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Lord knows how long it ago the realty had put up the sign. I could barely make out a faded phone number and the name of the realty selling the property. Right next to the sign was a driveway, overgrown and neglected, that angled up through the hill.
Maybe I had time to explore a little more.
A few minutes later, the drive opened into a small parking lot, full of potholes and weeds, with a large old A frame style building stuck into a clump of trees set at it’s edge, just above the freeway, facing out over the ocean.

Another for sale sign was driven into the flower beds at the front of the building, with a small plastic box attached to the post, half full of mildewed paper flyers. I pulled a flyer from the box and walked around the front, reading. A photo of smiling Clem Jones, the real estate agent, stared out at me from the front of the page. Clem was literally gushing with nifty information about the building - he told me all about the square footage, the improvements previous tenants had made for business zoning, and heck, look at the view.
I was halfway around the place, fighting around some thorny old rose bushes, before good old Clem let me in on an important little secret.
The key to the place was in a little lockbox, right at the front door. And look buddy, here’s the combination. Go right ahead and have a look around.
Crazy how trusting folks out here in the sticks are.
Good old Clem was right on. I found the lockbox, bonked it around a bit to shake off the rust, found the keys, and walked inside to have that look around. The place had been an old surf shop, once. A counter ran the length of the back wall, next to a stairwell leading to a landing that wound around the front room. Another door led off into a backroom. A few moldy posters hung behind the counter area. Trash littered the floor. Thick beams supported the ceiling in the main room, with heavy, metal hooks driven into them at regular intervals. A couple old surf boards had been left behind, still attached to chains dangling from the ceiling hooks.
And Clem was right again. The front windows, stretching from the floor to the ceiling, had a great view of the ocean. I rubbed a little dirt and grime away with my hand, and peered out at the little beach cove across the highway.
I smiled. Perfect.

I followed the family in their blue Volvo for a few blocks and eased into the grocery store parking lot right behind them.
The side trip to the A Frame had taken longer than I thought, and I was hungry. It was almost noon, and my stomach was rumbling. The traffic this morning was brisk. The town was bigger than I’d thought it would be, and every church in town seemed to have let out at the same time. My van idled next to the Volvo at a stop light, and I watched the woman in the passenger seat clip coupons from a newspaper. She noticed me staring blankly her way. I gave her a little shake of the head and a smile. Silly me, all zoned out. She smiled back, agreeing with my goofiness. When the light turned green, I eased into the Volvo’s lane and followed it toward the golden arches down the road. Read the rest of this entry »

I kept trying to get Earl off my mind but there was also these thoughts about his huge penis that kept coming from somewhere…

Every time I went to the grocery store I would run into Earl and he would motion to me that he wanted to talk to me and he would always ask when he could screw me again? I felt embarrassed talking to him, and wondered what people thought?

This one day when I got home from the grocery store I could feel my self getting wet between my legs…I had talked to Earl for a short while and he kept telling me that I was the best and on the way home I started thinking of how I could get away some evening.

I knew I would never go out with Glen again as he most likely would give me something to drink and then he and his friends would all screw me half the night while I was drugged. If I was going to get screwed I wanted to be able to feel and enjoy what was going on.

I thought and thought of a way to get away some evening after I got my parents to bed…I finally came up with an idea that I might tell my parents. I knew one of my girl friends from high school had come home for a visit. She got married right after we graduated. I would call her and talk to her and then tell my parents I was going to go see her after I got them to bed.

I went to the grocery store and sure enough there was Earl and he motioned for me to come talk to him. I walked over to him and he asked me the usual thing and I told him one of these evenings when I could get away.. I told him to watch the window shade in the kitchen and when it was pulled all the way to the bottom that meant that I would meet him in the alley.

The day was warm and I got my work finished early and after having lunch with my parents they both wanted to go to bed early. I got them to bed and pulled the shade in the kitchen all the way to the bottom and went and took a shower.

I wore an old skirt and a loose blouse and my sandles and no panites or bra. I put a small towel in my purse and went out the back door and out to the alley and there was Earl waiting for me.

I asked him where we were going and he said to his shack behind the pool hall and I told him that I would not go there, but there was Old man Cole’s barn and it was full of straw and there would be no one there. We kept to the back alleys so we could not be seen and slipped into a side door of the old barn.

It had been a long time since there had been any horses or cattle in this barn and there was just the smell of hay and straw. Earl pulled some bales together and made us a nice bed. I removed my blouse while Earl was pulling the bales togther. It felt good to not have a bra on. Earl looked at my bare breast and immediately undid his pants and let them fall aound his ankles. He was wearing no shorts and his big cock was about half hard.

I lay down on the bales and Earl laid down beside me. I took his big cock in both of my hands and started stroking it by moving my hand back and forth. It didn’t take long for Earl’s cock to get hard.

I was a little afraid but thought I could take care of Earl. I took Earl’s hand and put it down over my pussy and showed him how to move his fingers in and out of my pussy and also how to rub my clit. It took a little while for Earl to comprehend what I was telling him, but finally got his fingers working the right way and he got me turned on.

I let Earl work me up to almost a frenzie before I told him to get on top of me. I needed his big cock head in my now wet pussy. Earl got his big cock head in between the lips of my pussy and started to shove but I told him to stop and let me move my hips up to meet him. The head of Earl’s cock was so damn big that it took me a long time to work just the head of Earl’s cock in my pussy.

I lay still for a few minutes letting my pussy get used to his big cock head. Earl kept asking me if I was ready and I kept telling him no and for him to take it easy when I told him he could start moving his hips. Oh God he was big and it hurt a little but soon the pain left and my pussy got used to his huge size and he kept shoving in a little more every stroke.

I didn’t know if I could take the full length of his huge cock but I was going to give it a good try. Earl was screwing me slow and I was moving my hips up to meet his thrusts but was taking it easy as I didn’t want him to hurt me. I finally quit moving my hips up to meet him as my pussy felt very stretched and full and also I was starting to get the feeling of a climax starting. Oh god this is so good……..My climax hit me and I felt wonderful and raised my hips up let Earl shove all of his big cock in me and then he started having his climax and he filled my pussy full of his cum. Read the rest of this entry »

The knock on the hotel door seemed innocuous enough, neither of the occupants of the room had any reason to suspect that it could be anything other than room service.

Bill and Anne had traveled overnight, catching the red eye from Fort Lauderdale to arrive at London Heathrow early in the morning. They had slept for an hour or two, trying to adjust to the six hour delay from continent to continent.

Their two weeks doing Europe started in earnest, tomorrow, with a scheduled bus ride around the ‘Old Town’ of London, taking in Buckingham Palace, Westminster Cathedral and the new to the programme, Princess Diane’s Garden in Hyde Park. For the next few days, England, or at least the bit that really mattered, would be visited, snapped and filed away for winter nights in front of the video player, then to be digested in manageable chunks.

Bill roused himself from the comfort of the couch with an effort, grunting at the sudden and unexpected intrusion to their leisure time. He didn’t remember ordering anything to eat, but these crazy British had some funny ideas about hospitality, perhaps it was teatime for the Limeys.

He disregarded the eyepiece in the centre of the door, electing instead, to grasp the brass handle, open it and see who had the balls to disturb him at this ungodly hour.

The first Anne knew that there was something wrong was as Bill barrelled backwards through the door to the antechamber, arms flailing in cartwheel fashion, into the living accommodation they were sharing. His shoe heel caught the edge of the Wilton centre rug and all one hundred and eighty pounds of him fell flat on his back.

Five people dressed in dark blue coveralls with balaclava ski masks over their heads, closely followed him. Only their eyes and mouth were visible. Anne began to scream, promising to go through several octaves until she hit top ‘C’. A sharp slap to her face from the nearest of the strangers stopped the mounting crescendo in mid-climb. She stood, in the middle of a floor rug, her arms akimbo, her mouth a perfect ‘O’ of surprise. Anne had never been hit before. Although the blow to her face was not really painful, the shock to her system was enough.

A knife appeared from the depths of one of the coveralls and was thrust against Bill’s windpipe. “Move and he dies.” The point pricked his skin, drawing a bead of blood to emphasise the point.

The five intruders were well versed in what they were about; moving in confident and practiced, perhaps even well rehearsed choreographic manoeuvres. Four detached from the phalanx that had pushed Bill backwards, circling the prone and gasping figure of her husband at compass points of north east and west, south east and west, just where his limbs happened to be. They each grabbed an arm or leg and picked him up, ignoring his feeble struggles to carry him to the giant centrered low-level, marble topped table. The fifth member of the group had produced from a pocket of his coveralls, four short pieces of white rope. Bill was bound fast at wrist and ankle to the coffee table with a material gag tied around the back of his neck. Bizarrely, the four then picked up the table with its burden and stood it on end against the wall. In effect, Bill was standing, but tied securely in a classic spread-eagle position.

The whole operation had taken a very short space of time; too fast to really appreciate just what had happened. Ann stood stock still, arms hanging limp at her sides, too confused to assimilate the events unfolding in front of her until, in unison, the five grabbed her and forced her to the floor.

Four of the assailants gripped her wrists, ankles and pinned her to the floor as if crucified while the fifth fumbled with the zipper of their suit. His cock emerged, flaccid, but large enough. Anne’s eyes bugged while her mouth opened to emit another ear shattering scream. It was a mistake; a steady golden stream of piss hit her full in the face, filling her mouth until she managed to spit it out and turn her face away. The stream continued while her aggressor laughed, hitting her ear and soaking her hair. Anne struggled and tried to articulate, but only managed to get more of his piss on her tongue and feel the strength of those who were holding her down.

At last, his bladder vented, he knelt astride her body, knees either side of her, his cock still hanging out of the blue suit. She turned to stare defiantly at him, then, wished she hadn’t. His tongue stuck out of the mouth hole of the balaclava, it seemed more obscene than his cock had. But, that wasn’t the problem. A hunting knife had been brought out of a hidden sheath. To Anne it looked huge, big enough to go all the way through her and out the other side. The attacker on her right, lifted Anne’s head enough so that she could see between her breasts, what was to happen next.

Sit sitting on her, he lifted the fabric a slid the wickedly sharp blade under her blouse, the cold of the steel touched her skin; she shivered at the touch and pleaded for her life. As if from a long way away, she heard Bill offering money, anything they had, if they would leave now. He was ignored. Anne was frightened stiff, her mouth clamped shut.

Slowly, the blade slid up her torso, from her stomach. The blouse parted easily, the cloth separated like butter at the touch of a hot knife. Gradually; inch by inch, he slit the garment open until it lay in rags, either side of her, exposing her white cotton bra and freckled skin. She had goose bumps, a throw back to a primeval response to danger. His tongue had stayed out all the time, slate grey eyes creased in obvious enjoyment, stared out from the eye holes of his hood. He slipped the point of the knife under the joint between the cups of her bra, the serrated back edge scraping the delicate skin between her breasts. Anne held her breath, frightened that he would stab her accidentally with the movement of her chest.

With a deft flick of his wrist, the blade cut through the thin material, her breasts sprang apart, no longer held in place. He pulled the strap up where it disappeared over her shoulder; he cut it and did the same to the other strap and threw away the useless bra, then studied her exposed tits. He licked his lips as he prodded the soft tissue of her aureole with the tip of the knife; he laughed as she gasped in total fright. The point seemed to be cutting into her, slicing as if taking off her nipple. He hadn’t pierced her skin, but the threat and implication was more than enough to sharpen her mind to the predicament she was in.

His cock was still out from his coveralls, lying on her naked stomach. Looking at it over her nose, Anne saw a drip of his piss leave the slit to fall on her skin. He noticed her staring and growled at her; do you want it cunt? She shook her head, too frightened to answer him.

Bill yelled at her to let them do anything they wanted. Again, he was ignored.

“Put her on the sofa.” He ordered. The obvious leader got up from sitting on her, his cock swinging loosely to allow his colleagues to lift her up and sit her on the settee, feet on the floor and her ass on the seat. One of them stepped behind her and grabbed her hands to lift them over the back of the leather back and hold them in a vice like grip. The position lifted her tits. Another held her ankles together, stretching her on the edge of the sofa. Read the rest of this entry »

The following is a true story about my wife Patti. My job required that I move around a lot as a manager. In 1999 I was assigned to our plant in Fayetteville, NC, my hours were long and I would get home around midnight every day. We settled in bought a new home and started making friends. Patti has always liked black men. She had a black boy friend when she was in high school and fucked him often.

A little about Patti: she is in her mid 40’s, 5 7, 140 pounds with 38DD breasts, blue eyes and blond hair. She has very large nipples that if you play with them she will cum. Her pussy is just as sensitive, rub her clit and she will go crazy. She loves to get on top of a dick and ride as well as into a 69 position. She loves to suck a dick, and I must say, is very good at it. Patti always takes her bath just before going to bed; she puts on a long nightgown with panties and bra. She always does this with no exception that I knew of until Tom came along.

One day we both went into a local business and computer store, the attendant, I will call him Tom (Not his real name), was very helpful with what we were looking to buy. He was a very large black male in his mid 40’s. I could see that he was attracted to Patti by the way he was looking at her. I could also see that Patti loved the attention and was attracted to him.

We all talked for awhile and then left the store, but before leaving we exchanged phone numbers, as I was interested in his help with my computer at home. In a few days he called and after a few minutes I suggested he come over to our house. He arrived and we worked on my computer for awhile, then set on the back porch talking between us three. We all were getting along great. He asked if he could stop by sometime and talk to Patti, I said sure. After he left I told Patti to call me if he wanted to stop by. Read the rest of this entry »

When I was a nineteen year old college girl, I used to work evenings in my local corner shop to help supplement my studies. One particular evening I was working alone, and being naive and self-confident, I didn’t imagine there could be any problem in working alone in a shop. After all, what bad could happen?. That night I was about to find out.

It was a spring evening and I was dressed casually in a short thigh length mini skirt and a tight top with short sleeves. There were no customers so I started stacking some cigarettes in the shelves behind the counter, I heard the door open and looked round. It was a women called Elaine. It was clear she had been working late as she was still in office clothes, a knee length close fitting business skirt and a white blouse. We greeted each other and chatted briefly as she bought a women’s magazine and some milk. I always loved when she came in the store. She was so pretty and slim, with her long blond hair, and she always looked so sophisticated in her suits and skirts. As she was in her mid-twenties, I always looked up to her and so wanted to be like her. I always imagined her to be cultured and refined. I wanted to be just like her and to know her better. And that night I did get to know her better in a way I did not expect.

Just as she was about to leave, three men burst into the shop. They were dressed all in black, and their heads were covered in balaclavas with slits cut for their noses, mouths and eyes. Before either of us could scream, two of the men grabbed Elaine and I, covering our mouths with their gloved hands, and bundled us into the store room, while the third rummaged through the till.
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Since my wife and I married very young, (18 & 17 years old) after 13 years of marriage in many ways we are still young. We married due to a pregnancy fear which turned out as a miscarriage. As a result of the ensuing surgery Vicky could no longer have any children. I guess that is the reason we became so attached to her older Brothers daughter, Lacy.

When Lacy turned 16 last year, my Brother-in law and his wife asked if she could live with us, and attend High School in our small town. He told us that they were concerned that Lacy had been hanging out with a rough crowd, and was headed for trouble. We live in a small town in a Southwest State, where we didn’t think crimes and gangs were a big issue. Read the rest of this entry »

    He had never forgotten his father’s advice. “Set your mind on what you want son, pursue your dream to the end. It’s never gonna just walk up to you lad!” He was forty-seven now and still that dream remained unfulfilled - a distant oasis, a desert island in an uncharted sea.

     Andrew Raglan had dreamed of violently raping a girl since he was a teenager. Not any girl mind. The girl of his dreams - beautiful beyond mere worded parameters, more desirable than Aphrodite herself and so wholly innocent, butter could never melt in her mouth - it would instead evaporate within that delicately soft ingress.

     The dream remained alive because destiny had yet to place her in harm’s way. There was no way of knowing he reasoned, if she had even been born at this juncture. All he knew is that she was uniquely his and that the machinations of fate would take care of the minor technicalities later. He would rape her, yes - but it would be an elite humiliation. Her suffering must be glorified and in her transfigured debasement he would ensure she attained the rank of martyr - to his cause at least! Read the rest of this entry »