches. Grasping it in her hands, she pulled him on top of her, revelling in his girth as she guided him into her. "Fuck me with that big cock," she purred to him, drawing his face down to kiss him as she felt his big head push past her lips and then deep inside her. This was easily the biggest cock she had ever had, and she was thankful that she was so wet and ready for it. Locking her ankles behind his back, she pulled herself up and onto him until he was completely ensheathed by her pussy. She couldn't believe how good his huge cock felt inside of her – she had never been stretched like this, never felt this full, but she loved it. "Fuck me...oh God...fuck me," she pleaded. She didn't even know his name and here she was, fucking him like a cheap whore in the back of her husband's van while his friends watched. She could feel her climax coming. If he could only hang in there for another minute. "Oh fuck...I'm gonna' cum...fuck me harder...pound me...pound me with your cock..." Tammy lay back and spread her legs wide for her partner. Grasping the inside of her knees, she drew them up to offer her cunt fully to Jake's friend. He responded by fucking her hard with fast, full strokes; all the way out until just the tip of his head touched her and then right in to the balls, driving her down into the equipment she was lying in with each violent down stroke. The spasms began. She could feel the muscles of her cunt convulsing as waves of intense pleasure swept through her, building to a point that she had never experienced before. Through the fog of her ecstasy she could hear a sound. What was it? Was it a siren? No...it was...it was coming from her. She was moaning incoherently as her pleasure spiralled over the top. She started cumming with such force she was afraid she would pass out, completely oblivious to the man between her legs filling her with his seed. Encircling him with her arms, Tammy tried to pull him down into an embrace, but he was finished and wanted to leave before anyone came. She needed to feel him inside her as her super sensitive pussy trembled with little 'aftershocks', but he was already pulling away from her, out of her. "No, please. Lay with me for a while," she pleaded, but he was already off her, tucking his big, gooey cock back into his pants. He climbed out of the van and then she was lying there alone, tube top up over her tits, skirt above her waist, and copious amounts of cum running out of her cunt and onto her husband's stuff. Her hands cupped her pussy, trying to relieve the emptiness she felt as she watched the three men walk over to the pick up. The emptiness gradually gave way to shame as her sexual high waned, leaving Tammy wallowing in the gritty reality of her situation. Sobbing, she hugged herself tightly, pulling her skirt down to cover herself. She was aware of the wetness she was lying in, the puddle slowly getting larger as the fluids drained from her gaping pussy. 'What the hell is wrong with me,' she thought. 'How could I have possibly enjoyed that? What am I going to tell Brad?' Pulling herself together, she managed to find some Kleenex to clean herself up with and wipe the semen off her husband's gear. Next she straightened her clothing and then climbed to the driver's seat in the front of the van. She was relieved to see that Jake and his friends had left, indeed the parking lot was mostly empty, the few remaining cars belonging to employees still cleaning up or left behind by those patrons too drunk to drive. Sitting in the driver's seat, Tammy started the engine and buckled herself in, still wondering what to tell Brad. She had already decided that she wouldn't involve the police, worrying more about embarrassing personal information becoming public than she did about repercussions from Jake. No – she wouldn't mention anything to Brad. It would be her secret, her burden. She looked at the clock. It was two thirty. Her husband would be fast asleep. As she drove home in the peace and quiet of the early morning, she had time to think. She would let Brad sleep tonight. She would clean up in the basement shower to avoid waking him and then slip quietly into bed to sleep. Unless she physically roused him, nothing would wake him. In the morning she would tell him that she tried to wake him but couldn't so she gave up and looked after herself. Going over the events of the night, Tammy wondered if she could have done anything differently, anything that would have prevented her rape. In her mind she thought of the three men who raped her, and her reaction to their assault. She remembered the last man, with his huge cock, pounding it into her while she kissed him, while she opened her legs for him, while she urged him to fuck her harder. His big cock had felt good, filling her and stretching her tight little cunt more than it had ever been. Without realizing it, her one hand was between her legs, her fingers tips lightly massaging her clit as she recalled the pleasure she had felt. Tammy had to pull off the road to finish so she could give all her attention to her immediate needs. Her tube top was lowered so she could twist and pinch her big nipples with her other hand. The speed and strength of her orgasm took her by surprise considering how tender she was and what she had just been through. "You are one horny little slut," she said to herself while examining her reflection in the rear view mirror. Composing herself once more, she pulled back onto the road and resumed her drive home. Tammy had to put her favourite CD into the player to keep her mind off the feelings she was still feeling between her legs. How could she still be horny? What the hell was the matter with her? Twenty minutes later Tammy was parking Brad's van in the driveway. Relieved to see the lights were all off, Tammy turned her key in the lock, quietly swung the door open and listened for any sounds of life. Everybody was asleep. Sneaking down the basement stairs, Tammy turned on the shower and undressed. She was still horny and thought about waking Brad up so he could service her, but didn't want him to see her swollen pussy so she stepped under the water. After towelling herself dry Tammy climbed the stairs to her bedroom and climbed into bed, laying naked next to her husband. Once again she toyed with the idea of waking Brad, but settled instead for quietly rubbing herself off before drifting to sleep. End of Chapter One