It was Kitty who finally took pity on Diane and got her dressed and out of the motel roam before Beth went too far. Woozy and reeking of her daughter's piss, Diane was left standing on a dark street corner.
Gradually, Diane got her bearings enough to point herself toward her car. But when she started to stagger forward, it seemed as if something were holding her back.
Stopping far short of the car, Diane realized that she didn't want to go home. There was nothing there for her except loneliness, now that her family had deserted her.
"What should I do?" she asked herself in a trembling voice. The cool evening air made her shiver.
She looked around at her shabby surroundings. Formless shapes seemed to be moving in the darkness. She remembered the cop's warning about the danger of rape for a lone woman in this neighborhood.
Diane started moving again. But away from the safety of the car.
Recklessly, she plunged into the night. The danger excited her. She felt as though she had a rendezvous with fate.
After a couple of blocks, the street led into a park. A sign warned that it was a high crime area and advised the reader to go elsewhere after dark.
Her pulse racing with anticipation, Diane passed the sign and entered the unlighted park without looking back.
She walked until she reached a clearing. There, she looked up into the coal-black sky, wondering where the moon was.
She had never seen such a dark night. Someone could be within a few feet of her and she wouldn't know it. Someone was! He'd been following Diane like a wolf tracking its prey since she'd entered the park. He couldn't have wished, for a more isolated spot to make his move.
Diane was still searching for the moon when a powerful hand seized her throat. Choking, she slumped to the ground.
Her attacker swung around, straddling her. Now his hands were at his crotch. The whine of an unfastening zipper filled the night.
Diane blinked, fighting the darkness to make out the twitching shape before her. It was unmistakable. An angry, hard cock loomed from the man's fly like a crowbar.
"You're going to rape me, aren't you?" Diane whispered.
"What do you think?" the man said, stroking his long, stiff prick.
"That I have no choice," Diane replied without flinching.
"Brave lady," the man laughed. "You gonna relax and enjoy it, or are you gonna fight me?"
"That's up to you to find out," Diane answered defiantly.
"Fair enough. It's my job," the rapist told her. He grabbed her by the shoulders and made her kneel before him. Like a sword, he stabbed his hard dick into her mouth, pulling her face against his musty crotch.
Suddenly Diane was gagging on cock. She wasn't just being forced to suck it. It was brutally fucking her in the mouth.
"Yeah, you like it, don't you, bitch?" the rapist panted as he jammed his prick in her windpipe. "This is gonna be a pleasure."
Holding Diane's face to his groin, he ground his hips. His cock was heating up by the second. Straining. Getting harder all the time.
"All right!" the rapist groaned with arousal. "This is what it's all about!"
He leaned against Diane with all his weight, bending her spine. When her head touched the grass, her knees shot out from under her and she was flat on her back, her legs spread. The rapist was on top of her all the way, ramming his cock down her throat.
As he fucked Diane's mouth, her attacker grabbed a handful of her skirt. There was a screeching tear and she was then naked from the waist down.
Now stubby fingers entered the moist gash of Diane's pussy. They were rough but effective. Diane started coming on the spot.
The rapist whistled at the wetness of her cunt. Then, when he found her throbbing clit with a fat thumb, it was even wetter. "You were looking for a man from the word go," the attacker concluded. "That's why you're down here in this neck of the woods."
Diane didn't deny it. She was too busy having her mouth fucked by the rapist's driving prick.
"Well, I'm your boy!" the rapist laughed. "Just taste the hot load of cum I'm about to shoot in your mouth if you got any doubts, baby."
The head of his prick jerked down Diane's throat. For one agonizing, instant it turned white hot, just before it exploded with scalding jizz.
Automatically, Diane started sucking down the molten cream. Swallowing a man's cum was a conditioned reflex for her.
"Drink it all down, baby," the rapist urged as his cock spurted. "Drink every fucking drop of my hot jizz, you scumbag."
His foul words made the act of swallowing the rapist's cum all the more exciting for Diane. She felt dirty and degraded. She was a sexual outcast, just like the man coming in her mouth.
"Some thirst you got, there, baby," the rapist leered when his cock was drained. "You sucked me all dry."
Pulling his cock from Diane's mouth, he flicked off the last drops of cum in her face. Slick with male and female juice, his prick had lost about all of its stiffness.
"Let me get you hard again," Diane murmured.
"Okay," the rapist grinned, "We'll play by your rules for awhile, you horny bitch."
Diane wriggled out from under him. Then, after removing her blouse, she was pressing her naked body against the rapist, her tits against his chest.
The rapist collapsed willingly. Now Diane was on top of him, quickly removing his shirt and pants so he was as naked as she was.
"You've got a beautiful body," she sighed, running her hands over his hard-muscled belly.
As Diane squirmed on top of the rapist, her crotch snared his cock and balls. Soon, the head of his prick was throbbing against the dewy slot of her cunt.
As she massaged his cock with her damp pussy, Diane rubbed her tits all over the rapist's hairy chest. Her hard nipples dug into his flesh, their heat electric.
"Do you like my body?" Diane asked.
"It'll do just fine," the rapist rasped.
"Then try some more of me," Diane cooed. She took his prick from her cunt and slipped it into the crack of her ass. There, the cock-head rubbed the pulsing bud of her asshole.
"Where do you want me to put it in?" Diane asked. "Pussy or ass?"
"Both!" the rapist eagerly responded.
"You're hung like a stud, but you've still only got one cock," Diane laughed. "Come on, where do you want to fuck me?"
"Put my prick in one hole first, then switch it to the other," the rapist groaned. "Ass and cunt, back and forth."
"Greedy," Diane chuckled.
She started with her pussy because it was so wet. By fucking her cunt first, the rapist's cock would get nice and greasy for the plunge up her tight ass.
Stuffing the revitalized dick into her twat, Diane eased down until it was standing ten inches straight up inside her. Her hips began to shimmy as she twisted her pussy around the rigid meat.
"Turn around," the rapist called up to Diane, "So I can watch my cock go in and out of your pussy while we're fucking."
Diane swiveled around, rotating her cunt on the rapist's cock. With her back to him, she jackknifed her torso, raising her ass and opening its cheeks so every bit of the action in her cock-filled twat was revealed.
The rapist saw his shiny prick pumping up and down between the split lips of the reddest pussy he had ever seen. Wild black hair fringed the fucking, a thin line of it curling all the way up to a glowing asshole.
"Switch," the rapist called. "Put my cock in your ass now!"
Diane's fingers tugged at his prick. What it was free of her cunt, it jumped up in the crack of her ass.
Now Diane raised her haunches. Her asshole was poised right about the head of the rapist's cock.
"Stick it in," she urged.
His hand flying to his prick, the rapist made the necessary adjustments. When Diane eased down, the crown of his dick popped inside her ass as if it had been swallowed.
Slowly, Diane's ass slid down the glistening pole of the rapist's hard-on. Finally, she was sitting on his balls with almost a foot of steel cock spiking her tightest hole.
"Mmmmm, it hurts so good," Diane moaned from the stabbing pain in her guts.
She shook her butt, feeling the ripping effect from her head to her toes. The climax she felt was the most unique mixture of agony and ecstasy she had ever experienced.
"Your cunt getting cold from all this action in your ass, baby?" the rapist grunted.
He worked his long prick out of Diane's butt. The head of his tool was brown with her shit. Making no attempt to clean it off, he stuffed his dick in to her juicy pussy.
Diane shivered with a fresh orgasm as her cunt bulged with ten inches of hard cock. She was so horny, she played with her tits, twisting the stiff nipples until they stung.
"This is fucking," Diane moaned. "I can't stop coming."
"Shake your hips," the rapist told her. "Really give my prick a workout."
Diane thrashed her hips, giving the rapist's hard-on all the squeezing movement it could handle. As her body swayed and bucked, she climbed her highest orgasmic peak yet.
In the meantime, the rapist continued his dual role as participant and spectator. The way Diane was hunched over as she rode his cock, he could see everything.
Reaching out, he ran a finger along the bowed lips of Diane's twat. They vibrated from the motion at the cock between them. When he touched her sharp clit, it sent a twinge all the way back to his wrist.
"Switch your prick back to my ass!" Diane directed, greedy to step up her orgasm to an even greater intensity.
"You got it," the rapist answered. "But this time I'm really gonna butt-fuck you."
Tugging his cock free from her cunt, he pushed Diane off of his crotch. Quickly getting the idea, she hopped up on her knees and pulled apart the globes of her ass, revealing her deliciously hot ass pucker.
"Look at that asshole," the rapist drooled. It was something. Already fucked once, its walls thoroughly stretched, its opening was as round as a half-dollar and as pink as a baby's blanket. A sparkling honey-like juice trickled over the bottom rim.
Now therapist was kneeling too, his cock in his hand. Moving in behind Diane, he wasted no time. The insertion of his thick, long prick into her asshole was abrupt, savage and total.
"Fuck me, fuck me!" Diane cried in an erotic frenzy. "Fuck my ass!"
The rapist's prick coursed in and out of her squeezing ass-channel. It was as though he were sawing Diane's ass, gradually cutting her in two.
Diane's latest climax wasn't just an experience, it was a happening. She had never felt anything like this savage fucking.
"It's too much!" she shrieked. "Your cock is tearing my ass to pieces!"
"Want me to slow down?" the rapist asked.
"No way!" Diane responded without hesitation. "This is the kind of fucking every woman dreams of!"
"Mmmm, you are a funky piece of ass," the rapist sighed. "A man could go to his grave without ever sticking his dick into a raunchy bitch like you. Sure as hell glad I'm not one of them."
"Keep ramming me!" Diane continued to demand the most extreme fucking. "Harder! Harder!"
His prick already buried in Diane's ass, the rapist strained as hard as he could to somehow fuck her even deeper. He knew he had succeeded when a hot, lumpy substance suddenly bathed his cock from the tip to halfway down the shaft.
"Can you feel my shit?" Diane confirmed her lover's discovery. "It just tore loose when I came again."
"Oh, yeah," the rapist rasped. "It's nice and warm."
He pistoned his prick in Diane's butt, taking full advantage of the lubricating crap. Of all the women he had raped, this was the first one who had pleased him this way – turning on her shit as if it were the pussy juice of her ass.
"I'm gonna come!" the rapist blurted out. "Oh sweet fucking Jesus, am I gonna come!"
"Give it to me!" Diane screamed. "Give me your cum in my ass! Now! Now!"
The last of the rapist's breath tore from his lungs like he'd been punched in the stomach. His cock strained so mightily in the gooey channel of Diane's ass that he could feel the veins and tendons stretching at the base of his groin.
"Oh, my God, your cum is so hot!" Diane cried as scorching jism flooded her ass. "It's like fire! I'm burning up inside!"
The rapist squeezed off blast after blast of scalding jizz. There was no way Diane's ass could hold it all.
The cum started surging out as powerfully as it had poured in. The rapist's hard-on was forced out by the pressure. Unblocked, Diane's asshole bled cock-juice.
"What a fuck," Diane groaned, then repeated it over and over again in an orgasmic chant.
The rapist was too breathless to speak at first. Gasping for air, he felt his drained cock soften in the warm slush of Diane's asshole. Something strange had happened inside him and not just between his legs.
"I've fucked a lot of women," he was finally able to say. "But not one of them ever made me feel this way."
Diane almost came again, just from his words. After her terrible experiences with her family, this compliment from a total stranger sent her self-esteem soaring.
She fell to the ground and turned over on her back, spreading her legs. With her wide-open crotch lathered with cum, she had never felt more desirable.
"Come here and hold me," she called to her new lover. "I want your body next to mine."
The rapist looked down at his limp cock, apologizing. "It's no use. I can't fuck you any more. Can't get it up."
Diane laughed, not at his soft prick, but at his boyishness.
"It's okay," she crooned. "I don't really need it all the time. I have other needs, too."
Fighting his sudden shyness, the rapist crawled between Diane's thighs. This was the first time he had known such tenderness with a member of the opposite sex. To him, women had always been vessels for his cum, to be brutally fucked and then forgotten.
"Hold me," Diane urged.
He did, but awkwardly. It was the first time he had had intimate contact with a female in years without resorting to violence.
"Kiss me," Diane purred.
The rapist approached the task like a gawky teenager. As his mouth crushed Diane's soft lips and he tasted her sweet breath, his cock jerked to attention.
As the lovers exchanged darting tongues, his suddenly stiff prick nabbed against her freshly moistening pussy. His hand roamed over her luscious tits, massaging the firm nipples.
"Where are you going from here?" Diane asked when the kiss was broken.
"Right in your cunt with my hard dick," the rapist answered hotly. "You may not need it, but I'm going to fuck you again, anyway." He was already fitting his cock-head between her pussy lips.
"No, I mean when you're finished fucking me," Diane said, "Where will you go?"
"Back on the road," he replied.
He wasn't prepared for Diane's intense reaction.
"Take me with you!" she pleaded.
"I-I can't," he stammered. "I'm just a drifter. I have no home. It's just too rough a life. I can't give you the kinds of things a woman like you deserves."
"Forget what I deserve," Diane impatiently interrupted. "It's what I want that's important. And I want you!"
"I'm no good," he protested. "I'm a rapist, a thief, a junkie when I can steal enough money for a habit, a male whore when I'm broke. Let's face it, I'm an outlaw. I'd just drag you down to my level."
"Is that a threat or a promise?" Diane sexily cooed, then added, "Either way, I'm holding you to it."