Andrew was in his mid forties, single, and owned several rental properties. He is a mountain of a man I thought as I watched his huge shoulders and 6’4” frame fill the doorways as we walked through each room. My 5’8” husband jokingly whispered “I’d hate to piss him off”. “No doubt”’ was my reply as I gripped his hand tightly.

After our tour and small talk with the very pleasant Andrew I stuck out my tiny hand and said, “We’ll take it”. He took my small hand gently into his mammoth human paw and shook lightly, smiling and winking he said, “Great!” I could not help for just a moment to be mesmerized by this behemoth of a man as he peered down smiling while towering over my tiny 5’1” 92 pound frame.

The happiness of that day passed quickly and it wasn’t but one month and I found myself living alone with our young son. Mike abruptly told me he was leaving me for one of our high school friends. I was devastated. No job, no family, and no support I had no idea how I could afford to live alone and take care of my young son.

After a weekend of crying, I knew I had to call Andrew and let him know I wouldn’t be able to pay rent for the current month. I dialed slowly and on the second ring the deep but soothing voice said, “Hello”. “Andrew”, I started. “Hey Amber, is everything ok with the house?” he immediately asked. “Yes, it’s wonderful and I love it. Michael has so much room to play”, I chimed. “But Andrew, I have a problem, Mike left me”, I blurted out feeling the tears come. “What?” he said shocked, “How sad. I am so surprised.” “Andrew, I can’t pay the rent, I, I, I will get a job and make it up I promise, please don’t make me and Michael leave.” “Slow down”, he said, “It will be ok, don’t worry”. “Keep me informed and if I can do anything let me know.”

Two months went by quickly and still no job and no money. Andrew had begun calling and leaving messages asking when he could expect the rent. On his last message, his voice was no longer soothing and I could tell his patience with me not paying rent had passed.

Mike picked up Michael for the weekend and I took my last twenty dollars and bought a bottle of wine and rented two movies. I’ll relax over the weekend and figure out how to make this work, I thought as I walked out of the store.

Back at home, I poured a glass of wine and sipped it slowly. I went to change. I slipped off my jeans and removed my top and bra. I looked and my petite body clad only in panties and nearly cried at the thought of my husband with another woman. I had worked hard to get back into shape after the birth of Michael. My 32A breasts were still perky; I had no stretch marks, and only a tiny almost now invisible scar from the cesarean birth. I shook off the emotion and slipped on a pair of cloth shorts and a tank top determined to get happy.

I went into the living room put in a movie, curled up on the couch and finished the first glass of wine. I went to the kitchen and brought the bottle back, filling my glass again and placing the bottle on the end table. After the second glass the wine had my head spinning a little and I was resting it on the couch pillow when I heard the knock.

I nearly jump out of my skin. I went to the door and looked through the tiny window and my heart sank. It was Andrew. What is he doing here at 9 o’clock? I thought. I opened the door forgetting that I wasn’t really dressed that proper for company and said “Hi Andrew”. He managed to smile a little and then frowning said, “Amber, I need the rent.”

What happened next was the beginning of the worst night of my life. He pushed his way into the house. I stepped back to keep from getting stepped on and stumbling from too much wine I fell into the overstuffed chair. “Hey”, I yelled. “Get out”, I cried.

My heart was pounding in my chest as I cowered in the chair looking up at this giant of a man. Too scared to speak I felt the tears begin to flow down my cheeks. I was scared to death. The once gentle man had become enraged. He reached down and grabbed my small wrist and pulled me out of the chair almost breaking my arm. “Ouch, please, please don’t”, I pleaded. I knew what he had in mind as he nearly dragged me down the hall to the bedroom.

He literally threw me into the room like a rag doll. I crumpled up on the bed in a ball and began to sob. “Please Andrew, I will get the money, I will leave, you don’t have to do this” I managed to mutter. I looked up only to see his steel glare peering down at me while he unbuttoned his shirt. He opened his shirt and I caught sight of the thick hair that covered his tanned chest and shoulders. I had never seen anything like this. Michael’s chest was smooth and hairless; his complexion very fair

He reached down and I quickly put my face in the pillow. I felt his huge hand grip the back of my tank top. The cool air hit my back and caused chills as he ripped it from my body. I heard him throw it to the floor. I tried to cover my small tits but he quickly rolled me onto my back. I was paralyzed with fear. Lying on my back exposed to this man. Before that moment the only other man to see me naked was Michael.

I closed my eyes hoping this was all an alcohol induced nightmare. The next sound gave me chills and the sobering reminder it was no dream as I heard the rattling of his belt buckle and the slow aching sound of his zipper going down.

I open my eyes just enough to see him drop his pants and kick them into the corner of the room. His boxer briefs fit him snuggly displaying the prominent massive bulge between his legs. I thought back for a moment to my first time with Michael and the tiny bulge he had. I loved him though and his 5 1/2 inch cock was the only one I had ever had. I quickly came back to reality when I felt the bed move. I opened my eyes to see Andrew crawling on his knees towards me. I gripped the bed and thought about kicking him but that thought passed quickly as I felt his large hands on each of my sides. He gripped my shorts and in one quick motion tore them forcefully down my legs with my panties. I groaned. “Please, please, Andrew” I cried one last time to no avail. He was determined to have me.

Being so fixated on his face and the anger, I had not realized that he had removed his boxer briefs. When he grabbed each of my ankles and spread my legs I looked down towards his hands, it was then that I first saw his cock. It was unbelievably huge, hard, and thick beyond belief. I don’t know the measurements but the nurse at the hospital that did my rape kit said it had to be at least 10” and thicker than my wrist. I closed my eyes.

He raised my legs with little effort. My shaved pussy exposed to him and his anger. His hands were so large he held both ankles together high in the air as he slowly licked down the back of my legs. My stomach begins to churn and I thought I was going to be sick. I know my ass rose off the bed when I felt his cold thick tongue plunge into my tight slit. “Ahh”, I moaned.

I felt him lay an ankle on each of his hair shoulders. It felt like sand paper against my smooth delicate legs. The next thing I felt was what I knew was the head of his cock going up and down my slit. I closed my eyes as tight as I could and whimpered. I felt very little moisture.

He stopped moving his dick and left it near my tiny opening and that was the only warning I had that he was about to enter me. I thought he would go slowly; he didn’t.

He shoved down into my barely moist pussy with such force that I was pushed up against the head board hard. I screamed as his massive cock tore into me taking my outer pussy lips and folding them in as he ripped me. I grabbed the blankets with both hands, tears came, as I threw my spinning head back and gasped for air. I felt warm liquid running down the crack of my ass. He screamed “You tight cunt”. I nearly fainted, I began to sweat, and the pain was excruciating. I felt him move and gain his balance and then he shoved again. It felt as though my pelvic bones were separating to accommodate his huge cock. It but it felt as though I had been impaled on a baseball bat.

Barely conscious I rolled my head to the side and saw the red flicker of the clock light 9:11 it read.

The next shove sent him deep into my pussy, I felt him hit my cervix and push it in as his hairy balls touched my tiny ass. I thought it would burst as my eyes rolled back in my head.

It became hard to breathe as he laid his 210 pound hairy frame on top of me. Each time he ground his dick in me his rough hairy chest would scrape across my tiny stomach and tits.