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I parked in the drive and turned off Tina's BMW. I looked over at Rachel. She seemed to be small, tiny but she was as tall as me and with her breasts, likely bigger than me though her hips were narrower because mine had housed two kids so I had that motherly spread that makes a MILF so comfortable on her back, or so I express it.
"Is this your house?" Rachel spoke into the suddenly uncomfortable silence. I realized I was risking a lot. Still, I twisted around and kissed her, not softly, not gently but with vigor, full of need and the lust raging in me. She didn't have a dick but I thought teaching her how to make love to a woman might be perfect for me.
The kiss made us both breathless.
"Let's take this inside before the neighbors come snooping." I said, looking down her shirt at the bruise on her right breast
I so wanted to give her a matching hickey.
We got out of the BMW and walked to the front door. I opened and I sensed immediately that my plan was going to work, at least, I'd have all the pieces. Whether it worked or not depended on Rachel. I led her into the hall, the very hall where I was raped Friday night. I walked into the living room and there they were. Tina was naked on the couch and Antonio had her one leg propped up between them and was fucking her.
"Oh my goodness!" Rachel gasped when she saw the couple, coupled on the couch. Antonio lifted his head and looked at her and she squeaked.
I took hold of her hand and felt the tension zinging through her.
"Rachel, let me introduce you. That is Tina, my sister-in-law and that man fucking her is my rapist, Antonio. I am hoping you won't mind if he rapes you again while he's here? He's raped me and he's raped Tina. I bet he'd be thrilled to rape you."
Rachel looked at the copulating couple and then back at me. She looked at them, then back at me.
"Oh my god, really?" She asked. "He's your rapist?"
I nodded.
"Yep, he's my rapist."
Whatever I saw in her eyes, it wasn't fear.
- COMMENTS
Hardmale100about 2 years agoFucking extraordinary! Fucking exquisite. And fucking delicious. One of the very hottest and best written stories I have yet come across on Literotica yet. Though I read it in parts, I was extremely hard through most of it, and was constantly stroking my very sensitive cock. Fucking quite the edging experience, masturbating my way through this story. My balls were soaked with oozing precum. The rape of Rachel initiated by the insatiable Helen on the bus was were finally lost control. God, that was fucking intense, both the scene and my orgasm. Loved how the author had Helen slowly undress Rachel in public against her will, and how Helen violated her and turned her on at the same time. I love that. Rachel, aghast with her being forced naked and used by all those men as well as Helen, and yet forced to orgasm during her violation and rape. So fucking delicious. Still have a very hard time believing the author is a man. So extremely well written from the point of view of the woman repeatedly raped and seduced by her own pleasures and lusts. Truly fine. Will be enjoying this story many, many, messy times. Thank you. Entertaining in the extreme. More, please!
Pleiadover 3 years agoI am overwhelmed. This was one of the most intense and exciting stories that I have ever read - ever. This is true erotica. Sublimely arousing. Well done. Thank you.
Anonymousabout 4 years agoOne of the most erotic storjes ivr read. I want to read more.
Anonymousabout 6 years agoI'm sorry but I have to agree with previous comments. 1&2 were pretty good if not a bit over written. Chapter 3 just turned into a tedious mess. If you're going to engage in word gymnastics then you better be able to stick the landing every time. Instead it was just one sad attempt after another of trying to impress while embarrassingly floundering. The monotony dragged on to the point I no longer felt anything remotely erotic. The old saying "Less is more" should have been applied. This was the 1st story of this author I stumbled upon. I was initially excited and looked forward to reading more their stories but after that last post I'm back on the hunt for good talent.
