Cynthia was looking out her window. Only a few minutes before she'd seen Greg come out of his house dressed in his swim trunks. That was not unusual. Greg and his wife always used the pool on Saturdays. She could hear splashing from behind the house and she knew that his wife was already back there.
Cynthia wondered if he would look her way but he didn't. It was like he didn't know she existed. Only the day before he'd raped her. Surely that had to mean something to him?
It meant something to Cynthia. She couldn't forget it. And it wasn't because of the usual reasons that a woman couldn't forget. It wasn't because she felt dirty or anything like that. It was something else entirely. It was because she felt funny. A kind of tingling had been in her body all night long. She kept remembering how his big prick had felt when it had stretched the walls of her cunt.
"Oh, what's the matter with me?" she asked herself.
She was afraid that she knew exactly what was the matter with her. She had enjoyed what had happened to her. Too much! She had enjoyed Greg's body much more than she had ever enjoyed the things that her husband had dope to her. It was crazy, but it was true.
The phone rang. Cynthia thought it might have been Alan and she hurried to answer it. But it was a woman who spoke to her.
"This is Mary from next door," the woman said. Cynthia had a moment of sheer fright. Could Mary know what her husband had done with Cynthia? Cynthia could already see herself being pointed out as the other woman. Nobody would ever believe it was rape.
"Hello," Cynthia said.
"I thought I'd invite you for swimming," Mary said. "It's awfully hot and neighbors should get together."
"Thank you," Cynthia said. Cynthia felt better. It hadn't been an accusation. "I'll think about it."
"Well you just come right over when you feel like it," Mary said sweetly.
Cynthia hung up the phone. She realized she was trembling and she had to go to the couch and sit down. She found it was more than tempting. Greg would be over there. He would be in his tight swim trunks and she would be able to see the outline of his huge cock.
"Oh my God," she said. "Why am I thinking like this?"
She made herself a drink. It didn't help and she made herself another. By the third drink she was starting to feel it, and she was beginning to get brave. It wouldn't hurt to take a swim. It was hot. And Alan was always after her to get to know the people in the area better. There was that tiny swimsuit that Alan had bought her last year. She'd never had the courage to wear it before. It was one of those string bikinis and it barely covered the vital parts. Cynthia didn't think that her husband had ever intended her to wear the suit. He'd bought it as a joke.
"But I will," Cynthia said.
She was floating high when she went upstairs and picked out the tiny bikini. Hurriedly she stripped off all her clothes and slipped into the bathing suit. She took a look at herself in her bedroom mirror.
"Oh my God," Cynthia said. "I look obscene."
She knew she was feeling drunk or she would have never dared put it on. It was a yellow flimsy thing that showed some of her pubic hairs curling out of the sides. She could see her small, firm breasts pouring out of the top almost to her big nipples. As she watched she could see her nipples getting hard. Even thinking about Greg seeing her in something like this was enough to turn her on.
She realized why she'd worn the swimsuit as soon as she walked out into the back yard. She'd wanted to compete with Greg's vulgar looking wife. She didn't have the pair of tits that Mary had, but she knew she looked enticing in the swimsuit.
Greg was swimming in the pool. He grinned at her as she walked out near the diving board.
"That's nice," he said, whistling. "You look good enough to eat."
"You sure do," Mary, his dark haired wife said. "I wish I had your legs."
Cynthia felt a little funny about the way Mary was admiring her long, slender legs. Almost like a man would admire them. Cynthia told herself she was being silly, but there was something about the way Mary was looking at her.
"Why don't you take a swim?" Mary suggested. Cynthia was thankful to be diving off the board and into the fresh water. She came up gasping for breath and loving the feel of the cool water around her. She hadn't realized how very hot it was.
"You dive pretty good," Greg said. He was swimming toward her in a lazy kind of way. But she saw the look that was in his eyes and it made her afraid.
What was she doing here after what he had done to her only the evening before?
She had heard of other women not calling the police but she had never heard of a raped woman going swimming the day after it happened with the man who had raped her. And with his wife looking on?
Getting away from him would be no problem. She could swim for the side and head for home. He wouldn't dare bother her with his wife looking on. She didn't move. Greg swam up beside her and gently paddled to keep himself afloat.
"You should have worn something like that a long time ago, honey," Greg said.
"I'm not your honey," she said.
"Sure you are, honey," he said. "That's why you came over. To be my honey again."
She gave a startled gasp as he lowered one hand underneath her.
His hand slid into the wetness of her bathing suit and roughly cupped her asscheek. Cynthia looked over at his wife in horror. Mary was looking at them. She was leaning back in her chair with her eyes closed.
"Stop," Cynthia said weakly.
"You don't want me to stop," he said. "You know you'll like me to touch you. Why don't you touch me?"
"No," she said.
"Let me have your hand," he demanded.
She let him have her hand. She didn't know why. Nor did she know why she was breathing so hard and making no attempt to escape from him.
"Let's move a little closer to the edge," Greg said. "Where we can stand up."
"I don't want to," she said, but he was already pulling her close to the shallow area where they could both stand.
"This is better," Greg said. "Now you can play with my cock all you want. That's what you came for, wasn't it? To play with my pecker?"
"No," she insisted, "no."
But she wasn't fighting him as he brought her hand close to his cock. She felt the wetness of his bathing suit. He didn't force her hand inside his suit. He only pressed her hand against the outside. She could feel his huge bulge throbbing hotly.
"There," he said. "Is that what you wanted to feel?"
"Why ire you doing this to me?" she asked, almost sobbing.
"I'm only doing what you want me to do," he said. "I'm only making you feel my pecker. You want to feel my pecker. It's what you came over to do."
It was true. She had to admit it to herself. It was what she had been thinking of all night long. It was the reason she had drunk so much. To forget. To forget how big and thick his prick had felt as it entered her. To forget the strange feelings that had gone through her when he made her suck it.
"Oh God, yes it is," she said.
And she moved her hand down the front of his suit to feel his hot meat. Her fingers wrapped around the thick staff and she found that she hadn't been dreaming. It was just as big as she remembered it. It was so damned long and thick and had such a huge cock-head.
"You want to fuck," he said.
She wanted to fuck. She wanted to more than anything she'd wanted to do in her life. But her upbringing made her look at him in horror. It was wrong. It was in broad daylight and it was right in front of his wife. It was sickening.
"You want to," he said.
"No, yes, no," she stammered. "Oh, I can't. Let's go someplace. Not here."
"We'll do it here," he said. "It'll be a new experience for you."
"No," she said, but he was already pulling her wet bottom down her legs. He left them at her knees and he bent her backward in the water. He was puffing his own trunks down. Down to his knees. She felt his thick cock jump out to touch her creamy thighs.
"No, not here," she pleaded, but she knew that she didn't want him to stop. He couldn't stop. At that moment she needed his big prick more than she had ever wanted anything.
"Not here," she said again.
"Hell, sweet," he said. "Who are you trying to fool? You're hotter than a cunt who hasn't had it for a year. Don't try to fool me, bitch."
He pushed his hand between her legs. His fingers probed at her hot cunt opening. She groaned and her head fell back. She couldn't control the hot feelings that went through her body. God, she wanted his cock. She wanted his big prick slamming into her pussy, stretching her cunt with his steaming cock-meat. She needed to be fucked. "All right, Goddamn you," she moaned. "Give it to me. I want it."
"That's better, you little bitch," he said. "You're nothing but a cunt. Now you're telling the truth. You want my meat and you're going to get it."
Somehow he bent her back so that his cock was wedged between her thighs. It might have been uncomfortable if she weren't so damned hot. He moved and his prickhead pushed apart the plump pink petals of her pussy. He went inside – just barely. His big cockhead felt like it was pumping blood through her body. She had never felt anything that made her feel so strange and good. If only her husband had a cock like this, or if only he knew how to be the type of man Greg was.
"Little fucking cunt housewife," he said. "You sweet hot bitch!"
This was what she'd needed for a long time. He wasn't treating her as if she'd break. He was treating her like she was a cunt, a whore, someone to be fucked. This was making her feel more like a woman than she'd ever felt.
"Call me names," she whispered, her voice hot with hunger. "Call me names. Treat me rough. It's what I need. It's what I want so bad."
"You fucking cunt!" he yelled.
"Yessss," she sobbed.
He stabbed with his massive prick until it was partially into her. She didn't even think he was ready for the hunger in her. She lifted her legs and locked them around his as she sat down hard on his cock. They were both still standing and she gave a loud moan as his cock went deep in her pussy.
"Oh God, what a monster," she cried. "It feels like it's in my belly."
"You like it, cunt?" he questioned.
"God yes, I love it," she groaned.
He began to fuck her. He drove his big cock into her pussy again and again, stretching her cunt and sending his big prick-head deep into her belly. She felt his prick leaking his thick cum onto her creamy thighs. He hadn't taken off her top but she could feel her nipples rubbing the thin material of her suit.
"Oh fuck me," she groaned. "Give it to me. I'm a cunt. I'm a cunt who needs fucking. Give me your rod."
"You Goddamn bitch," he groaned. "You fucking cocksucker. I bet you'd suck it, now, wouldn't you? You wouldn't fight me now. You'd suck my cum right out and swallow it. All you fucking cunts will suck cock!"
"Oh yessssss," she sobbed. "I'll suck cock. I'll do anything. Oh, only give it to me hard!"
She was bouncing on his prick like a cowgirl riding a horse. She kept squeezing with her cuntal muscles each time she felt that hot meat going up into her squishy cunt. She felt the first hot explosion in her cunt.
"Oh fuck yes," she sobbed. "I'm coming. I'm fucking coming! Oh, I fucking love your cock! Oh, you fucking big bastard, fuck me harddddd!"
She really squirmed against him as her body convulsed with the spasms of pleasure. She felt weak and helpless as the last spasm shook her body. She moaned and leaned against him. She couldn't have moved if she'd wanted to.
"You want my cum?" he asked her.
"Yes," she admitted.
"I'm going to give it to you," he said. "I'm going to fill your belly."
He was fucking her faster and his hands had gripped her ass. She no longer thought about the noises they were making. It didn't matter if his wife, or anyone else saw them. This man had conquered her completely and there was nothing she wouldn't do for him.
"Squirt it in me," she moaned. "Oh fuck, squirt that stuff in me!"
"I'm coming, baby," he groaned. "I'm fucking coming! Oh you cocksucking bitch, I'm comingggggg." She ground herself against him and kept moving as she felt the hot spurts filling her cunt with thick cream. She had never given herself so completely to a man. She kept rubbing him even as his prick started to go limp.
It was only then that she thought about where she was and that his wife was, sitting only inches away.
But she wasn't sitting anymore. She was standing near the pool watching them.
"Oh my God," Cynthia groaned.
There was no way she could hide what they had been doing. She slipped off his cock and tugged her suit back up her legs. She waited for the angry words to come. But instead, Mary smiled.
"I bet you two are ready for a cold beer," Mary said.
"Yeah, babe," Greg said, pulling up his trunks. "And I want a shower."
Mary wasn't acting anything like what Cynthia had expected. There was no doubt that the dark-haired woman knew what had been going on in the pool. Yet, she was acting as if she saw this sort of thing every day. It made Cynthia nervous. She half expected Mary to go crazy at any moment.
It was more curiosity than anything else that made Cynthia go with the woman into the house. She wanted to understand Mary better, to understand why the woman hadn't made more of a scene.
"Would you like a beer?" Mary asked her.
"Yes," Cynthia said.
They sat at the kitchen table and drank the beer. Cynthia could hear the shower running in the bedroom. She could slowly close her eyes and remember every part of Greg's strong, naked body. She had never had it so bad for a man before. In fact, she had never been attracted to the muscular athlete. Yet, she was more than attracted to Greg. She thought he was the most beautiful hunk of man she'd ever seen.
"You're wondering about us, aren't you?" Mary asked.
"A little," Cynthia answered. "I mean, you know what was going on out there."
Mary crossed her plump legs and took another long drink of her beer. Mary was a lot smaller than Cynthia, more intense looking. She looked Spanish. Her dark eyes danced with a merry amusement as she looked at Cynthia. Cynthia found her gaze attracted to the way the creamy swells of Mary's breasts pushed out the top of her thin bathing suit. Cynthia knew why, she had never liked to look at women as big as Mary. She had always been jealous of their natural figures. Cynthia knew that a man was often attracted to a woman's boobs, and Cynthia had never had a good set.
"I know what happened," Mary said. "It's happened before. I don't mind."
"You don't?" Cynthia asked.
"Of course not," Mary said, shrugging her creamy shoulder. "I've never minded. You see, Greg is enough man for me. Sometimes I'm thankful for other women. It keeps him away from me. I love to fuck but Greg is so macho. He could do it all the damn time."
"Really?" Cynthia asked.
Cynthia found that she was interested in everything about Greg. She didn't understand this need to know about him. She had always kept herself so cool around men, but there was just no way she could stay cool around Greg. Even thinking about him made her palms feel kind of sweaty.
"He sure can," Mary said. "Often he can get it up ten times a day. Even a woman who likes it as much as I do couldn't take it all the time. He wears me out. But God, what a feeling when he leaves you."
Cynthia knew what feeling Mary was talking about. She had felt that same feeling a few minutes ago, when he had left her as well fucked as she'd ever been.
"He can make you feel like a woman," Mary said, her eyes dark with love for her husband.
Greg came padding into the kitchen. He was completely naked and again Cynthia had to gasp at the sight of that big beautiful cock hanging between his legs. He wasn't limp. The water had evidently refreshed him and his cock was half-hard. His huge balls looked like weapons hanging below his staff.
"Hi girls," he said. "Been having a nice conversation?"
"We've been talking about you," Mary said. "About what a stud you are."
"Ah," Greg said, shrugging his shoulders. "I'm not a stud. I just like pussy more than most guys. I mean there's nothing I like better than having my dick in a woman's twat."
Greg opened a beer and sat down at the kitchen table. Cynthia felt uncomfortable sitting there with him naked. And his wife there. A few days before and she would have been insulted if anyone had said she would ever do anything like this.
"There's one other thing I like," Greg said.
"Most of all."
"What's that?" Cynthia asked.
"I like having my cock sucked at the kitchen table while I'm drinking a beer," he said.
Cynthia felt a tingling sensation at the base of her spine. She looked at Mary who simply shrugged her shoulders. Cynthia wondered if she could. She had never sucked a man's cock before, at least long enough to make him come. And Greg had such a huge prick. She hadn't been able to breathe when he'd had it in her mouth the day before.
"Mary could suck me," Greg said. "But since you're the guest."
"Go ahead," Mary urged. "You know that you want to. I like having my husband get sucked in front of me. It makes me hot all over."
Cynthia swallowed nervously. Then she nodded her head. She was going to try. She might not make him happy, but she was going to try. She'd had the feeling before, while he was fucking her, that there was nothing she wouldn't do for him.
"I've never done it before," Cynthia said. "Not all the way."
"A Goddamn virgin mouth," he said.
"I might not be able to make you happy," she said.
"You'll make me happy, cunt," he said. "Or I'll know the fucking reason why."
A strange feeling came over her. Something she'd never felt before. Suddenly he was her master in command. She couldn't refuse him anything.
"Take off your clothes first," Mary suggested.
"Yeah," Greg agreed. "That's a fucking good idea. Strip off your fucking clothes, cunt. Get your ass bare. We want to look at you."
She was trembling as she stripped off her suit. She was still dripping water from her swim.
"Gorgeous," Mary said.
Again Cynthia had that feeling that Mary was looking at her in the way a man would look at her. Cynthia wondered if Mary could be different. Then she decided that Mary couldn't be different – married to a man like Greg.
"Take your beer, cunt," Greg said. "Pour it all over yourself."
She gave him a puzzled glance but she picked up her beer and poured a little of it down the front of her lush body.
"Like that, pussy," he said. "Except I want you to do it. All over yourself."
She understood that this was just another way to show her that she now belonged to him, that he could make her do any degrading thing he wanted. It made her shiver with fright, but it also made her excited. Really excited.
She picked up the beer and emptied it over herself. The alcohol ran in rivers down her belly to the junction of her thighs. She poured some against her face and into her hair. He was smiling.
"You little cunt," he said. "You're not so Goddamned cool now, are you? You smell like a four dollar whore and you're going to suck my prick until I shoot my fucking jism right in your Goddamn cunt mouth. And you're going to swallow it. Swallow every fucking drop!"
"Yes," Cynthia said, trembling.
"Well, start sucking!"
She sank down to her knees on the cold kitchen floor. He grabbed her by the back of her head and forced her face against his crotch.
"That's it, baby," he said. "That's cockmeat. A big thing for you. Suck it. Lick it. Show me how much you love the fucking thing."
"Yes," Mary said softly. "Show my husband. Show my husband and me what a aunt you are!"
"Oh Jesus," Cynthia said softly and she licked at the thick cockhead.
She didn't know what they'd done to her, but her pussy was a burning, dripping hole. She licked around the big crown and she felt his thick cum-juice leaking out onto her lips. She stabbed the tiny slit with her tongue.
"Yeah," Greg said. "Suck it, you little aunt. Suck my fucking prick!"
She was hotter than ever. She opened her mouth wide and sucked the big crown into her hot mouth. She began to swirl her tongue around the cockhead. That wasn't enough. She sucked harder and his prick went deeper into her throat. She felt his hand tighten on the back, of her head.
"Ahhhh yes, you little bitch," he groaned. "You fucking little cunt. Ahhhh fuck yes."
Her head began to bob. She began to bob her head and got a little more of his hot meat with every movement. She could feel his cock-head going deep into her throat.
"Fucking cunt bitch," he said. "Fucking cunt bitch. I'm going to blow your Goddamn cocksucking head off when I come. I'm going to fill your Goddamn belly. You bitch!"
His vulgar words and the rough hand that guided the movements of her head made her hotter. She wanted more of his cock in her mouth. She gave him one long suck until she had his balls at her chin. She couldn't believe it. She had all of his big thick pecker in her mouth. She didn't know a lot about sucking cock but she knew that this was something that few women ever did.
"Jesus," Mary said softly. "Look at her go after it. She must love it."
"You're fucking right she loves it," Greg said. "She's a cocksucking bitch! A cocksucking bitch!"
She felt jism leaking into her mouth. She was frightened of it, but she didn't take her mouth away. She began moving her head faster and swallowing the thick juice. His cock was beginning to get slippery and sticky. Her saliva mixed with his leaking juices made white bubbles form on the corners of her working mouth.
"Jesus," he groaned. "I'm going to give it to her. I'm going to give her every drop. Swallow it, bitch! Swallow it! Swallowwww!"
She couldn't believe he could have so much cum left. It spurted into her throat in deep, hot rivers. She felt like she had a gallon of it. She sputtered and then began to swallow as fast as she could. Still, a lot of his jism was escaping her sucking hungry mouth.
"She sure loves it," Mary said. "She's going after it like an animal."
"Yeah," Greg groaned. He pushed the back of her head and drove his prick deep into her throat one last time. His big prick spurted the last of his juice down the back of her throat.
"Now you just keep your mouth there, bitch," he said. "You just keep your mouth there until I'm ready."
She remained on her knees with his pecker in her mouth until he had finished his beer. She could feel his prick still pulsating hotly against the back of her throat. He didn't go completely limp but quit throbbing so intently. She felt sticky and sweaty all over.
But she was happy. She had made him come. She had performed her task as a woman. She had satisfied him. Finally he took his sticky cock from her mouth. She ran her tongue over her lips and tasted more of his cream.
"She's hotter than hell," Mary said.
"You think so?" he asked.
"Look at her face," Mary answered.
Cynthia did feel hotter than hell. Her pussy was burning and she needed something to fill it. Anything.
"Well the day is just getting started," Greg said. "We've got plenty of time. Plenty of time."