Breakfast at the Jensen house was usually a cheerful affair, with lovely young Marsha gaily chatting away about school activities. Mark would pretend to listen, while secretly hungering for his own daughter and reliving the most obscene moments with his neighbor's daughter. Jack would boast about his prowess in basketball and football. And Sheila, the dutiful mother would happily fuss over them all as she served breakfast.
Marsha was chatting as usual today, but no one was really listening. Jack ate like a men out horse. The wild orgy he'd gone through the night before with his sultry, insatiable music teacher had left him with a sharp tingle in his balls and an enormous appetite. And for the first time in his life, he was watching his own mother and little sister with a new gleam in his eyes. Seeing his mother sexually, she was about as ripe and lush as the divorcee across the street. But she was actually more beautiful in a striking way, with the sensuous curves of her full tits and ass holding even greater promise. With a shock, Jack realized he was getting a hot erection just watching his stunning mother move around the kitchen. He couldn't resist wondering if his mother's sultry mouth and luscious ass-cheeks gave his father half the satisfaction the statuesque music teacher had given him last night.
As for his little sister, well Marsha had a long way to go before she could be classified a woman. But she wasn't exactly a dog either, not with her pert, tits and cutely rounded ass.
For the first time, Jack wondered if his little sister was still a cherry. Well, hell, he reminded himself, there was only one sure way to find out.
At the very same moment, Jack's father was wondering precisely the same thing about his daughter. Damn, but little blonde Julie had been a wildcat in bed yesterday, her tight hot pussy all honey and fire. A massive hard-on was beginning in his pants while he furtively watched his daughter and mechanically nibbled at his bacon and eggs.
But beneath Sheila Jensen's placid, motherly smile were the most bizarre and obscene thoughts of the entire family.
With long dark shimmering hair and a plump curvy figure, Sheila could still pass for thirty. But the look of motherly contentment on her striking face was strictly a put on this morning. She was lewdly thinking about what was going to happen this afternoon, while her husband was hard at work and her kids in school. The mere thought sent shivers of anticipation running up her spine, and sparked a hot tingle in her silken ass.
She'd taken great care to conceal the red punishing welts on her ass-cheeks from her husband. The whip marks on her back usually disappeared in a few hours, because her ripely curved ass always got the worst of the whip. And that, she realized with a blush of shame and excitement, was where she loved it most. Especially by a brute like Al, their next-door neighbor. Her pussy still hurt too, from the latest brutal, relentless rape, but even that pain felt pleasurable.
The classic, middle-class All-American family continued to eat their breakfast, each consumed with their own strange thoughts. More than once, both Mark Jensen and his smiling wife glanced in an odd way at a small, crocheted sign on the kitchen wall. Love Thy Neighbor, it read.
In the seemingly peaceful, tree-lined block of Rockville a number of earnest citizens were trying to do just that. At one-thirty that afternoon, Sheila stripped to take a long hot bath. Because she watched her diet carefully, her luscious tits were still firm above a narrow waist, each tipped with a huge dusky nipple. She was still strikingly sexy, by anyone's standards.
As she soaped her velvety naked skin down in the bathtub, once again she wondered how the whole bizarre mess began. Their next-door neighbor was the complete opposite of her own husband. Mark was a gentleman, well-mannered, undeniably handsome in a distinguished way. He was a perfect husband and father, although a little stem at times.
Their next-door neighbor was a crude, violent tempered bear of a man, with a streak of cruelty that usually kept his family in a state of subdued terror.
And it all began just three weeks ago with a rape.
One afternoon when Sheila was alone in the house, he'd knocked on the door. All he wanted, he'd told her, was to talk to her about a forthcoming camping trip between their respective daughters. Sheila knew he'd been drinking, could smell it on his breath. But in Rockville, you were polite to your next-door neighbors. So she'd let him in the house.
There was something ugly, even revolting about this giant of a man with his huge shoulders and brawny arms. But after twenty years of being a faithful, contented housewife, there was something about him that excited Sheila too.
Maybe, she later realized, it was because he was the total opposite of her own husband. Maybe it was a lurking, desperate need for variety, just one time. Maybe it was the idea of being savagely forced, instead of seduced, the feeling of being reduced to utter humility and degradation.
Whatever it was, things were never the same after that.
After chatting with her for a few minutes, Al suddenly began tailing her what a strikingly sexy woman she was. He admired her tits and legs, he told her crudely, the provocative way she walked so that her beautiful big ass bounced, like an invitation. How could any one man like her husband satisfy a hunk of woman like herself?
In a trembling voice, Sheila ordered him to leave the house.
And then the rape began. First, he'd gotten her upstairs into Marsha's bedroom by claiming that his own daughter, Julie, had left a sleeping bag there. And in moments, he had her pinned easily down on the bed, prying her knees apart with one powerful knee, pinning her shoulders down with one thick arm. His hand ripped her dress up, then tore her panties aside as thought they were made of tissue paper.
Sheila was too paralyzed with horror to scream, or at least that was what she'd told herself later. She sobbed and whimpered for him to let her go, threatened to tell her husband, to run to the police later. And then his colossal hot prick was violently ramming inside her, like a burning poker. The pain was terrifying at first because his cock was much bigger and longer than her husband's.
And then slowly Sheila's struggles began to subside. To this moment, she couldn't be certain why. She wasn't enjoying the sex itself so much, but it was the feeling of utter helplessness, of being brutally ravaged. Her will turned to jelly, and the gradual realization dawned, as he fucked her tight pussy with savage drives, that she liked the feeling.
She was shocked, horrified and completely helpless by this animal. She was degraded beyond belief. And as her cunt began to ease up and her juices flow, she made little fucking movements of her own, feeling terribly and deliciously guilty.
In less than five minutes the housewife was responding with low animal moans of her own, thrashing her hips up to meet his massive pistoning meat, sinking her teeth obscenely into his shoulder. The placid, contented mother was suddenly excited in an eerie way she'd never known. And for fifteen solid minutes, he'd continued fucking her relentlessly, battering her now-eager pussy with violent strokes of his colossal hard dick.
Sheila came again and again, wild series of orgasms that left her whimpering with humility and obscene joy. She was completely crushed and overpowered, totally helpless beneath more than two hundred pounds of ravaging male. And she loved every moment of it.
Now, lying naked and voluptuous in her bathtub, Sheila still couldn't figure out why she craved this grotesque treatment. But crave it she did. She wallowed in the feeling of complete submission and obedience, whimpering to cater to his every perverted whim.
A few days later the chains and the whips began, in his own house while his family was gone. And the strangely turned-on housewife began to love that too, in fact began to crave it like an addiction.
Because, after eighteen years of contented marriage, the perfect middle-class mother could no longer get excited without the humiliation and punishment that came first.
Finishing her bath, Sheila dried herself down with tiny tingles of excitement racing through her satiny flesh. She dabbed perfume on her taut nipples and on her dark nest of cunt-hairs. She slipped on a dress without a bra or panties beneath, and didn't even bother to put on nylons. The quicker they got down to business, the more she loved it.
Twenty minutes later she was slipping through his back door. He was sitting at the kitchen table, gulping beer. The familiar leer crossed his face, the lecherous grin that meant some special punishment was coming, and the sexy housewife shivered with fear and lust.
"Welcome to hard times," he grinned. "Get your hot ass over here and set it on my lap, honey. Time's a wastin'."
Hating herself, and still unable to resist, Sheila went over and sat on his lap, trembling. His mammoth bulge pulsed against her ass-cheeks. One of his huge hands slid up her belly and squeezed both of her plump tits harshly. Sheila moaned, partly in pain, partly in feverish excitement. God, how she loathed this animal! But already that jelly-like feeling of weakness consumed her soft curves from head to toe.
"I-I don't have much time," Sheila said tremulously. "If we're going to get started, let's start."
"Can't wait for it, huh? How do you want it, first? In that gorgeous mouth of yours, your beautiful ass, between your juicy tits or just straight old action up your wild pussy?"
Sheila was intelligent enough to know any doctor would tell her she was deliberately punishing herself by having an affair with this savage. But the question wasn't even why. The question was why did she crave it so much, like a drug?
"Hurt me a little first," Sheila murmured, her face turning crimson with shame. "Then do what you want with me." He rubbed a powerful hand over her crotch and Sheila began shaking with unwanted excitement. A minute later she was humbly following him upstairs to his bedroom. With shaking fingers she stripped naked, while he undressed. Physically, he was the epitome of raw male power, with the biggest cock she'd ever seen in her life. Even limp and dangling, its thickness and length were terrifying. The sensuous, naked housewife felt at that moment like a complete slave.
Which, she knew deep down, was exactly why she was here.
"Face down on the bed," he ordered harshly.
Spread eagling her arms and legs, Sheila did as she was told. She held her breath as he hooked the chains up to her wrists and ankles. She craned her neck around to see him pick up the vicious black whip, a short one with a dozen trailing thongs.
Lying nakedly helpless with every satiny inch of her flesh exposed, Sheila knew she would die of pure shame if her family could see her now. How could she explain the eerie tremors of excitement that raced through her blood each time she was chained like this, waiting for the bizarre mixture of pain and ecstasy that always followed?
"Jesus, that's a juicy ass," Al exclaimed, his colossal prick beginning to leap with excitement. "I suppose that fancy husband of yours kisses and licks it. But you know what I do with it, don't you?" Sheila gritted her teeth and held her breath. Her ripe naked ass-cheeks trembled furiously, waiting. Then the first sting of the whip came down and a low scream rolled from her throat. Another stinging lash, and then another, until the ripely curved housewife was crying softly in anguish.
But at the same, time, Sheila's cunt had begun to throb hotly as the red glow spread outward from her glowing ass. It was the same old breathless sex excitement that could only be triggered by being helpless and punished.
"Fuck me now," she pleaded, burying her face in the pillow. "Give me your hot prick now, please?"
Instead the whip tore down across her naked, velvety back and she couldn't suppress a loud scream. Al toyed with the whip for a minute, his prick now pounding to its full length, its crimson knob dripping. All his life, he'd resented what he considered the upper crust. The super-successes like his neighbor, Mark Jensen, who owned his own automobile agency. The ones with the gorgeous, snootier-than-thou wives like this one. Nine times out of ten, he figured the wives were really bored deep down, looking for new kicks and thrills.
And that was Al's specialty. He'd figured this one out perfectly after watching her for a year or so. Ail sweetness and family devotion on the outside, hotter than a smoking pistol for variety on the inside. He'd calculated exactly what would happen when he'd first raped her. She'd be back for more, and then more as he turned her into a crawling, submissive slave.
The burly neighbor considered his options as he played with the whip, as she trembled and sobbed helplessly on the bed. He could rape her mouth with his massive dick, until she was gagging desperately on his flood of come. He could ravage her luscious ass, especially now that it shone a bright pink from punishment. He knew damn well she loved that. He could screw her dog-style. He could eat her hot, delicious pussy for a few minutes until she was going crazy, and then rape her with the butt-handle of the whip, until she whined for mercy.
It was the sight of her juicy pink cunt, quivering beneath her dark pussy-hairs that made his decision for him. Besides, he loved the feel of her glowing hot ass squirming obscenely beneath his plunging cock, grinding against his bushy crotch.
He climbed on top of her trembling naked body, his big hands grasping her swollen, burning tilt Sheila sucked in her breath, not knowing where he was going to put his monstrous shaft. Already her tiny asshole flexed in agony.
Then his huge knob pierced her wetly trembling cunt, and the helplessly bound housewife let out a soft cry of pain-pleasure. It quickly became a deep obscene moaning as he began fucking her with brutal power, driving deep and hard in her tender cunt.
Then came the verbal taunting. When he wasn't punishing her with the whip, he was tormenting her with words.
"Love fucking a big slob like me, don't you, honey?" he whispered in her ear. "Getting your juicy ass whipped and then your hot cunt serviced. Right?"
"Y-Yesssss," Sheila whimpered, hating herself. And yet she was becoming frantically aroused as his giant hot meat pounded in and out to a steady rhythm, like a mammoth fucking machine. First the punishment fired her excitement, and then his savage fucking. She was thrashing her soft hips up to meet his pistoning strokes now, feeling a molten climax begin to spark in her loins.
"You even love my hot come pouring down your throat, don't you?" Al continued tormenting, enjoying himself immensely. "Love it up your ass, too, everywhere. Am I right?"
Sheila was panting furiously now, unable to control her lust-maddened excitement. She struggled at her bonds, which only increased the delicious feel of guilty excitement. His hands were squeezing her perspiring tits and the feel of his giant hairy balls grinding against her thighs was bringing obscene groans from her lips.
Suddenly he was fucking her to a wild, increasing rhythm, pumping his boiling meat in her tight pussy like a battering ram. Sheila quivered nakedly from head to toe, soft screams of obscene joy gushing from her lips.
"Coming," she sobbed, "I'm – aaaaaagh! I'm coming!"
And he abruptly stopped, with just the gigantic knob of his prick throbbing in her cunt-lips.
"Don't stop!" the helpless housewife begged, twitching her ripely naked ass in a feverish plea.
"Don't stop, I'm coming! Pleeeeeeeeez!"
Al grinned down at her, pinching her swollen nipples cruelly in his fingers. No matter how tight and luscious her searing cunt was, he could always control his stamina. Perhaps women sensed this, that he was a long-corner, and that was his fatal attraction to frustrated housewives and other women. That, and certain needs for humiliating punishment some women felt.
"Please keep fucking me!" Sheila sobbed, her wild climax just an elusive fringe away.
Instead, the brawny neighbor slipped his rock-hard prick completely out of her silken, trembling cunt. Maybe no one could accuse him of being a gentleman, but he damn well knew how to keep them worked up the point of craziness.
Naked, he crawled up to the head of the bed and placed his back against the headboard, crouching a leg on each side of her ribs. His hairy balls and obscenely huge prick hovered inches from her face. He held the whip in his hand.
Sheila quivered from head to toe with terror. More punishment, the bastard!
"Time to suck me off," he told her. "And you'd better give the best blowjob of your life, lady. You know why."
Whimpering with fear, Sheila eagerly reached her ripe mouth up to lick the head of his crimson dick, lapping up the drops of come oozing out. His cock was obscenely monstrous, gagging her, pounding in her mouth furiously. But that was part of the depraved excitement the helpless, beautiful housewife wallowed in.
She began sliding her lips back and forth on his meat, using her teeth gently to add teasing thrills. She knew what the brute liked by now. And until she gave it to him, he wouldn't allow her to come, leaving her tortured with passion.
"Balls," he snapped.
Immediately, Sheila nudged her mouth under his long cock and licked slavishly at his balls. Their strong male pungency filled her nostrils, firing her obscene shame. Suddenly the whip came down furiously on her naked ass and a muffled, scream came from Sheila's throat. That meant she wasn't pleasing him and as fast as she could she went back to blowing him. She rammed as much of his burning meat as she could manage into her wet mouth and sucked feverishly. Every few seconds I she paused to whirl her tongue around his fat knob, listening to him groan with pleasure. And all the while her lush naked flesh, bound helplessly to the bed, trembled with her own frustrated need.
"You're doing good, whore," Al grunted, trailing the whip-thongs teasingly across her ripe ass. "You're a born cocksucker, a real tramp at heart."
Feverishly, Sheila wondered why the filthy phrases excited and aroused her so much. Was it because her own family was so polite and gentle to her? Because she was the outward perfection of the perfectly wholesome, clean-cut housewife and mother who would never even allow an obscene though? Or simply because she was bored after eighteen years of ritual sex with her own husband and no one else?
The feverishly sucking housewife neither knew nor cared at the moment. She was obscenely blowing her neighbor's massive rod and being tortured and humiliated at the same time. And by now it was the only way she could get an orgasm any more, the only real excitement she felt in the folksy, neighborly little town of Rockville.
When the whip tore down viciously across, her twitching hot ass, Sheila knew she was letting her mind wander. The burning agony brought her back to her humiliating blowjob. She began sucking and licking in a frenzy of desire to please, almost choking as his gigantic knob battered her throat. Would the bastard ever come? If only one of her hands were free so she could jerk him off at the same time. Al watched her, grunting with animal pleasure. Not bad for a so-called slob like himself, he thought. His neighbor's classy beautiful wife sucking his cock like a common whore and loving it. Not that Al would ever put his own timid wife through these bizarre sex scenes. Perversely, he'd always kept his family out of this sort of stuff. He simply screwed his wife nightly, either on top or dog-style, and turned over and went to sleep, snoring. She'd given him a blowjob once in a while, a mousy, boring affair where she sucked him off gingerly, like a lollipop, and only at his insistence.
As for his daughter, Julie, she was his real pride and joy. A nice kid, that one, beautiful, wholesome, a girl to be proud of. She didn't smoke grass or screw half the high-school like some of these sluts. A good girl, Julie, and he was proud of her. Still a cherry, he was positive.
Sheila's frantic lips and tongue were finally making him erupt now. He clutched her head harshly in his hands and crushed her mouth down on his bursting prick. He jerked his cock up to meet her feverish sucking, animal groans issuing from his throat. One thing about this gorgeous hunk, when she sucked you off, she put her heart and soul into it, working her sultry mouth like a lust-crazed pussy.
Tears of shame and obscene pleasure in her eyes, Sheila urgently gulped down great floods of his blazing come. Like him, it was salty and harsh tasting, a great impulsive torrent that left her gasping for air.
"Not bad," he said grudgingly, climbing off the bed.
Sheila rolled the lingering taste of his jism around her mouth, savoring it. Shame and degradation mingled hotly with her depraved pleasure. How could she feel so good and so bad at the same time?
"Please finish fucking me now," she begged, her ripely curved ass undulating on the bed. There was a constant torment in her pussy now that throbbed like wildfire. "Please?"
Al gazed at her sensuous, helpless a and legs, feeling his prick begin to rise again. Christ why couldn't his own wife be built like this? And at least why couldn't she give him a half-decent blowjob? Anger at the injustice of it all rose up in his burly chest, and a cruel idea occurred to him.
"Okay, you can get yours now," he told her. "Hell, you earned it, lady. Here it comes."
Holding the whip in one hand, he knelt upright between Sheila's bound legs. For a minute he stroked her sleek damp thighs, feeling his hard-on grow more powerful and urgent. The whimpering housewife tugged at her bonds, slowly gyrating her naked, helpless ass-cheeks in a plea.
"Now," she whispered tearfully, "finish doing it to me now! I gave you what you wanted, didn't I?" Anytime Al felt like ravaging her tiny asshole, he was almost always drawn first to the sight of her luscious pink cunt, eagerly sucking and waiting between its dark silken fringe of pussy-hairs. He guided the red knob of his stiff dick inside her soaked cuntal-lips, and Sheila issued a long groan of relief. She'd had her share of punishment and now she needed to finish her orgasm or lose her mind!
Al began with a rhythmic gentle stroking that brought soft happy cries from the bound housewife's lips. His thick rod was tingling her quivering cunt-walls once more, and lustful relief was only moments away. Sheila swung her plump hot ass up to meet him, wishing her wrists weren't chained so she could masturbate her clitoris at the same time.
The tight luscious feel of her fiery cunt was getting to Al now and he decided it was time. Without losing a stroke, he placed the rounded butt-handle of the whip against her narrow puckered anus.
Then he plunged it into her helpless asshole, deep and hard, at the same moment he shoved his gigantic cock in to the hilt.
"Aaaaaaaaargh!" wailed Sheila. "Oh God In Heaven! You're killing me, no, no, eeeeeeeee!"
And, mercifully, far a few moments she lost consciousness. When she woke, it was to the most excruciating of her life. With her naked asscheeks already burning fiercely from her whipping, the added torture of the brutal whip-handle jammed deep into her tender narrow tunnel was almost more than Sheila could bear. It burned into her bowels like a boiling baseball bat while all the while her rapist continued to fuck her gorged pussy in violent, lusty strokes.
The bound housewife wanted to faint again, but couldn't. Her entire insides, from her steaming crammed asshole to her fully-rammed ass was on fire with agony. As cruel and unpredictable as her brawny neighbor was, she hadn't expected anything as obscene or depraved as this!
But gradually, between her anguished shrieks and Al's pistoning huge rod, a strange pleasure began to infect her ravaged asshole. It was as if the intense pleasure in her holly sucking cunt and the sheer white-hot torture in her helpless anus were merging, fusing into one uttering wave of pain-bliss.
Sheila Jensen, the beautiful middle-class perfect wife and mother of Rockville, had suddenly discovered she could no longer tell the difference between torture and ecstasy. For the nakedly helpless housewife, at this moment they were the same. Her wails became softer as his grunts became louder, until the entire bedroom was a din of lewd moans and groans. "Good – mmmmmm! – good cunt!" Al groaned, fucking her madly pulsating pussy with increasing lust. He twisted the whip-handle once or twice into her impaled asshole to make her shriek in surprise, but he was too intent on enjoying her hot luscious slit, madly quivering on his cock, to care about tormenting her any more.
"Ooooooooo, yes, oh you bastard, yes, fuck me, hurt me, tear it up!" Sheila sobbed, beyond any shame or humility. The tearing, blazing sensations in her gorged pussy and asshole made everything else in the world a pale shadow at that moment.
And then the manacled housewife was coming, having the most shattering orgasm of her life. His boiling juices were spurting deep into her tingling pussy, while her churning bowels were stinging furiously from the whip butt. Like a searing fire out of control, her entire insides were exploding with raw hot sex-thrills.
Minutes after he withdrew his limp prick, Sheila continued to shudder her ravaged ass in spasms on the whip-handle, as if pleading for more. When he suddenly tore it out, she let out one final scream. Then her perspiring naked lushness collapsed on the bed in a heap of exhaustion and fulfillment.
He unchained and released her then. Moving in a state of numb shock, Sheila got dressed. Only once did he speak to her before she left for her own house next door. "Kneel down and kiss my cock before you go," he ordered. "With reverence, understand?"
Humbly, Sheila did as she was ordered. The taste of her own passionate pussy-juices clung to it, giving her an eerie, dreamlike feeling as she lapped it up.
When she got back to her own house, she was deeply relieved to find no one else had come home yet. She went up to her bedroom, sobbing in a heap on the bed. Over and over one word spun in her mind maddeningly.
Why? Why would she let herself be so cruelly tortured and debased? How could any man, brute or animal, be allowed to treat her like that? Her sensuously trembling body shook like a leaf in a storm, as she asked herself the same question over and over again.
Deep down she knew the answer, and finally had to admit it to herself. She'd started out just looking for variety, for a few bizarre new thrills. And she'd gotten far more than she bargained for or could handle. As much as the hulking brute revolted her, she knew she'd have to go back for more.
Sheila Jensen had been sexually awakened in some depraved way she couldn't understand. She liked being bound, raped in the mouth and vagina and her tenderly painful asshole. She liked being whipped, because in some inexplicable way it excited her more than anything else in her life. It made her feel like a totally helpless sex-slave.
But how could she break free of the cruel, totally insensitive creep next door? There had to be a way out.
An idea came to her, the faintest of hopes, but she clung to it fat dear life.
Maybe – just maybe – she could get all the satisfaction she needed and play it safe at the same time. If only she didn't have such a loving, wholesome family! Sweet, faithful Mark who never looked at another woman. Young, clean-cut Jack who couldn't dream of the depravity his mother was willingly submitting to. And trusting Marsha.
Sweet Marsha, undoubtedly still a virgin. Thank God for that! sighed Sheila as she got up. Her plump ass felt like pound hamburger, while the taste of Al's boiling semen still lingered in her mouth. Tears stung her eyes as she stared out the bedroom window, at the quiet, tree-shaded street.
The ripe-breasted housewife went downstairs to start dinner, but the phone rang first. She talked for a few minutes, baffled, but then hung up with a resigned sigh. Apparently her husband, Mark, wanted to talk something over seriously with their daughter, Marsha. They would be at the cabin up at the lake for a few hours.
Sheila wondered what the talk could possibly be about. If she knew what actually would happen, her beautiful, shimmering black hair would probably turn a stark-white on the spot.