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My saga Part 1
 I guess I should start at the very beginning though the early parts will lack the dirt people reading stories here want. I must have been born with a sex related gene abnormality. I call it an abnormality only since I developed differently, not that I developed in a bad way. My earliest memories start at kindergarten age. Even at this young age I obsessed about sex, though I can't say I really knew what sex was. I created games based on the original Batman series. I thought Catwoman as incredibly alluring considering the outfit and all. The sexualality of Catwoman went beyond the average kids' awareness. In my version, the bad guys acted in an adult oriented manner after capturing Batman. Batman, me, would still get put in situations he'd have to escape or die from. However, he would also be forced to do things that resulted in his pants and underwear coming off. Once this occurred, things would be done to Batman's dick and balls. Unfortunately, I could not have an orgasm at this age though the tingling was there.
I also remember lots of times in third grade and later years where I repeatedly daydreamed the same two daydreams over and over with only minor changes. These two fantasies continued until I reached puberty. The first fantasy though sexually oriented didn't involve force or any criminal activity. I dreamed that once married my wife would never wear clothes at home or at the most a clear plastic-like clothing. The more important part stated that my wife would not only have sex with me anytime I wanted, but would also perform any sexual act I desired. The second, and more common, did involve criminal activity. It also became my favorite. This fantasy involved either owning property well away from everyone else. The story would start with the hijacking of something like a school bus. Once in control of the bus, all males would be forced off the bus in a remote area. A better version had only females on the bus as it carried a girls sports team or came from an all girls school. I should say that I grew up in the woods of Virginia. Plenty of remote places existed and these also had tree cover to help hide from any helicopters. Quite amazingly, all the girls and the bus driver (if still on board) were attractive. Being a fantasy the girls would not cause problems while I took the bus to my lair. At the lair, girls already in my control would teach the newcomers their responsibilities. The girls became slaves responsible for all upkeep of the area, cooking and of course satisfying my every sexual desire. I would utilize psychological tools so eventually the girls could be allowed to roam the compound without fear that they would leave. In other words, the Stockholm Syndrome would take hold and they would become attached to me. During puberty, as I gained knowledge about sex, these fantasies subsided to be replaced with ones similar to how I live now.
In my early teens I started to act on my desires. One night I went to my sister's room and got into her bed. Her breasts had just started developing and I wanted to explore them. Afraid of her reaction I just laid there for a minute or two. However, since I knew I had awakened her, yet she pretended to still be asleep, I started to make my move. Very slowly, so slowly it almost hurt, I moved my hand to the hem of her nightgown. Surely, she noticed this but still gave no reaction. I got my hand inside her nightgown moving upward to her breasts. Though I knew otherwise, I went slowly trying to believe that she still slept. Finally, I reached her left tit. Upon reaching her tit I allowed my hand to touch her body for the first time. I started gently squeezing and rubbing it. Being the first time I had touched one of natures finest creations and still scared out of my wits that she would suddenly scream, I acted hesitantly. After a short time I gained some confidence that she was not going to run to mom or scream.
Having started satisfied my curiosity about tits, I started my hand toward her pussy. Again I moved slowly giving her time to stop me. She didn't. My fingers easily slid under the waistband of her panties. Down further I pushed my hand. I discovered she had very little hair around her pussy. Still further I went expecting her to stop me. A few more inches and I hit pay dirt. Her virgin, still developing pussy was mine to play with. I didn't view this a form of sex but as an educational experience. I amateurishly began playing with her pussy. Now knowing she would allow me to explore her body, I began to really enjoy myself. For the most part I just rubbed the outside of her pussy. Cautiously, I ran a finger down her slit slightly pushing inward. I drew a small amount of moisture out on the tip of my finger. Now I began to roam across her body: up to her tits then down for some pussy before returning for another handful of tit.
My cock, all a tingle, wanted some attention and was not willing to wait. So I took her left hand and placed it in my pants. She didn't pull her hand away from my dick but didn't fondle it either. So I placed my hand on hers and moved it around and along my dick. Being young and highly excited it didn't take long before I came. I used her hand to milk the small amount of cum I was capable of producting out of my dick. I then went to the bathroom for a quick cleanup before going to back to my own bed. This didn't become a regular ritual, but I did make a lot of return trips. On subsequent trips she would slowly squeeze and release my dick while awkwardly trying to masturbate me. Over time we slowly learned without saying a word how to hand fuck each other. During these nocturnal meetings I never really knew her feelings on the subject as we never spoke about this and I always initiated everything.
One Saturday she surprised me though. Her closest friend had come over to stay the night. They had been in the basement for awhile when my sister came to my room. She whispered that she had talked to her friend, Janice, and that Janice wanted to join in our games. Overcoming my embarrassment that she had told somebody our secret, I followed her to the basement. They had built a house from blankets and chairs having everything ready for my arrival.
I entered the house and found Janice already inside. Janice and I were to play a married couple. I laid down next to Janice while she lay on her back not really knowing what to expect. I moved my hand up under her shirt playing with her developing tits through her bra. I moved my attention from one tit to the other keeping my hand outside her bra. I then moved her bra above her breasts. I played with her tits for quite some time before slowly moving my hand down her abdomen feeling her tenseness due to nervousness.
I unbuttoned and unzipped her pants. My hand moved slowly around the outside of her panties spreading the flaps of her pants for easier access to her pussy. I started moving my hand in circles with the bottom of each circle moving downward until at last my hand was well between her legs. I rubbed her pussy feeling it moisten her panties. She had begun to relax slightly after my careful ministrations. First one finger slid slowly under her panties at the right leg hole. As this finger reached its goal I slid it around her pussy before removing it from inside her panties. Wanting more room to maneuver I slid my entire hand down her panties. Carefully, I explored her pussy completely. I rubbed her clit while teasing her slit ever so slightly. Her breathing started to change and she began to relax as my index finger curled up entering her pussy. I alternated between finger fucking her and moving my hand in circles outside her cunt to excite her clit.
Now the time had come to teach her how to handle a cock. Leaving her pussy alone for a second I undid my pants. I grabbed her hand and guided it down my underwear to my throbbing cock. As initially with my sister, she had no idea about how to treat a hungry cock. As with my sister, I guided her hand along my cock and down around my balls. Before long she no longer needed my help. I now could return to feeling her up and down. In a short time I unleashed my cum now in a larger amount than that first night with my sister. Really in this just for myself, I left the makeshift house and cleaned up. Though I never brought either of them to an orgasm, we continued these encounters until around the time I entered high school. In reality, Janice and my sister served as my living textbook and sex toys. Just the way women should always be.
Though I thought about raping and forcing women to accept my ultimate control, I didn't actually rape one until I was 25. My wife, Laura, and I were sleeping in different rooms at the time. One night, after once again thinking about how she always pissed me off, I became incredibly horny. I went to her room with the idea that I would screw her whether she wanted to or not. In fact, I hoped that she wouldn't. Unfortunately, as soon as I got into her bed she not only responded, she was voracious. The sex was the best I'd had to that point. Between my senses having been afire while plotting and entering her bed, the complete abandon (relief at our temporary reconciliation) she showed and the fact that there was absolutely no foreplay was completely exhilarating. Though things didn't go as I'd hoped, this event did hint at just how great an actual rape would feel. After this my fantasizing became plotting.
A short time after, Laura and I crossed paths as she came home for lunch just before I left to go back to work. It didn't take long for an argument to start. I brought up my long standing belief that for a short time after we got together she still slept with her old boyfriend. She just gave an evasive answer. This made me see red. As I had been consumed by thoughts of rape, my fury and desire blended together. It was an odd feeling being sexually stimulated during an argument. We had both wandered to the back of the house near the bedrooms while arguing. Not being able to take it any more I told her that as she'd fuck him when he wanted she was going to fuck me now. She refused. The game was on.
A cloud enveloped my brain. All thoughts except fucking Laura disappeared. I was going to fuck her come hell or high water. She made the mistake of going into her bedroom. I followed. I grabbed her and turned her around ordering her to have sex. She still refused so I had no choice. I pushed her backwards onto the bed. She was laying across the bed with her legs over the edge, feet on the floor. I moved forward to keep her on the bed while she stared up at me in shock. I straddled her legs while reaching out and undoing her pants. She was too scared to resist as I tugged her panties and pants off at the same time. This required a good hard pull as the pants were snug fitting, highlighting her gorgeous ass. She still had shoes on. So once I had her pants to her ankles, I had to pull one of her shoes off. All my nerves tingling and my dick aching to be in her meant I didn't waste time completely removing her pants. I just left them dangling on one leg which seemed more appropriate anyway. I quickly dropped my pants and underwear to my ankles.
Now I took a very short look at my handiwork. She continued to just lay there. Her arms were tight to her sides. Her neatly trimmed pussy looked more inviting than ever, even with her legs still closed. The tears slowly running down the sides of her face just turned me on even more. I decided to not bother with her sweater, shirt and bra. My lust needed to be satisfied now and that only required her pussy. I put one hand on each of her knees and opened her legs. My cock, already rock hard and aching, seemed to enlarge even more as I moved between her legs. It seemed that I might explode before even entering her. A bomb could have gone off right next to me and I wouldn't have noticed at this point.
I moved in guiding my dick to her pussy. I expected to have some trouble getting inside her pussy as it had been a little hard a few times in the past when for some reason she didn't lubricate normally. I was surprised when my dick went right in on the first push. She certainly wasn't wet. Maybe I pushed harder than normal as I wasn't exactly in control of myself. Her pussy may have been dry, but its warmth sure felt good. Everything seemed to be going in slow motion. I'd swear I felt her heat slowly travel the length of my dick as I entered her. Her pussy seemed to be wrapped tighter around my dick than normal. A man's dick can change size due to changes in his testosterone level so maybe my dick had grown. More likely, her fear caused her pussy to tighten.
I wanted to be able to see it all. So I put my hands on the bed next to her hips and braced myself on my elbows as I started to slowly fuck her. I alternated between staring into her eyes and watching my dick force its way in and out of her pussy. Though for different reasons, both views heightened my excitement. After a short time, I exercised my power over her by ordering her to fuck me. She immediately obeyed. Her instant obedience against her will increased my overall pleasure in fucking her. Now she was meeting my every thrust. It didn't take much longer before I knew I was going to unload in her reluctant pussy. I increased the force of each thrust while using every trick I knew to make myself last just a little longer. Raping her felt so good that every second became precious. Locking my gaze onto her eyes while she stared up at the ceiling my orgasm came on. I clenched every muscle I could, driving my cock as far as possible inside her. Without me having to tell her, she lifted her hips to allow me in just a little more. She didn't do this out of enjoyment. She knew at this point not to disappoint me. My load started squirting into her. I remained buried in her pussy until I knew I had run dry. My work done, I pulled out, went to the bathroom, wiped off then returned to work.
From that point on, though I certainly wouldn't turn down a chance for consensual sex, I was hooked on rape. The power, punishment given out and not having to do anything for the woman made rape feel so much better than consensual sex. Now that I had crossed the Rubicon continuing down the road would be easy. I started making plans for raping women at random. The final obstacle soon removed itself when Laura found an apartment and moved out. However, she continued to call me and occasionally come over to get laid. (You see I wanted the marriage to end, she wanted a short break then to get back together.) This whorish sex held me in check for awhile. It also setting up my next rape. I wanted to drill Laura's ass. I'd never fucked a woman in the ass. In fact, I'm kind of disgusted by the thought and don't think I could look the woman I'd just cornholed in the eye. Yet at the same time I wanted to know what it felt like. I also knew she abhorred the idea. Thus two objectives would be achieved: I'd learn what ass sex felt like and I'd be able to punish her more severely than before. The thought of raping her ass served as fuel for many masturbation sessions.
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Over time, Laura's visits began to have more time between them. I couldn't blame her, as I only talked to her enough to keep the bedroom sessions continuing. I knew I had to act soon. Soon after I made this decision she came over again. Before enough pretend time had passed to allow for sex, she started to leave. I got very quiet trying to decide whether to jump her ass right then or wait. I could tell her reason for leaving so quickly was because she was going to meet someone. I couldn't decide whether to wait for a better time or grab the chance that might not come again. Noticing my silence she asked what I was thinking. She probably hoped I would say something about missing her and wanting to get back together. Without thinking, or maybe just to judge her reaction, I told her flat out I wanted to rape her ass. She immediately changed the subject but didn't head to the door. My mind locked onto the target. By not immediately leaving I knew now was the time. She must have hoped talking to me some more would ease me off the ledge. It couldn't have been possible for her to believe I was joking. I followed her deflection of the conversation to lure her in. As several feet separated us, I didn't think I could make a move toward her without sending her fleeing out of the house. As we talked about other things she slowly closed the gap between us. I waited just a little longer to make my move feeling that this delay would increase the shock value. Not realizing her danger, she had moved in front of me, lightly leaning on a wall behind her. The time had come.
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I stood up as if to head to the kitchen. She made the mistake of allowing me to get within arms reach. I stepped toward her to close the last bit of gap, insuring she could not escape. While reaching for her I told her I meant what I said about raping her ass. She froze in place. Several times we went back and forth with her saying don't do it and me saying I would. I started moving her to the kitchen. She didn't fight but neither did she go willingly. As long as I provided slight pressure to her back she moved, but very slowly. Once in the kitchen another debate about me fucking her ass started though she talked as a defeated woman. To end the debate I backed her into the counter and pulled her sweatpants over her hips. They slowly slid down her silky legs until reaching the floor. She still tried to debate me but made no effort to keep her pants up. I then decided a change of venue would give me better access to her ass. With her sweatpants still around her ankles, I guided her to my bedroom. While passing the hall closet I grabbed the vaseline.
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 I had her kneel down by the side of the bed. I then leaned her over the bed. Since my bed didn't have a frame, insteading the box spring laying on the floor, the position was perfect. The top mattress ended just at her waist allowing for a nice ninety degree bend with her knees still on the floor for stability. I took a moment to admire her ass through her panties before starting to pull her panties down. Immediately, I could smell her. She must have had sex with someone before coming over and hadn't showered. The aroma fueled me in two ways. First, the smell of pussy intoxicated me. Then knowing someone had been in MY pussy angered me.
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As her sweatpants would easily go over her shoes I removed her pants and panties completely this time, tossing them into the hall. I continued to inhale the smell of sex while dipping my finger into the vaseline. I started rubbing the vaseline into her pussy. Replenishing my supply, I moved toward her asshole. I rubbed the vaseline around her hole then over it and down to her pussy. I repeated this process several times. About the fourth time I started to concentrate on her asshole. She realized then that I really intended to ream her. She turned her head slightly and authoritatively said one word, "NO". To calm her I moved my finger back down to her cunt.
The time had come to satisfy my dick. I stood and quickly took off my pants and underwear. My cock twitched in anticipation. The head was a much darker shade of purple than normal as my cock awaited its first entry into an ass. I knelt down and started to place the tip against her asshole. Again, she stiffened and said, "NO". I chickened out, deciding not to risk what she would do if I raped her ass. I knew she would be a good little girl if I just fucked her pussy. I needed to fuck more than I needed to fuck an ass. My first assfuck would have to wait until I grabbed some bitch off the street.
I lowered my dick down to her cunt. Slowly, I pushed forward sliding it in bit by bit. As this would probably be my last safe rape I wanted it to last. When my dick was in as far as I could get I grabbed hold of her ass. I squeezed and pulled her cheeks apart to ensure a great view the entire time I raped her. I kept the pace nice and slow. With each outward move I received a fresh whiff of her used cunt. Nothing could have smelled sweeter. As I continued to fuck the slut I moved my fingers toward her asshole. Though fucking her unwilling pussy felt awesome I still thought of quickly slamming my cock into her ass. My cock decided matters. That oh so wonderful feeling had started to build up. I would soon cum and didn't want my jizz arriving while trying to enter her ass, dripping on my carpet. I continued to slow fuck her pussy. To punish her a little, while increasing my pleasure, I started pulling all the way out and then reenter. Hopefully, she'd bruise even if only slightly. I didn't get the chance to do this for long though. I switched my position to straddle her, driving my dick in as deep as I could. I held this position while my cock deposited my spunk into her.
After draining as deep into her as possible, I quickly withdrew then went to clean up. She had gathered her clothes and had gone to another bathroom. I felt a little cheated, not having raped her ass. As she headed for the door I let her know exactly what I thought of her. I knew she would never return so I relieved my frustration verbally. That night I spent planning. I knew in the future my victims wouldn't be so kind as to come to me.
Stay tuned for my continuing saga. Several more adventures have yet to come before getting the story up to date.
I also remember lots of times in third grade and later years where I repeatedly daydreamed the same two daydreams over and over with only minor changes. These two fantasies continued until I reached puberty. The first fantasy though sexually oriented didn't involve force or any criminal activity. I dreamed that once married my wife would never wear clothes at home or at the most a clear plastic-like clothing. The more important part stated that my wife would not only have sex with me anytime I wanted, but would also perform any sexual act I desired. The second, and more common, did involve criminal activity. It also became my favorite. This fantasy involved either owning property well away from everyone else. The story would start with the hijacking of something like a school bus. Once in control of the bus, all males would be forced off the bus in a remote area. A better version had only females on the bus as it carried a girls sports team or came from an all girls school. I should say that I grew up in the woods of Virginia. Plenty of remote places existed and these also had tree cover to help hide from any helicopters. Quite amazingly, all the girls and the bus driver (if still on board) were attractive. Being a fantasy the girls would not cause problems while I took the bus to my lair. At the lair, girls already in my control would teach the newcomers their responsibilities. The girls became slaves responsible for all upkeep of the area, cooking and of course satisfying my every sexual desire. I would utilize psychological tools so eventually the girls could be allowed to roam the compound without fear that they would leave. In other words, the Stockholm Syndrome would take hold and they would become attached to me. During puberty, as I gained knowledge about sex, these fantasies subsided to be replaced with ones similar to how I live now.
In my early teens I started to act on my desires. One night I went to my sister's room and got into her bed. Her breasts had just started developing and I wanted to explore them. Afraid of her reaction I just laid there for a minute or two. However, since I knew I had awakened her, yet she pretended to still be asleep, I started to make my move. Very slowly, so slowly it almost hurt, I moved my hand to the hem of her nightgown. Surely, she noticed this but still gave no reaction. I got my hand inside her nightgown moving upward to her breasts. Though I knew otherwise, I went slowly trying to believe that she still slept. Finally, I reached her left tit. Upon reaching her tit I allowed my hand to touch her body for the first time. I started gently squeezing and rubbing it. Being the first time I had touched one of natures finest creations and still scared out of my wits that she would suddenly scream, I acted hesitantly. After a short time I gained some confidence that she was not going to run to mom or scream.
Having started satisfied my curiosity about tits, I started my hand toward her pussy. Again I moved slowly giving her time to stop me. She didn't. My fingers easily slid under the waistband of her panties. Down further I pushed my hand. I discovered she had very little hair around her pussy. Still further I went expecting her to stop me. A few more inches and I hit pay dirt. Her virgin, still developing pussy was mine to play with. I didn't view this a form of sex but as an educational experience. I amateurishly began playing with her pussy. Now knowing she would allow me to explore her body, I began to really enjoy myself. For the most part I just rubbed the outside of her pussy. Cautiously, I ran a finger down her slit slightly pushing inward. I drew a small amount of moisture out on the tip of my finger. Now I began to roam across her body: up to her tits then down for some pussy before returning for another handful of tit.
My cock, all a tingle, wanted some attention and was not willing to wait. So I took her left hand and placed it in my pants. She didn't pull her hand away from my dick but didn't fondle it either. So I placed my hand on hers and moved it around and along my dick. Being young and highly excited it didn't take long before I came. I used her hand to milk the small amount of cum I was capable of producting out of my dick. I then went to the bathroom for a quick cleanup before going to back to my own bed. This didn't become a regular ritual, but I did make a lot of return trips. On subsequent trips she would slowly squeeze and release my dick while awkwardly trying to masturbate me. Over time we slowly learned without saying a word how to hand fuck each other. During these nocturnal meetings I never really knew her feelings on the subject as we never spoke about this and I always initiated everything.
One Saturday she surprised me though. Her closest friend had come over to stay the night. They had been in the basement for awhile when my sister came to my room. She whispered that she had talked to her friend, Janice, and that Janice wanted to join in our games. Overcoming my embarrassment that she had told somebody our secret, I followed her to the basement. They had built a house from blankets and chairs having everything ready for my arrival.
I entered the house and found Janice already inside. Janice and I were to play a married couple. I laid down next to Janice while she lay on her back not really knowing what to expect. I moved my hand up under her shirt playing with her developing tits through her bra. I moved my attention from one tit to the other keeping my hand outside her bra. I then moved her bra above her breasts. I played with her tits for quite some time before slowly moving my hand down her abdomen feeling her tenseness due to nervousness.
I unbuttoned and unzipped her pants. My hand moved slowly around the outside of her panties spreading the flaps of her pants for easier access to her pussy. I started moving my hand in circles with the bottom of each circle moving downward until at last my hand was well between her legs. I rubbed her pussy feeling it moisten her panties. She had begun to relax slightly after my careful ministrations. First one finger slid slowly under her panties at the right leg hole. As this finger reached its goal I slid it around her pussy before removing it from inside her panties. Wanting more room to maneuver I slid my entire hand down her panties. Carefully, I explored her pussy completely. I rubbed her clit while teasing her slit ever so slightly. Her breathing started to change and she began to relax as my index finger curled up entering her pussy. I alternated between finger fucking her and moving my hand in circles outside her cunt to excite her clit.
Now the time had come to teach her how to handle a cock. Leaving her pussy alone for a second I undid my pants. I grabbed her hand and guided it down my underwear to my throbbing cock. As initially with my sister, she had no idea about how to treat a hungry cock. As with my sister, I guided her hand along my cock and down around my balls. Before long she no longer needed my help. I now could return to feeling her up and down. In a short time I unleashed my cum now in a larger amount than that first night with my sister. Really in this just for myself, I left the makeshift house and cleaned up. Though I never brought either of them to an orgasm, we continued these encounters until around the time I entered high school. In reality, Janice and my sister served as my living textbook and sex toys. Just the way women should always be.
Though I thought about raping and forcing women to accept my ultimate control, I didn't actually rape one until I was 25. My wife, Laura, and I were sleeping in different rooms at the time. One night, after once again thinking about how she always pissed me off, I became incredibly horny. I went to her room with the idea that I would screw her whether she wanted to or not. In fact, I hoped that she wouldn't. Unfortunately, as soon as I got into her bed she not only responded, she was voracious. The sex was the best I'd had to that point. Between my senses having been afire while plotting and entering her bed, the complete abandon (relief at our temporary reconciliation) she showed and the fact that there was absolutely no foreplay was completely exhilarating. Though things didn't go as I'd hoped, this event did hint at just how great an actual rape would feel. After this my fantasizing became plotting.
A short time after, Laura and I crossed paths as she came home for lunch just before I left to go back to work. It didn't take long for an argument to start. I brought up my long standing belief that for a short time after we got together she still slept with her old boyfriend. She just gave an evasive answer. This made me see red. As I had been consumed by thoughts of rape, my fury and desire blended together. It was an odd feeling being sexually stimulated during an argument. We had both wandered to the back of the house near the bedrooms while arguing. Not being able to take it any more I told her that as she'd fuck him when he wanted she was going to fuck me now. She refused. The game was on.
A cloud enveloped my brain. All thoughts except fucking Laura disappeared. I was going to fuck her come hell or high water. She made the mistake of going into her bedroom. I followed. I grabbed her and turned her around ordering her to have sex. She still refused so I had no choice. I pushed her backwards onto the bed. She was laying across the bed with her legs over the edge, feet on the floor. I moved forward to keep her on the bed while she stared up at me in shock. I straddled her legs while reaching out and undoing her pants. She was too scared to resist as I tugged her panties and pants off at the same time. This required a good hard pull as the pants were snug fitting, highlighting her gorgeous ass. She still had shoes on. So once I had her pants to her ankles, I had to pull one of her shoes off. All my nerves tingling and my dick aching to be in her meant I didn't waste time completely removing her pants. I just left them dangling on one leg which seemed more appropriate anyway. I quickly dropped my pants and underwear to my ankles.
Now I took a very short look at my handiwork. She continued to just lay there. Her arms were tight to her sides. Her neatly trimmed pussy looked more inviting than ever, even with her legs still closed. The tears slowly running down the sides of her face just turned me on even more. I decided to not bother with her sweater, shirt and bra. My lust needed to be satisfied now and that only required her pussy. I put one hand on each of her knees and opened her legs. My cock, already rock hard and aching, seemed to enlarge even more as I moved between her legs. It seemed that I might explode before even entering her. A bomb could have gone off right next to me and I wouldn't have noticed at this point.
I moved in guiding my dick to her pussy. I expected to have some trouble getting inside her pussy as it had been a little hard a few times in the past when for some reason she didn't lubricate normally. I was surprised when my dick went right in on the first push. She certainly wasn't wet. Maybe I pushed harder than normal as I wasn't exactly in control of myself. Her pussy may have been dry, but its warmth sure felt good. Everything seemed to be going in slow motion. I'd swear I felt her heat slowly travel the length of my dick as I entered her. Her pussy seemed to be wrapped tighter around my dick than normal. A man's dick can change size due to changes in his testosterone level so maybe my dick had grown. More likely, her fear caused her pussy to tighten.
I wanted to be able to see it all. So I put my hands on the bed next to her hips and braced myself on my elbows as I started to slowly fuck her. I alternated between staring into her eyes and watching my dick force its way in and out of her pussy. Though for different reasons, both views heightened my excitement. After a short time, I exercised my power over her by ordering her to fuck me. She immediately obeyed. Her instant obedience against her will increased my overall pleasure in fucking her. Now she was meeting my every thrust. It didn't take much longer before I knew I was going to unload in her reluctant pussy. I increased the force of each thrust while using every trick I knew to make myself last just a little longer. Raping her felt so good that every second became precious. Locking my gaze onto her eyes while she stared up at the ceiling my orgasm came on. I clenched every muscle I could, driving my cock as far as possible inside her. Without me having to tell her, she lifted her hips to allow me in just a little more. She didn't do this out of enjoyment. She knew at this point not to disappoint me. My load started squirting into her. I remained buried in her pussy until I knew I had run dry. My work done, I pulled out, went to the bathroom, wiped off then returned to work.
From that point on, though I certainly wouldn't turn down a chance for consensual sex, I was hooked on rape. The power, punishment given out and not having to do anything for the woman made rape feel so much better than consensual sex. Now that I had crossed the Rubicon continuing down the road would be easy. I started making plans for raping women at random. The final obstacle soon removed itself when Laura found an apartment and moved out. However, she continued to call me and occasionally come over to get laid. (You see I wanted the marriage to end, she wanted a short break then to get back together.) This whorish sex held me in check for awhile. It also setting up my next rape. I wanted to drill Laura's ass. I'd never fucked a woman in the ass. In fact, I'm kind of disgusted by the thought and don't think I could look the woman I'd just cornholed in the eye. Yet at the same time I wanted to know what it felt like. I also knew she abhorred the idea. Thus two objectives would be achieved: I'd learn what ass sex felt like and I'd be able to punish her more severely than before. The thought of raping her ass served as fuel for many masturbation sessions.
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Over time, Laura's visits began to have more time between them. I couldn't blame her, as I only talked to her enough to keep the bedroom sessions continuing. I knew I had to act soon. Soon after I made this decision she came over again. Before enough pretend time had passed to allow for sex, she started to leave. I got very quiet trying to decide whether to jump her ass right then or wait. I could tell her reason for leaving so quickly was because she was going to meet someone. I couldn't decide whether to wait for a better time or grab the chance that might not come again. Noticing my silence she asked what I was thinking. She probably hoped I would say something about missing her and wanting to get back together. Without thinking, or maybe just to judge her reaction, I told her flat out I wanted to rape her ass. She immediately changed the subject but didn't head to the door. My mind locked onto the target. By not immediately leaving I knew now was the time. She must have hoped talking to me some more would ease me off the ledge. It couldn't have been possible for her to believe I was joking. I followed her deflection of the conversation to lure her in. As several feet separated us, I didn't think I could make a move toward her without sending her fleeing out of the house. As we talked about other things she slowly closed the gap between us. I waited just a little longer to make my move feeling that this delay would increase the shock value. Not realizing her danger, she had moved in front of me, lightly leaning on a wall behind her. The time had come.
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I stood up as if to head to the kitchen. She made the mistake of allowing me to get within arms reach. I stepped toward her to close the last bit of gap, insuring she could not escape. While reaching for her I told her I meant what I said about raping her ass. She froze in place. Several times we went back and forth with her saying don't do it and me saying I would. I started moving her to the kitchen. She didn't fight but neither did she go willingly. As long as I provided slight pressure to her back she moved, but very slowly. Once in the kitchen another debate about me fucking her ass started though she talked as a defeated woman. To end the debate I backed her into the counter and pulled her sweatpants over her hips. They slowly slid down her silky legs until reaching the floor. She still tried to debate me but made no effort to keep her pants up. I then decided a change of venue would give me better access to her ass. With her sweatpants still around her ankles, I guided her to my bedroom. While passing the hall closet I grabbed the vaseline.
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 I had her kneel down by the side of the bed. I then leaned her over the bed. Since my bed didn't have a frame, insteading the box spring laying on the floor, the position was perfect. The top mattress ended just at her waist allowing for a nice ninety degree bend with her knees still on the floor for stability. I took a moment to admire her ass through her panties before starting to pull her panties down. Immediately, I could smell her. She must have had sex with someone before coming over and hadn't showered. The aroma fueled me in two ways. First, the smell of pussy intoxicated me. Then knowing someone had been in MY pussy angered me.
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As her sweatpants would easily go over her shoes I removed her pants and panties completely this time, tossing them into the hall. I continued to inhale the smell of sex while dipping my finger into the vaseline. I started rubbing the vaseline into her pussy. Replenishing my supply, I moved toward her asshole. I rubbed the vaseline around her hole then over it and down to her pussy. I repeated this process several times. About the fourth time I started to concentrate on her asshole. She realized then that I really intended to ream her. She turned her head slightly and authoritatively said one word, "NO". To calm her I moved my finger back down to her cunt.
The time had come to satisfy my dick. I stood and quickly took off my pants and underwear. My cock twitched in anticipation. The head was a much darker shade of purple than normal as my cock awaited its first entry into an ass. I knelt down and started to place the tip against her asshole. Again, she stiffened and said, "NO". I chickened out, deciding not to risk what she would do if I raped her ass. I knew she would be a good little girl if I just fucked her pussy. I needed to fuck more than I needed to fuck an ass. My first assfuck would have to wait until I grabbed some bitch off the street.
I lowered my dick down to her cunt. Slowly, I pushed forward sliding it in bit by bit. As this would probably be my last safe rape I wanted it to last. When my dick was in as far as I could get I grabbed hold of her ass. I squeezed and pulled her cheeks apart to ensure a great view the entire time I raped her. I kept the pace nice and slow. With each outward move I received a fresh whiff of her used cunt. Nothing could have smelled sweeter. As I continued to fuck the slut I moved my fingers toward her asshole. Though fucking her unwilling pussy felt awesome I still thought of quickly slamming my cock into her ass. My cock decided matters. That oh so wonderful feeling had started to build up. I would soon cum and didn't want my jizz arriving while trying to enter her ass, dripping on my carpet. I continued to slow fuck her pussy. To punish her a little, while increasing my pleasure, I started pulling all the way out and then reenter. Hopefully, she'd bruise even if only slightly. I didn't get the chance to do this for long though. I switched my position to straddle her, driving my dick in as deep as I could. I held this position while my cock deposited my spunk into her.
After draining as deep into her as possible, I quickly withdrew then went to clean up. She had gathered her clothes and had gone to another bathroom. I felt a little cheated, not having raped her ass. As she headed for the door I let her know exactly what I thought of her. I knew she would never return so I relieved my frustration verbally. That night I spent planning. I knew in the future my victims wouldn't be so kind as to come to me.
Stay tuned for my continuing saga. Several more adventures have yet to come before getting the story up to date.
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