Party Time/Party Time.iso/pt/story/therape.txt

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                            THE RAPE


     Was it a dream?  I guess I'll never know.  Anyway, it all
happened one Saturday evening.  The girls were away for the
evening, as usual.  Jim, having spent all day lugging railroad
ties around, was completely bushed and, with apologizes, turned
in early.  Actually, I was sort of glad to have a few minutes to
myself, to do something just for myself.  I seldom have the time
to do pleasurable things to me.  Sure, Jim is great in bed, but
sometimes I just want certain little things done my way.
     First, I selected a particularly good porno video to watch.
I turned the sound way down and debated turning it off entirely,
but decided that Jim would never hear and the sound in this one
enhanced the lascivious sex.  It was a good one and after nearly
a half-hour of solid fucking I was really horny.  I had enjoyed
touching myself during much of the movie, but trying to watch a
movie and masturbate leaves something to be desired.  The best
masturbating deserves a concentrated and dedicated effort.
     I then sneaked into our room both to check on the sound
sleeper and to get some more supplies.  I took a particularly
good porno paperback and the dildo given to me by a well-meaning,
but ineffectual male friend (that is another story, but
definitely in the humor category).  The story raised my
sensitivity and sensualness to new heights.  As I finished a
particularly juicy part, I put down the book and devoted myself
to me.  As I slowly began to shed myself of my regular rough work
clothes I pretended to be a man, a REAL man seducing me.  It is
so much better when you do it yourself, no need to hint or
suggest or guide, you KNOW the exact way you want it done.  My
eyes closed as I imagined this magnificent man, say his name was
Robert, tenderly caressing me and disrobing me at the same time.
In a low, husky voice he gently strokes ever inch of my vibrating
body that becomes exposed, waxing eloquently about its rare
beauty and texture.  He has never seen one as lovely as me.  I
was in heaven!
     This Robert spends many, many minutes fondling my face and
neck and ears (he seemed to love my ears particularly).  I was as
a viola string as he delicately inched his way to my ripe and
erect breasts.  Although I had never thought they were one of my
better "features," he went into rapture over them, tracing each
square inch of the soft and sensitive flesh, ending by literally
playing with the erect nipple for at least ten minutes, all the
time rambling of their pure and flawless beauty.
     I could bear no more, but he ignored any protest I might
have made and ambled his way further down.  He carefully removed
my slacks.  Then he began at my toes and, well, I can think of
nothing else to call it, he made love to my legs.  Every inch he
traced and fondled with his warm and soft hands, never once
stopping his continuous monologue attesting to my exquisite
beauty, matched by no other.  This was truly heaven.
     My mind must have wondered as when I again could focus on
his attentions he was gentle removing my panties.  He planted a
kiss right on my mons as they slipped off.  For the next twenty
minutes he uttered not a word as his warm lips and tongue played
games of passion on my genitals.  Only when he had finished
lavishing and lathering me and my star performer, my clitoris,
and bringing me near to the brink of my first climax, did he
speak a word.  In a low, guttural voice he said, "I will follow
this lead through the most glorious passage created by God for
mortal Man to follow.  It will end in either death or ecstacy, I
care not which."  With that he gently entered my vagina,
searching for, I suppose, the G-spot.  I will never know if he
found it or not, but my first orgasm nearly blew my mind.  I did
not even care if Jim heard, but the rest of the world surely
heard my reaction.
     Only then did I realize that it had been me making love to
myself.  All I could think to say, was, "Damn, I'm good!"
     I reached for the dildo to venture even further inside the
welcoming gates of heaven.
     At that very instant there was a muffled crash behind me
like a book falling off of the table.  With a start I turned
around, dreading, but expecting one of the girls home early.  No
such luck.  There standing boldly inside of the partially open
front door was an intruder.  I didn't even have a chance to
berate myself for forgetting to lock the door.  In that fraction
of a second it took me to realize what a predicament I was in and
scream for Jim, the man, a short, stocky, clean shaven brute was
on me.  The dildo was useless as a weapon, he was strong as the
proverbial ox, and probably as intelligent.  He did not appear to
be armed, but the look in his face and the heat of his breath
told me I was in a real jam.  He had me totally wrapped in his
bear-hug, with one gloved hand hard over my mouth.  I couldn't
even bite, let alone scream, effectively.  I just hoped that the
ruckus we made struggling would wake Jim.
     I am certainly no weak sister, but this guy was something
else.  His grip was like iron.  Even with my adrenalin lowing I
could do nothing.  After several minutes of ineffective struggle
I sort of caved in and stopped fighting.  Without relaxing his
grip he grabbed my hair and pulled back my head, hard.  It hurt,
but not as much as his words, "If you yell or scream I will kill
you."  No panic, no emotion, just a plane statement of fact!  If
I ever believed anything anyone told me I sure did now.  All I
could do was hope he wanted money or jewels or something.
     My hopes were dashed when he slowly relaxed his grip, but
forced me over to the couch.  When we got there, he suddenly
released me and threw me down.  After a few seconds, his
grotesque grimace softened into a lewd smile.  I knew what he had
in mind and I figured neither Jim nor my "Robert" was going to
stop him.  And me, well, I was destined to be a bystander for
this one.  I had never been raped before, and I sure wasn't going
to enjoy it, but I wasn't going to cross this guy either.
     Even as these thought flew through my head he unzipped his
pants.  I never took my eyes off of his and he never took his off
of my crotch.  He squatted down by the sofa and reached out for
my breasts.  I suppose, as a concession he had removed his
gloves, but still I wasn't expecting sweet nothings from him
pertaining to my rare beauty and charm.
     Then he said something that sent my hopes up, "What's your
name?"  After I told him, he said, "Sandy, I'm Robert, and I am
going to fuck the shit out of you.  You are gonna like it, too."
The name was familiar, but the technique was new.  But what's in
a name, you say.
     Before I could think of a witty come back, his hands
enveloped my breasts.  Now I really felt his iron grip.  He
nearly squeezed the stuffing out of them and roughly flicked my
still sensitive nipples.  The pain shot through me.  He leaned
over to kiss me.  His fetid breath caused me to wince.  His rough
lips found mine and pressed them until it hurt.  This guy was
like a kid who didn't know his own strength.  His calloused hands
quickly fell from my bruised breasted to my exposed genitals.
Instinctively, I twisted away from him as he roughly probed my
vagina, he, no doubt, had never heard of a clitoris, thank God.
     At that he grabbed my hair again and pulled my head back
growling something about, "You better enjoy this."  At that he
stood up, still holding my head captive.
     With a grunt of satisfaction he belched, "Never seen nothing
like that, have ya', Sandy?"  I didn't have the foggiest notion
of what he was talking about as I still couldn't take my eyes off
of his distorted face.  With a cruel motion he jerked my head
down until I was staring at an immensely erect penis, full on.
It sure was big. . . and ugly.  I have always been an admirer of
penises, but how could you admire a flaming red stanchion glaring
at you menacingly.  As it slowly throbbed in time with Robert's
heavy breathing the evil eye stared straight at me.  I was not
immediately cognizant of its length, but its breadth was
fantastic.  The glans was only about two or so inches across, but
it quickly increased to over three inches well before it was lost
in the hairy forest of his crotch.  Dangling beneath were two
enormous testicles, each close to three inches in diameter.  They
were turgidly elevatoring alternately up and down nearly two
inches at a time in a scrotal sack that must have hung eight
inches below his erect rod.  The dimensions were magnificent, but
the driving force behind them was bringing cold dread and fear to
my heart, and genitals.  My eyes closed in terror.
     "Good, huh?"  His grip on my hair extracted a nod from me.
Then he said, "Well, if its so good, eat it."  And he drove my
face to it.  What could I do, but comply?  I opened my mouth and
in it went.  Well, at least some of it.  In and out he forced my
face, each inward stroke caused my to gag.
     Either my anguish showed or he wasn't satisfied with this,
for the blow job was short lived.  Well, actually it was heaven-
sent, as that was the only opportunity anyone had to lubricate
his huge staff before it began its journey.
     "You look good, Sandy.  Do ya' know tha' all the fuckin'
broads I fuck, tell me it's the best they ever had?  I've lost
count, but they all say the same thing, so you should feel
lucky."  At this point I didn't, but I did wonder if all of his
other "ladies" were approached in a similar manner.
     I didn't have any time to contemplate an answer as he jerked
my head back to the couch and roughly climbed on me.  With what
seemed like only a slight effort he forced by legs apart.  "My
God, I am lost," I thought.  He flopped heavily onto me and as
his rough clothes mercilessly tore at my bare flesh, his gigantic
penis mercilessly poked and probed for my vagina.  I will never
know what this would have been like if I had not had the time to
"prepare" the way before hand with my masturbating, as it was
still brutal when he first found the opening.  With his great
strength he forced the monstrous dick into the opening.  I cried
in pain, writhing violently to escape this ruthless onslaught.
But he would not be dissuaded in his endeavors.  To snuff-out
further cries, he harshly covered my mouth with a hand.  I felt
this vicious violation would end in ghastly agony as he would
surely tear my delicate vaginal lining to shreds just as his
clothes were grating my breasts.
     I struggled free of his hand long enough to cry (strangely
in little more than a whisper), "No, no, don't do this.  You'll
kill me with that thing."  He response was a grunt of
satisfaction and a thrust of what might have been conceived as
exhilaration.  His ever-present sandpaper-hand prevented further
pleading, even if there was an urge.
     My copious vaginal fluids were still present and combined
with my saliva, lavishly applied a few moments before, they
conceded further penetration and, indeed, allowed it to be a
relatively pleasant sensation.  But progress was slow and Robert
was impatient.  He would shove hard with a grunt expelled into my
face, then pause and force in again.
     He apparently was finally satisfied that I was no longer
going to cry out because he released my mouth and slipped it
behind my head and clutching my hair to force me to return his
hot, slobbering kisses.  His other hand was still firmly attached
to his penis.  That hand kept scraping against my clitoris, now
involuntarily erect again, with a mixture of pain and pleasure.
I then realized that not only was the diameter of his penis
gigantic, but so was its length.  He had penetrated as deeply
inside of me as I had ever felt anyone before and he still had
his hand full around his dick.  He kept pumping and driving
deeper.  My lubrication was liberally flowing again, thanks to
Mother Nature, and his immense dick was the recipient of all of
it, and needed it, I might add.
     I had never felt so full of a man as I did that moment.  The
feeling was not like I was splitting open, it was more just a
constant sensual pressure, a pressure on my body that sent waves
of pleasure up and down my spine.  I did not want to succumb to
this rapist, but there was definite enjoyment in what he was
doing.
     The ceaseless friction created by his monstrous pelvic
thrusts sent shivers of joy throughout my body.  I reached my
arms around him, not so much to draw him close, as to stop the
irritating rubbing of his clothes on my tender body.  Also, I
pulled up my legs slightly, instinctively, to allow him better
access.  He finally released his Leviathan cock to its own
custody and reach around my hips.  At the same time he mercifully
released my hair and slid his other hand down to my bottom also.
With a firm grip on my ass and with a fierceness and intensity
that was frightening, pulled me to him.  He was just was too big
and when I cried in pain as his gigantic penis struck my cervix
he grunted in delight and withdrew his mammoth shillelagh a few
inches and stopped.
     "I'm man enuf for ya', huh, Sandy?"  Words eluded me, but
Robert was not the least fazed as he began his ministrations
again.  At the same instant, without consciously willing it, I
wrapped my legs around his thighs.  It was not clear if I was
more intent on trying to acquire control of the situation or to
spur him to finish the task he had started.  I will never know,
nor care.
     My erotic feelings were rapidly replacing the pain of the
assault.  I could feel my breath quicken in time to his heaving
as his stallion-prick swelled in anticipation of his looming
climax.  I tightened my grip on his torso with my legs more to
curb his wildly driving loins than to assist his invasion.  But I
did not mind doing that either.
     He was completely out of control now.  I was sure I could
cry out now and waken Jim with no chance of retaliation, but the
desire was just not there.  His spontaneous actions were amazing.
He would withdraw his elephantine cock until it was nearly out of
my vagina, pause imperceptibly on the brink, so to speak, and
then fiercely drive that stupendous, rock-hard pole deep, deep
into my body.  Each stroke would send exquisite tingling
sensations coursing through my taunt body as my lust-bloated
vaginal lining was impudently propelled aside by that magnificent
monster.  Then he would crash to a stop with an animal grunt from
him and a sharp cry from me.  The latter obviously stimulated his
lusty zeal.  Frantically, he would begin to withdraw again, and
then plunge right back with more fervor.  Over and over.  With
each stroke his heavy testicles would bounce against my rear with
such a force I was sure that it must hurt, but he never showed
it.  More interestingly, it seemed that with every stroke his
penis seemed to enlarge slightly.  And, each stroke was becoming
more and more enjoyable.
     Then without warning he stopped at full penetration and
seemed to go into spasms.  It was too much for me.  I orgasmed in
a great gush of electric pleasure and a wail of unabashed
ecstacy.  His pelvic strokes, instead of being eight or more
inches long, became short stabs of unbelievable quickness.  Then
he came.  It was like having someone turn on a fire hose of hot
water deep in my vagina.  Each jerk of his pelvis was followed by
a pulsation of his penis and another stupendous torrent of hot
seminal fluid.  I thought it would never stop.
     But stop it did, eventually.  As I lay there is a delicious
fog Robert clumsily got up.  Not wanting to lose the totally
satisfied feeling, I remained, still basking in the after shocks
of our passion.  Robert, not one to over indulge in foreplay,
certainly was not going to be accused of any after-play
tendencies.    Many moments passed.
     The next thing I knew a gentle hand was on my shoulder and a
quiet voice saying, "Sandy, what's wrong?  I thought I heard
something out here."  It was Jim, wide awake, sitting on the
couch next to me.
     After the proverbial slow double-take I popped up desperate
to erase the remnants of my orgies.  There was none.
     Jim, wrapped his muscular arms around me and held me close.
For a while he didn't say anything.  Then, after a few moments of
firm reassurance, he pulled away. looked lovingly into my eyes
and said, "You look so sexy lying there, may I make love to you?"
How could I refuse an offer like that?
     I didn't, but that's another story.  But I would still like
to know was either "Robert" real?  What do you think?