"Well, Jessica, how about it? Wanna go upstairs and fuck me now?" Jessica Conners heard Dale Travers ask in a husky voice, his hand resting warm and heavy on her silky leg.
"Not tonight, Dale," she said softly, looking down at her drink. She half wished that she had never accepted his invitation earlier that evening.
"That's what you said last night and the night before, baby! You know, I might start to feel that you're not too interested in me! You wouldn't want to hurt my little feelings would you?" the husky man asked. Squeezing her warm leg just a bit.
"I don't want to hurt anyone's feelings, Dale. You know that, don't you? It's just that… well… I just don't feel like it tonight. I know it sounds silly… but… it… it just doesn't do anything for me anymore," she said quietly, finding the courage to look into Dale's glittering eyes.
"Yeah? Well, it does sound kinda ridiculous. After all Jessica, you know I knew you long before your husband did. You were pretty damn free then," Dale said, moving his hand up her silken thigh.
"I… I know, Dale… but… well, things have just changed. I haven't been myself since Ken died. It just doesn't seem the same anymore… sex that is. I just don't enjoy it as much as I used to." Her mind flashed for a second with the memory of how she had experienced the joys of wild sex in Ken's bed.
"Sure, baby," he said, moving closer to her. "I understand how it is. At least I think I understand. But Ken's been gone for two years now. You can't keep holding back like this. You've just got to forget the past and try to be happy in the present and look forward to the future. You have to loosen up!" Dale looked deep into her lovely eyes.
"Please don't, Dale," Jessica said in a shallow voice. She was feeling hurt and just a bit angry at the man who had been trying to conquer her for the past few weeks. "Don't you know it still hurts?"
"Yeah, yeah, I know," Dale said, still moving his fingers closer and closer to the object of his desire. "But you can't go on hurtin' forever, Jessica. You've got to come off of it and start living again. You used to be free and easy. I never saw a frown on that pretty face of yours until Ken died. Baby, you've got to live again. Let me make you happy, Jessica. I always made you happy before Ken came along. Don't you remember all those wild times we had together, Jessica? Don't you remember all those wild nights in bed? Shit, baby, I remember one time when we got into it we didn't get out of bed for a week!" Dale felt his cock rising at the mere thought of the wild times he and Jessica had experienced before she had married Ken and settled down.
Jessica knew that Dale was right about everything. She had been in a miserable state since Ken had died of an automobile accident two years earlier. She hadn't allowed herself to take any enjoyment out of life since Ken had been taken from her. Jessica had given herself to him completely, and the shock of losing him so suddenly had torn her apart. She had managed somehow to put herself back together again with the help of her three sons, but there was still the spark of life missing.
Dale meant well. He wanted to give her back that spark of life. He wanted to get into her cunt too. All the men she knew seemed to want that. She could forgive him for his lust for her. She knew that she was still one of the most desirable women in the town of Lakeville, and all the men were itching to have a crack at her now that she was free again. But she wasn't really free, not the way they thought she was.
Jessica had been a free spirit in her younger years. In fact, she had been the swingingest teenager girl in town, and why not? She had had what it took to drive the boys wild, and she had used her fine feminine charms to advantage. She had jumped into the whirlpool of fuck-lust at an early age and, had enjoyed every hot minute of her sex life.
Jessica had done almost everything a girl could do with a boy by the time she was sixteen, and she had enjoyed each new experience more than the last. The boys had flocked to her like bees to honey, and by the time she had graduated high school she had earned her reputation as the town honey-pot.
It had been her reputation as an easy fuck that had been the cause of her one night of pain and anguish. She still remembered it as vividly as yesterday. If not for the love and understanding of her husband Ken, she would never have been the same after that night, the night of her eighteenth birthday.
Jessica remembered. She had been going out with a biker for a few days. Every time she recalled Toby Lockwood's name she writhed inside with utter disgust. He had treated her well enough at first, taking time to warm her up before he hauled out his huge nine inch cock and stuck it to her, but his gentle attentions didn't last long.
She had gone out with him three or four times to a cabin in the middle of a wooded area outside of town. The cabin had been used for a long time as a place for the local cycle freaks to bring their chicks for a fuck. Jessica would have preferred a nice comfortable motel room to the bleak atmosphere of the dirty cabin, but Toby never had enough money to afford the comforts she preferred. She had learned to tolerate the lumpy mattress and the dingy sheets for his sake.
She remembered that Toby had been acting a bit oddly that evening, as if she half expected something to happen. He seemed to be looking over his shoulder all the time. She remembered asking him if somebody was after him or something. After all, Toby was always getting into fights with his fellow bikers. She knew that he could handle himself in a fight, and that made her more concerned over the reason for his uneasiness. He had brushed her concern aside and hauled out his big fat cock, presenting it to her to suck for him.
Jessica remembered sitting on the edge of the bed and reaching out to fondle his naked dick and big hairy nuts. He dragged his balls out of his tight leather pants and let them hang loose. His rod snapped up in front of his tense body and rubbed against the shiny leather of his black motorcycle jacket. She wrapped her fingers around the dripping shaft of his cock and pulled the unyielding thing down until the purplish swollen head of it pointed right at her lips.
"Suck that dick, baby," she remembered hearing him say in a low and controlled voice. "Suck that fucker real good, Jessica. Take it all the way down your throat."
Jessica loved to suck cock, especially a cock as huge and hard as Toby's. She pressed her warm lips against the slippery head of Toby's swollen prick and planted wet loving kisses over its bulging knob. She kissed his dick from its shiny head to its root, where the long shaft of his tool disappeared in a nest of curly black hair.
Jessica could feel even now the jerking and throbbing of the biker's rock hard cock in her hand and against her lips. She remembered flicking out her tongue and letting the tip of it slide up and down the pole of flesh between Toby's strong legs. She licked eagerly at the underside of his rock hard prick, making it jerk harder and harder with each movement of her warm wet tongue.
"In your mouth, baby," she heard him say when his cock had grown to its full length and thickness. "Take that fucker in there and suck it all the way down your sweet throat."
Jessica did as she was told, and did it eagerly, opening her pretty mouth as widely as she could and taking his swelling cock into her tight throat. She felt the satiny head of his huge throbbing organ pushing into her oral channel, rubbing against her tongue and the roof of her mouth at the same time. She sucked hard on the jerking thing, taking it deeper and deeper down her throat. It wasn't long before she felt his cock-head pushing against the very back of her throat.
She remembered feeling the first thrust of Toby's dick when he began flexing the muscles of his hard ass and ramming his prick in and out of her face. She was used to sucking cock, and she loved to feel a big hard rod punching in and out of her face. She always managed to avoid gagging when he banged his swollen erection against the sensitive back of her throat. She could suck dick all day, just as long as the guy she was sucking was relatively gentle with her.
Toby was gentle with her, at least at first. In fact he had always been gentle with her, letting up on the hardness of his thrusts when she let him know that he was face-fucking too hard. But all of a sudden he seemed to change. He fucked her face harder and faster, driving his huge cock in and out with ever increasing speed and urgency. She reached out and squeezed his leg to let him know that it was time to slow down. It didn't do her a bit of good this time. Instead of slowing down he kept banging in and out of her mouth with greater and greater speed.
She looked up and saw him unbuttoning his leather jacket, baring his hard chest. He pushed his leather pants down too, letting them fall in a pile around his ankles. She had never seen such a hard look on his face, a cold cruel look that frightened her. She tried to let him know that she needed to catch her breath, but he paid no attention to her at all.
Jessica was finding it harder and harder to breathe. She was starting to choke on the huge plug of male flesh that Toby had thrust into her mouth. His thrusts were so hard that her whole body shook with each lunge against her. She almost gagged each time his swollen dickhead hit the back of her throat. She moaned and whimpered, hoping that he would have the decency to pull that monstrous cock out of her face.
Toby finally did pull out of her, but only when she started hitting him as hard as she could in the stomach. He pulled out of her mouth and let his hard dick snap up against his naked stomach, a strand of fluid splattering on his hard belly.
"Toby! You… you almost choked me! What's gotten into you?" Jessica cried, her eyes filled with tears.
"And you loved it, bitch! Right, Jessica?" Toby said in a hard voice that was totally pitiless.
"Toby. Please… please don't talk to me like that. You know I don't like to be manhandled this way." Jessica was sobbing. She stood up and turned toward the door.
"Fuck you, bitch!" Toby rasped, grabbing her arm and pulling her back. "You're not goin' anywhere until I'm finished with you! And I'm nowhere near finished with you yet!" he growled.
Toby held her wrist tightly, turning it and squeezing hard until he had forced her to her knees in front of him. Jessica struggled, but to no avail. He was much too strong for her. She knew that he was about to take her by force, and she knew that there was nothing she could do about it.
"Now you open that mouth and suck that dick some more! And don't bite it unless you want your teeth knocked out!" he roared, putting his heavy hand behind her head and forcing her against his groin.
Jessica remembered vividly how Toby forced her to suck his monstrous cock. He banged it in and out of her face wildly until she could hardly breathe. When he had had enough he pulled his rod out of her mouth and threw her on the bed, standing over her and jerking himself off for a minute or two, making his dick as hard as steel.
"Why… why are you doing this to me?" she heard herself cry. "Why? Why?" she screamed at the top of her voice.
"Shut the fuck up!" the biker shouted, bringing the back of his hand down hard against her cheek. "You think this is rough, bitch? You wait! This is the way I like it! When I get done with you you won't be able to walk for a week! I know you cunts. You just want dick. That's all. You need it any way you can get it. You don't really care how rough you get it. So don't give me no shit! You just spread them pretty legs and take what I got for ya. I'm gonna give it to you hard too! Hard and hot! Just the way you like it!" he spat, crawling on top of her.
"But, I… I don't, Toby. I… I don't like it this way."
"Who gives a fuck? I like it this way and that's all that counts. And that's the way you're gonna get it. Hard and rough!" He grabbed his rock-hard cock and buried it in one hard thrust between her spread legs.
Jessica remembered screaming at the top of her voice when she felt the biker jabbing his distended man-flesh all the way up inside her. She felt the pain of his sudden entry searing through her sensitive pussy as it was suddenly and cruelly stretched by Toby's huge organ.
"Take that dick! Take it, bitch! I want you to feel that fuckin' all the way up to your throat!" he yelled, bucking his ass hard and fast. It made her cunt burn with pain that was strangely mingled with pleasure.
"But why? Why are you doing this? I… I give you everything you want. All I want is for you to be gentle with me. I… I like it when you fuck me… if… if you're gentle."
"Fuck that! I like it hard, baby. I like takin' it. I've just been gettin' you hot all this time. Now I got you where I want you and I'm gonna get what I really want from ya. Now you just lay there and take it. Go ahead and scream if you want to. Nobody's gonna hear ya," the cruel biker rasped, his dick banging in and out of her tight cunt.
Jessica writhed in agony as his cock banged in and out of her cunt. He slapped her pretty face from time to time, slapped her whether she resisted or not, as if he wanted nothing more than to see her hurt. She felt his heavy hard body against her, felt his hot moist breath against her cheek. He pressed his hot lips against hers and thrust his tongue all the way down her throat. He grabbed her naked tits after he had torn her blouse off her, grabbed them and squeezed hard at her resilient globes.
She scratched his back, but that seemed only to make him hotter. His body strained hard against her. His balls slapped up against her crotch with each lunge into her. He reached behind her back and lifted her body off the bed, making her thrust out her hips. She knew that it wouldn't be long before he unloaded a stream of searing hot cum into her. Perhaps then he would leave her alone. She had to bring him off as soon as she possibly could.
Jessica remembered writhing against him, matching his thrusts with movements of her own. She bit his shoulders, which seemed to make him hot beyond belief. She ground her groin against him, taking him all the way up her belly. She felt him stretching her insides, stretching her in a way that now gave her no real pleasure at all.
"Okay, cunt. That's the way. Move that twat. Suck that dick up there. Take it deep. Take that fucker. I'm gonna shoot, bitch. I'm gonna fill that hot cunt of yours with a gallon of steamin' cum. Get ready for it. Here it comes!"
Jessica felt his hot wad shooting deep inside her, filling her with cum. The stuff shot a dozen times inside her, trickling out of her grasping cunt and running down the shaft of his dick in rivers. Any other time the vixen's cunt would have been flashing wildly between her legs. This time she felt no passion at all, only disgust at the way she had been cruelly treated by the horny biker.
"There! You got what you wanted. Now leave me alone!" she cried, struggling against Toby's sweating body.
Toby pulled out of her and rolled over on his back. Jessica took the first opportunity to escape, jumping out of bed and running for the door. Her blouse was torn open, her flaked tits bouncing as she ran. Her skirt had been torn off too. She tried to cover herself with what remained of her skirt and blouse, but it was no use. She would have to run through the woods almost naked. It would be terribly embarrassing, but it would be better than staying with Toby for another second.
Jessica threw open the cabin door, running as fast as she could to freedom, or what she thought was freedom. But freedom was not to be hers. She ran right into the arms of one of Toby's biker buddies. She stared into the cold cruel eyes of the wicked looking cycle freak who had caught her. She didn't know his name, but she remembered seeing him with Toby once or twice. She hadn't liked the looks of him then, and she certainly didn't like him now.
Terrified, Jessica beat the man's chest with her fists a few times and kicked at him, screaming all the while. After a few moments of intense struggling he let her go. She ran as fast as her feet could carry her, not daring to look behind her. She got only a few yards from the man when she found herself in the anus of another rough looking biker wearing a cycle jacket with the same colors.
"Lookin' for somebody, bitch?" the biker laughed deep in his throat.
Jessica remembered how her stomach sank when she looked quickly around her and saw at least a dozen men, all looking as if they wanted to fuck the piss out of her. They came toward her, their cocks sticking out of their pants, all hard and ready for her, ready to tear her apart with their enormous size. She looked toward the cabin and saw Toby standing in the doorway, his hands on his hips, stark naked with his hard cock rising in front of him.
"Bring her on in, men. We're gonna have ourselves some hot fuckin' fun tonight," he grinned.
The rest of her ordeal that night was almost too painful to remember. She had blotted out most of the events of that horrible event. She did remember that each of the dozen or so bikers fucked her one after the other until her cunt was numb. She remembered that they used her for the mast depraved sexual activities imaginable. She remembered being fucked in the ass while at the same time being fucked in the cunt and forced to suck a big thick cock. The men used her until they had used up all their considerable sexual energy. Jessica had passed out eventually. She assumed that the men had left her alone after she had lost consciousness, but she suspected that they were very capable of taking advantage of an unconscious girl too.
Ken, her future husband, had found her the next morning. He had stumbled onto her lying in a ditch while he had been hunting. He had taken her to his family's farm house and his mother had nursed her back to health. Jessica had begged them not to tell her parents what had happened to her. After a few days of tender loving care she was as good as new, at least physically.
It had taken months for her to recover from the terrible shock of her mass rape, Ken had fallen in love with her, but Jessica had had a great deal of difficulty responding to his love after her painful ordeal with the bikers. In time, however, she had been able to accept his feelings for her as genuine, and before long she had fallen in love with him completely. He had married her a short time later and had given her the love and understanding she needed to recover from her ordeal. Ken and Jessica had settled down and raised a family of three handsome boys – three boys that Jessica loved with all her heart.
Ken had been killed two years ago. The shock had been almost unbearable for Jessica. She had found her fears coming back again, the fears that had tortured her for so long after her rape at the hands of Toby and his biker friends. She knew that it was ridiculous to be afraid of men, but she was nonetheless. The only man she hadn't been afraid of after her terrible experience had been Ken, and now he was gone. Jessica now was faced with the need to get back into the swing of things after years of settled life with her husband. She knew that she would have to respond to men eventually. After all, she craved sex as much as she always had, and she craved it powerfully.
Now she was sitting next to a man who was willing and able to give her all the hot fucking she could take. She knew it and he knew it, but somehow she simply couldn't bring herself to accept his advances. Of course Dale knew nothing about her ordeal with the bikers and the emotional scars the experience had left. Nobody knew about the incident except Ken and his immediate family, all of whom were tight-lipped about the incident. Jessica wondered how Dale felt about her, especially since she had given him so much hot pussy in high school. She hoped he would understand that she wanted to warm up to him but couldn't. Somehow she didn't think he would ever really understand.
"Sure you won't change your mind, Jessica?" she heard Dale ask.
The sound of Dale's voice brought her out of her reverie. She looked down at his hand and found it up under her dress, his fingers only a short distance from the crotch of her panties. She wriggled away from and brushed his hand off her leg.
"I'm sorry, Dale," she said softly. "I just can't. Not yet."
"Okay, Jessica. I won't force anything on you, baby. You know me. But whenever you're ready you know that I'm waiting." Dale reluctantly took his hand off her leg.
"I think I'd better get home, Dale darling," she said, smiling up at the handsome man as warmly as she could under the circumstances.
"Sure you won't stay a little longer?" Dale asked.
"The boys are probably waiting for me, Dale," she smiled, thinking of her three boys.
"Come on, Jessica. I'll drive you home. My bed's sure gonna be cold tonight though!" Dale helped her to her feet and walked her to the door.
"Don't be silly, Dale," she laughed. "It's eighty degrees outside!"
"You know what I mean, baby!" he said, putting his arm around her waist and walking her to his car.
"I do indeed!" she said, squeezing his hand, knowing that she too had an empty bed waiting for her.