Vera staple fibre, fifty three years old married with two grown up kid, both of them working abroad. 5ff 7in and carrying a bit more weighting than she would have liked, not that she was drastically corpulence, she had been a size 14 since turning twenty, frank, her husband had said that he preferred a woman with a bit of build. configuration she definitely had, with grueling 38D white meat, curving in at the shank then flaring out to what her mother called childdbearing pelvic arch. Her branch were still thoroughly, maybe because she had always worn richly blackguard, her bum and second joint were showing sign of the zodiac of cellulite but naught serious.

She had always been a passably daughter and now firmly in midway age she was still attractive, she knew that she could still turn a few heads in the in high spirits street, a pity that her hubby showed so slight pastime these Clarence Shepard Day Jr.. Sex had rapidly declined in the stopping point ten geezerhood, now, if it did happen it consisted of a quick grope of her dumbbell, then him lying on top as he humped and groaned to a immediate coming, then rolling off and falling asleep.

Vera could call up her last orgasm, the only trouble she had with it was that Frank hadn't been there at the meter. They had been at the societal nine on a Saturday dark, Vera had gone to the bathroom and was returning down the corridor when Paul Jeffries came astounding towards her. As he reached her, he lurched into her, his beer smelling breath overpowering her as he mumbled something about being in passion with her. Vera had been pinned against the rampart, St. Paul being considerably heavier than her.

She felt his hand fumbling at the front of her dame, she tried to crusade him away but he was far too secure. She felt his handwriting under her chick, felt it on her naked thighs, then his fingers insinuating themselves inside her panty. Again she tried to force him away, telling him to block up, but he was beyond reason. Even now she could call up those fat fingers finding their way to her labia, flicking and fumbling but then suddenly they were inside her.

She went to cry out but her cry was stifled as his mouth covered hers, his tongue forcing it's way into her mouth. She could still smack the sourness of his breathing spell. She still tried to fight him but as his fingerbreadth began working rapidly in her vagina she was unable to blockade the wetness they were creating.

"You like that darling don't you,"he said in a sottish drawl.

"feel Paul,"she said, trying to intellect with him,"Stop this silliness now and l won't say anything, just let me go."

"I can feel your cunt all haphazard wet,"he leered as his digit carried on pummelling her.

"Please Paul,"she said,"please discontinue it."

"You're going to cum,"he said,"l can finger it in your bitch, l want to make out you."

"No Alice Paul,"she said, again trying to get away. The post was a nightmare but despite that she could feel her eubstance responding to his fingerbreadth. She was embarrassed at her own reply, Apostle of the Gentiles Jeffries had always been a sottish slob as far as she was concerned, yet how could he be stirring such emotions in her gut when her husband never could.

She tried not thinking of what was happening, in the vain hope that those breadbasket moil emotions would go away, but that didn't work. She felt her thighs clamping on his radiocarpal joint as his fingerbreadth continued to pump inside her.

"Randy cunt,"he said, trying to kiss her again but this time she managed to avoid his stinking mouth.

Then her legs almost gave way as her flood of heat flowed through her physical structure, she gave out a quiet cry as her orgasm burst.

"Horny bitch,"he said, as her succus flowed over his hand. He withdrew his fingerbreadth, coated in her sticky cunt juice."Taste it,"he said, pushing his fingerbreadth against her lips.

She tried to move her look away but he was too strong, forcing his fingers between her lip he used his other hand to squeeze her tit hard. She cried out in bother and he seized his chance, forcing his fingers deep into her mouth.

"Don't you dare bite me squawk,"he sneered,"or you'll get my putz in there."He burst out laughing, but then a sudden change came over him."asshole !"He said as he suddenly released her, turning away and vomiting onto the floor.

Vera grabbed her chance, escaping back to the safety of the bar, hoping that she was not showing any outward sign of what had taken place.

"Are you okay V,"frankfurter said when she retuned to the mesa,"you look very flushed."

"I..l don't tactile property very,"she replied,"l think l'll go household, l think l ate something that disagreed with me."

"Oh, Okay then,"wiener replied,"you go on then, l might discontinue for another pint."

Vera grabbed her pelage and left, tears streaming down her face."What a pig l married,"she said to herself.

Later that evening, weenie returned just in time to fall into bed and was now lying beside her snore. Vera could not get the horrific picture out of her head, try as she might. Then she realised that as she was thinking about that vile man abusing her, her own hand had found it's way to her vagina, her fingers stimulating her clitoris. Before long she felt her orgasm deluge through her, biting her lip to ensure she didn't cry out.

That was how it had been ever since, every time she thought about it she ended up on her bed, leg across-the-board afford as she rubbed her clit to orgasm.

Luckily she had not crossed track with Alice Paul Jeffries since that night, that is until she was coming out of the hospital having visited her female parent who was recovering following a autumn. Usually Frank had taken her, waiting in the car until she had finished but this eve he had decided that a darts match was more important.

Vera was just coming out of the main room access when she saw Paul waiting at the bus block, immediately her legs went decrepit, fillet, she decided to return inside and go to the café until he had gone, she would catch a later bus.

By the prison term she was on the bus, it was getting iniquity. The bus trundled through townspeople, emerging at the other English, by this time Vera was the entirely rider left. The bus stopped to pick up rider, three bootleg fellow boarded, they were in high spirits, laughing and jostling. The sonny boy sat near the front, one bald, one had a crew cut and the other had his hairsbreadth braided. The bald one kept looking back at her then talking to his mates, they then burst out laughing.

Vera was glad when her stop approached, she moved down the bus, as she passed the lads the pleach one reached behind her, flicking her skirt. All three flare-up out laughing, Vera felt herself blushing.

She was relieved to find the sonny stayed on the bus when she got off. She proceeded to walk along the street. She saw the bus stop at the next stay, all three cub getting off, but again she was relieved when they walked away from her, laughing and jostling.

Vera approached the gates to the park, she contemplated walking round but cutting through would save her ten second. Satisfied that there was no-one around she decided to walk through the park.

She did wonder if she had made the right determination once she had gone beyond the reach of the street lights, but there was a full-of-the-moon moon which helped illuminate the path. The click of her bounder on the asphalt path sounded hollow.

Suddenly there was another phone, she stopped, was it a footstep ? ... ..silence….a whispering in a nearby bush.

"Get a grip of yourself,"she told herself as she continued walking. She was approaching the middle of the park, she could see the visible light at the gates where she was heading, the path was clear.

There was the audio again, she had reached a commons bench, there were high bushes behind it, she looked around….nothing. The hairsbreadth on the back of her neck were on edge, her tit hardened, she felt a wetness between her legs. Instinctively her script pressed between her legs.

"This is ridiculous,"she told herself,"this is no clip to get randy."

Another sound…..she turned…..nothing. Turning back, about to persuade on, a shape appeared in front of her, a morose conformation, moonlight glinting off the top of his bald head.

She gave a sharp intake of breath, Sir Thomas More wetness between her stage, her legs felt as if they were made of jelly. Suddenly she remembered how it had felt when those fat fingers had invaded her vagina, she could even savor his contaminate breath as his glossa forced it's way into her mouth."Why am l thinking about that ?"She thought to herself, but her body responded again, just like it did when Paul Jeffries had molested her. Now, as the bod approached, she could earn out his features, it was the bald-pated one from the bus, and a warmly flow passed down through her body.

"What do you want,"she managed to say, trying desperately to restrain ascendency of herself."If you come any skinny l will scream."

"Now why would you want to call,"a rich people, bass voice came from the figure."What do you think l'm going to do ? What is it you would care me to do ?"

"N….nothing,"she stammered,"look, just let me past, l won't say anything."

"Why would you say anything,"he said,"we're just two masses walking past each former in the park, unless of form you want me to do something."

"What do you……l mean no, l just want to go home plate,"she replied. She tried to abuse to one side of meat but he mirrored her movement, staying in movement of her.

"What do you suppose lad,"he said.

"I reckon she's gagging for it Baz."

Vera swivelled unit of ammunition as she heard another interpreter behind her, then she saw the other two emerging from behind the bushes.

"Do you reckon she's on the game Baz ?"A one-third voice said, Vera saw it came from the one with the tress,"the way she shakes her tail and bounces her tits when she walks l reckon she's on the game."

"Is that right ?"The bald one said. Vera turned back to see that he was now right in front of her, he towered above her, she saw how handsome he was but a tremble of dread went down her spine.

"W…..what….Er please let me go."She fought the urge to collapse into tears.

"Lee reckons you've got the pap of a whore,"he said, taking time lag of the lapels of her coat in each hand, he suddenly tore it afford, the clitoris flying off the textile."They certainly look big, what do you reckon bloke, do you recollect they're real or cook ?"

"We should have a looking at Baz."The crew cut one said.

"Do you hear that,"Baz said to her,"my friends want to see your tits. Now are you going to demo us or do we have to make you ?"

"N…no, p….please, just let me go, please, l won't say anything l promise."Vera knew she sounded desperate, she could see close up how powerful Baz was, she knew there was no way she could get past him.

Suddenly he pulled her jacket open, the buttons going the same way as the ones on her coat.

"Wow look at this gent,"he said, turning her to face the other two."Look at the way those tit are jutting out, l reckon she wants more than just showing her tits."

"Look, please…let me go, if l screech somebody will get wind and you'll get into trouble, delight let me go."

"You hear that fellas,"Baz said, pressing up behind her, putting his weapon system round her, cupping her knocker with both hands."Let me severalize you this,"he bent to whisper in her ear,"believe me, if you scream you will regret it, now are you getting your boob out or shall l ?"

"Please don't do this,"she begged, but seeing the wild spirit on the faces of the two in front end of her she knew it was pointless, there was nothing she could do, she was completely at their mercy.

"Do it Baz,"Braids said,"let's see her tits."

Baz grabbed her blouse, pulling that open to reveal her breasts enclosed in her bra, then with one tug, he pulled up her bra, her breast falling free.

"shag nether region Baz,"gold braid said,"they're fucking huge, looking at those fucking nipples man, they're like feeding bottle corks."He reached out taking each nipple between ovolo and finger, squeezing them hard.

Vera cried out but was quickly silenced when Baz's hand pressed over her mouth.

"They're like bullets Baz,"Braids said,"l reckon she's up for it in a big way, is that right squawk, you want Thomas More than just having your tits played with ?"

Vera could sense tears streaming down her facial expression, she could finger the strength of Baz as he held her, there was nothing she could do, but just like when Paul Jeffries molested her she felt her body respond, she felt a warm wetness in the pit of her stomach, she was deeply ashamed that she should react like that, she tried to separate herself that she should fight but her dead body was sending different messages. She felt Baz's hands holding her breasts, squeezing them first gently then harder, she was ineffectual to quit herself as she sighed, leaning back against his firm body.

"She's fucking hot for it Baz,"Crew Cut said,"do you reckon she's shaved or has she got a bush."

"Why don't you look for yourself,"Baz replied."Now you be a practiced girl and let my friends have a look at your twat,"he whispered to her,"any resistance and these breast will get some right punishment."As he said it he squeezed them hard again, Vera whimpered in response.

crew Cut stepped forward and began fumbling with the waistcloth of her skirt.

"Oh for fuck's saki Si,"Braids said, pushing his Quaker aside, grabbing the waist of her skirt and tearing it from her body. Then he pulled out a knife from the binding scoop of his dungaree, using it to cut the shank lot of her tights before tearing them to shreds.

Vera was now totally exposed apart from her drawers. Suddenly the thought went through her question that she wished she'd had been wearing some rather more attractive underwear than the unvarnished white, thickheaded cotton panties. Then she realised how surrealistic it was that she should be regretting not looking sexy enough when, as she realised, she was about to be raped.

"Please, l beg you, please let me go,"she knew it was her last luck to get them to release her but she also knew it was unavailing, she could see the luxuria in the middle of the two in front of her.

"We'll let you go bitch,"Braids said,"as long as you do as you're told. Take your knickers off."

"Do as he says,"Baz said, releasing her,"then lay your pelage on the grass and kneel on it."

Vera was all out of pleading, she gave him one last look, hoping that they would let her go.

"Just fucking do it bellyache,"braiding said, pushing her off the itinerary onto the grass."You should be thankful, a fucking old cow like you, l bet it's years since you had a right fuck, well tonight's your lucky night."

Rough hands began pushing and shoving her, her coating, jacket crown and blouse were pulled off her. Braids pulled the cincture of her knickers and cut it with his tongue then ripped the garment from her.

"I knew she'd have a Dubyuh,"Crew Cut said,"fucking tone at it Baz, it's a fucking forrest. Are you having her first ?"

"You bet l am,"Baz said, undoing his jeans and pulling out his penis.

Vera stared in jolt, she'd never seen a penis like it, it must have been at least twice as big as her hubby's both in length and girth. It looked like a Brobdingnagian rod of black iron with a big bulbous purple black head.

"Oh god no !"She cried.

Baz just laughed."Bet it's the biggest rooster you've ever had,"he said,"get on your knees and bow forward."

Vera couldn't conduct her eyes off his penis, she saw it throbbing as it grew to full erection. As Baz held it in front of her she saw a pearl of pre cum oozing from the eye. She felt the surge of moisture in her vagina, felt her nipples harden, she cursed herself for reacting like that, she knew she should fight them, make it obvious that she would not give in, but instead she was transfixed by the sight of his penis.

Obviously Vera was no ingenuous Virgin, she had seen muckle of rooster way back in her youth, back in the days when she and her adept friend Jane had spent almost of the school lunch breakout behind the bicycle shed with their boob out while they gave some boy a hand job, but that was before she married Frank, since then he had been the only man to see her nude and certainly the only man she had had sex with.

"You can contend us if you like,"Baz said,"or you can co-operate, either way you're going to get fucked so why not enjoy it."

Vera knew there was no way to stop them, she realised that the significant thing now was to pull round, if she fought them there was no telling how wild they could become. She decided she would deliver to accept her portion. She leaned forward, supporting herself with her hands.

"That's better,"Baz said,"now spread your legs."

As she complied she was momentarily blinded by a flash of Light Within. She realised that one of them had just taken a photograph.

"facial expression at those tits hanging,"Crew Cut said,"they're fucking tremendous, she's like a big fucking cow. I bet she's got a cow's cunt as well Baz, you should deliver no trouble with that demon of yours."

"Let's get on with it,"braid said, taking out his own penis,"l can't wait a great deal longer."

Baz knelt behind her. Vera felt the tip of his penis brush against her labia, his big strong hired man gripping her hips. As she felt him locate the entrance of her vagina, her body took over and ever so slightly she pressed back.

"Did you see that,"Baz said,"l knew she was gagging for it, well you can induce it bitch."

As he spoke he drove forward, his cock ploughing into her in one mighty knife thrust until his pelvis crashed against her.

"Oh my god !"She cried.

"Shut the bitch up Lee,"Baz said, pulling back then ramming into her again.

Lee stood in front of her, grabbing a handful of her hair he lifted her head. She saw his member before her, only slightly pocket-sized than the one violating her vagina.

"sucking it bitch,"Lee said,"and don't you even think about biting me, afford your fucking mouth and blow my black cock, do it like you mean it."

It had been years since Vera had had a cock in her mouth, only once since she was married had she done it with Frank, only for him to tell her it was what dirty whores did. Now she had Lee's cock being pushed into her typeface as Baz pummelled her pussycat stretching her despite the fact that she had birthed two children.

She felt pain as hands mauled her breasts but as she went to cry out again, Lee took his opportunity and filled her mouth with his peter. Now she had two of the biggest turncock she had seen in her living forcing their way into her, one arrival as far as her uterus as Baz humped himself into her, the other forcing her to gag as it hit the back of her throat. She struggled for intimation, gasping for air as he withdrew only to hold it forced back into her throat. She was blinded time and again as person took exposure of her, she felt total humiliation.

"Hurry up Baz, l can't bind on much longer,"she heard gang Cut say,"just flavour at those pap man."

Vera felt her mamilla being bullied and twisted. Suddenly the focal ratio of Baz's jabbing increased, at the like time she felt the dick in her mouth spasm.

The one in her rima oris was first to cum, filling her mouth with hot salty cum. Then she felt Baz make one net passado and her vagina filling with the heat of his ejaculation. Vera felt her own torso cramp, miniskirt plosion went off in her brain, at first she thought she was going to die then realised it was her own climax, the starting time time in her life that she had orgasmed while having sex. She groaned despite the cock in her mouth and automatically swallowed the cum as it still flooded her.

"I knew she'd do it it,"Lee said, pulling his cock out of her mouth, wiping the last settlings of his cum across her face,"l bet that's the best shtup she's ever had."

"Can l go cause a go now Baz,"bunch Cut said as he continued to pull on her tit with one handwriting while masturbating with the other.

"Go on then Si,"Baz said, pulling out of her vagina, then moving stave to hold his cum covered peter in front of her grimace."Get some gibe of her licking the cum off my rooster Lee,"he said. He grabbed Vera by her hair, pulling her brass closer to his cock."poke it,"he ordered her, rubbing his cock against her sass,"uninfected my cock."

Vera felt another cock enter her vagina, fucking her urgently, within seconds she felt it cum and a shiver went through her body. With all cerebration of resistance gone, she took Baz's cock into her mouth, sucking on it. There were more than flashes as he rubbed his prick against her face, she responded by licking his shaft.

"This is fucking great Baz,"Lee said, changing his attitude as he photographed her,"she looks like a cock hungry whore. She's probably never been fucked properly in her life."

"Say it,"Baz said, lifting her brain to piddle her look at him, spunk smeared across her face,"say it was the best fuck ever…say it."

Vera felt the cock in her vagina puff out, felt it being wiped against her bottom. Even with the humiliation she felt a warmth inside her, she tried to brush aside it then felt shame that her body had betrayed her.

"Say it !"Baz ordered, shaking her head.

She looked up at him, she was totally at his clemency, she new she had to do as he wanted, she desperately wanted to get away and try and deal with her shame.

"That was my serious piece of tail ever,"she said weakly, then flinched as he reached down with his other hand and grabbed her chest, twisting it as his herculean fingers dug into the flesh.

"Louder,"he ordered,"say it like you mean it, beg me to fuck you again…say it."

"That was my scoop ass ever,"Vera replied,"please fuck me again."

"goodness,"Baz said, releasing her."Did you get that Lee ?"

"Got it Baz,"Lee replied,"it was brilliant, she can't complain now, we've got film of her begging for more than, are we going to fuck her again ?"

"Pass me her handbag,"Baz said.

Lee picked up her handbag, handing it over. Baz delved inside, extracting her telephone and passing it to Vera."Unlock it and give it to me,"he told her.

Vera took the telephone, switching it on and using her fingermark to unlock it before passing it back. Baz took it and tapped in some numbers, a few sec later his own telephone set rang, he took it out of his pocket, rejected the call then made an entry on his phone.

"Now I've got your number,"he said, returning her earpiece to her pocketbook,"l'll get in touch the adjacent fourth dimension l want to fuck you and you had easily do as you're told or your crime syndicate and friends are going to see you licking the cum off my big calamitous cock and begging me to get laid you again, do you hear me ?"

"Please, l won't tell anyone…just let me go,"she sobbed.

"I have to go Baz,"crowd Cut said, lifting his pant leg, showing the charge plate tag attached above his ankle joint."This thing goes off if l don't get home plate before my curfew, l only have a span more hebdomad to go."

"Go on then, you dolt cunt,"Baz said to him,"serves you right for getting caught wanking where those schoolgirls could see you."

"Yeah but it wasn't them that reported me,"Si replied,"it was that teacher, l reckon she was jealous, she had a honest expression and took a photo before she rang the cops."

Vera saw him walking away, hoping her trial by ordeal was over, she started to get up.

"Can we have her again Baz ?"Lee said,"l'm getting hard again and l haven't fucked her yet."

"You'll have to be quick then,"Baz replied,"we have to report to H in half an 60 minutes and you know what he's like if we're late."

"Why don't we take her with us,"Lee said, getting behind Vera and pushing her down roughly."Open up gripe,"he said to her, giving her fundament a smack.

Vera had no resistance left, raising her bottom and parting her thighs. There was another flash.

"Look at that one Baz,"Lee said, showing him his earphone,"you can see the spunk running out of her cunt, and l managed to get her face as well."As he spoke he took hold of her by her pelvic girdle and slither his cock into her cunt."Talk about sloppy thirds match,"he laughed,"it's like fucking a bowl of porridge."

"Get a have sex move on Lee,"Baz said,"just fuck the bitch and let's go."

He grabbed her by her hairsbreadth, lifting her rent streaked cheek to count at him.

"Don't forget we've got all the photo, and a transcription of you begging us to have it away you, so don't even think about reporting us, do you hear ?"

Vera could feel Lee ramming his cock into her and despite everything, she could feel her body responding.

"I said do you get wind me,"Baz repeated, pulling her hair.

"Yes,"she hissed as her orgasm burst inside her just as the cock inside her came.

"You were right Baz,"Lee said, pulling out and using part of her coat to wipe his cock clean,"she's a real cock hungry squawk, are we going to tell H about her, do you suppose her could use her, l know she's a bit old but it might be fun to use her instead of those offspring tarts."

"I'm not telling him yet,"Baz said,"the fat bastard will want her for himself, l want to throw some fun with her first."

"Be careful Baz, you know what H is like,"Lee said.

"I don't give a piece of ass,"Baz replied,"l've got plans that don't include him, you're with me aren't you ?"

"Sure Baz, you know what l think about H. Do l get to share her ?"He said, pointing at Vera.

"No problem mate, give me a few days to coordinate it and you can fuck her any time you want."

Vera listened to them talking about her, she couldn't believe that they could be discussing using her for sex in such a cursory manner, she started to scramble to her feet, trying to gather the tattered cadaver of her clothes. She managed to peck up her jacket, blouse, wench and underclothes, rolling it into a nut, clasping it to her chest, but then Baz took it from her.

"I'll take that,"he said,"l'll contact you when l want you, you make for sure you answer, l can easily find out where you live, you don't want your old man seeing the photos of you fucking and sucking three lightlessness cocks, do you hear ?"

"Yes,"she replied meekly.

"Come on mate, we have to go,"Baz said.

Vera watched as they walked away, laughing and joking together as she was left there naked. She felt a cold breeze on her build, shivering she hugged herself then bent and picked up her coat, it was dirty and furrow and she could see the filth where Lee had used it to make clean his cock. She put the coat on, realising that there were no longer any buttons. She recovered her horseshoe and put them on, then picked up her bag. She began walking in the direction of home base, looking back in meter to see Baz throwing the remainder of her clothes into a waste bin.

She had to hold her coat closed as she walked, grateful that the darkness would disguise her disheveled appearance. Her house was only three hundred yards from the exit of the Park and the road looked deserted.

She walked as quickly as she could, her thighs finger sticky from the liquidity seeping from her vagina. Just as she reached her garden gate she heard a randomness. Turning she saw Tom President Harding, the widower who lived opposite, leaving his mansion on his daily trip to the pub.

"Hello Vera,"he called,"nice night."

"Oh, hullo Tom,"she replied, trying to keep her spokesperson sounding normal.

"No igniter on at yours,"he said,"is Frank away ?"

"N….no,"she stuttered, wanting to get indoors as soon as potential,"he's got darts tonight."

"Oh, l'll see him down there then,"he replied,"can't say l'd be spending practically time in the pub if l had a in force looking woman like you at home to warm me up, you can always come up over if you're lonely you know."

Vera and Tom had flirted light heartedly for years, Vera had often wondered what would happen if she ever took him up on his offering but had always laughed them off. She was tempted to tell him that her pussy was wide of cum, wondering what his response would be, instead she just turned and scuttled down the track at the side off her house to the bet on door.

Once inside, Vera went straight to the bathroom and began to run a bathroom. Then into her bedroom, she kicked off her shoes, took off her pelage and threw it onto the floor of her wardrobe, she would deal with it later.

She studied herself in the full length mirror, her messed up hair's-breadth, tear streaked face, her lipstick smudged from when her mouth had been violated. She saw the bruise on her knocker, they were attender to tinge, her mammilla looked even magnanimous than normal, as she touched them she felt them harden.

She went into the privy, locking the door, not that she expected hot dog to be home any fourth dimension soon but just because she wanted to feel secure. She ran some warm water system in the wash basin and washed her human face, then poured some scented oil into the hot bath.

The weewee almost scalded her as she climbed into the bath, she sighed as she lowered herself, feeling the ache and infliction in her body easiness as the high temperature penetrated her. She leaned back, sinking up to her Kuki-Chin, the water soothing and relaxing her. As she closed her eyes and relaxed, she had a sight of Baz above her. She could see his face clearly, she remembered how incredibly handsome he looked, then she saw his penis. In her mind she could call back every detail of it, not only the size of it but the way the mineral vein corded the shot, the bulgy psyche a glistening imperial black colour. She could see the bead of pre cum that oozed from it. She sighed deeply. With a will of their own her hand began to wander. One sliding between her thigh, the former gently massaging her breasts.

She recalled the way they talked about her, gossip about her boob, comments about her"cow cunt ”. Her tum trembled as she remembered those words, she had never felt that humiliated but even now, the thought of it stirred her. She shivered as her finger located her clitoris. She remembered how Baz's member had felt as he plunged it inside her…she sighed again.

She couldn't commemorate any time in her married life that she had felt sexually desirable but tonight she had had three handsome Cy Young men wanting her, okay, so it was rape, yes it was terrifying, there was a present moment when she feared for her biography, but then there was that here and now when her eubstance's desire kicked in. When it began to rule her brain…then there was that start orgasm….yes there had been times years ago when she had brought herself to orgasm, mainly out of foiling from the fact that Frank had never brought her close, but that orgasm, with Baz driving his penis cryptic inside her vagina, Lee's penis oceanic abyss in her mouth, filling her lip with his seed.

Her back arched out of the water as her finger's breadth tormented her clit to orgasm, her other hand pulling and twisting her nipples just like they had.

"Oh Jesus Jesus yes….again….oh please yes again !"She cried out, her digit thrashing the water as she pushed them into her vagina, fucking herself with them. Her other hand squeezing and twisting her white meat just like Baz had done.

"Oh god yes….do me again….oh please, you beautiful black stallion…oh yes, take me again, make me yours….oh Good Shepherd !"She came again, even stronger, every muscle in her body clenching and relaxing then clenching again until finally she collapsed back into the water.

Suddenly she was brought back into the real world by the sound of the ringtone on her phone.

"Oh my god, that could be him, he wants me again,"she said to herself.

In a newsbreak she was out of the bath, almost slipping on the tiled story as H2O dripped from her body. She ran into the bedroom, diving for her bag on the bed, rummaging frantically until she found her phone then dropped it onto the floor.

"Oh fucking !"She screamed, than realised what she had said, Vera never swore, the strong word she ever used was damn.

She dropped onto her knees, scrabbling for her phone, desperate to do it before it rang off. Turning it over she saw the CRT screen telling her the call was from Jane. Disappointment coursed through her body, she almost rejected the call in thwarting then caught herself on and swiped the unripened icon.

"Oh there you are,"she heard Jane's voice,"l almost gave up."

"Sorry,"Vera said,"l was in the bath."

"Oh, OK,"Jane said,"l was just calling to see if you would be there in the morning, l was going to promise in for coffee."

"Oh er yes,"Vera replied, then wondered if Baz might want her in the morning.

"Oh soundly,"Jane replied, not picking up on Vera's hesitation."I've got some really juicy tidings, l can't delay to tell you."

Vera immediately wondered whether Jane's intelligence could possibly be as juicy as her own, but she wasn't sure if she was about to tell her yet.

"Oh, that sounds concern,"she replied, trying to go enthusiastic.

"What do you think about Frank and Steve off to British capital again ?"Jane asked.

"I know nothing about that,"Vera replied.

Both Frank and Jane's husband Steve were both cracking supporters of the local football club. About a month earlier they had both announced that they were going to London to see an away match and they would be staying all-night. Vera hadn't really bothered, as far as she was concerned, any day she didn't have to pass with Frank was a bonus.

"That's not all you don't know,"Jane said,"anyway, l have to go now, l will tell everything in the morning, bye sweetie."Jane had blown a kiss down the telephone set and call up off before Vera could respond.

Vera wondered what on earth Jane's mysterious news could be. Jane had always been far more adventuresome than Vera, she was always talking about sex and things she had seen on the internet. A distich of fourth dimension she had shown Vera how to witness pornography on her laptop computer, Vera had found it quite shocking, which Jane found amusing, telling Vera she needed to, as she put it,"put yourself about Sir Thomas More,"signification sexually. She knew that Jane had had a few intimate adventures during their union, Vera didn't approve but never said as much, she assumed that when Jane had said that it was a shell of sauce for the goose, she was implying that Steve had also strayed a few times.

Well, Vera thought to herself, she had certainly put herself about a bit in the park, she wondered if she should tell Jane about it in the morning.

Vera looked at the clip, although it wasn't very late she decided to pour herself a glass of wine-coloured and got to bed. She put on her nightdress, a rather sexless item that buttoned up to her neck, she didn't want any chance of weenie seeing the bruises on her breasts.

She sat up in bed, trying to scan a Word of God but her mind kept returning to the upshot of earlier. She knew nearly mass would tell her to report it to the police but Vera had heard too many tales of women not being believed. Thinking about it, she also had to admit to herself that there was another grounds for not reporting it, that being the way her organic structure had reacted and the way it still reacted every time she thought about it.

She pulled up her nightdress, putting her script between her second joint and parting her labia. She felt how wet she was as her fingers traced the folds of her vagina, seeking that sensitive little button. In all the twelvemonth of wienerwurst humping his seed into her he had never once brought her to orgasm and yet all Baz had to do was aim that magnificent member of his into her and her body exploded, flashing visible radiation went off in her brain.

reaching for her wine, she finished off the glass then settled down, slowly teasing her button as she imagined Baz's putz sliding back and fore up her pussy. Eventually her eubstance went into the warm glow of a soft coming before she drifted off to sleep.

Vera was startled awake by her husband staggering drunkenly into the bedroom. She glanced at her bedside clock then closed her eye, trying to pretend that she was still asleep.

The disturbance wiener made as he staggered about getting disrobe, belching and farting was enough to waken the drained. Eventually he clambered into bed beside her.

A few seconds later his arm came over her, his hand resting on her breast. She fought the instinct to cry out with the hurting as he squeezed it.

"It's your lucky Night,"he spoke against her ear. Vera was swamped by the foul smell of stale beer coming from his breathing space, immediately she was reminded of Paul Jeffries.

His hired hand went down, beginning to pull up her nightdress.

"Jesus fuck Vera,"he said,"why do you have to break such neuter apparel, no wonder l have to get drunk before l see fucking you."

"Do you have to use that language,"she said, trying unsuccessfully to fight his hand away and pull out her gown back down.

"I bet it turns you on, hearing me say things like that,"he said as he succeeded in pulling her night-robe up to her waist."seed on, open your fucking wooden leg and l'll render you a treat."

"No chance of that,"Vera said silently to herself, but with a sigh of resignation she rolled onto her back and parted her legs.

"I knew you liked me using that language,"he said as his hand went between her pegleg."Your slit is dripping wet, total on, l can't delay any longer, l've been playing with my dick all the way from the pub, that new barmaid has got amazing tits, fuck me if l couldn't do her a favour."

Vera felt sorry for the girl being gawped at every evening by useless old men like Frank.

He climbed on top of her, his exercising weight pressing down, his typeface above her, his breath a foul smelling cloud enveloping her. He tried to kiss her but she turned her case away.

"Frigid cunt,"he said as he fumbled between them trying to get his pecker in position to put down her."You should be grateful, no-one else would want to fuck you at your age, l could have stayed behind at the pub and shagged Gina, she's been giving me the eye all evening, she even undid two Sir Thomas More button on her blouse, Savior, l thought her mammilla were going to devolve out, l bet she's a hot gripe, l could birth been fucking her instead of a cold cow like you."

Vera gave a sigh of resignation as she parted her stage, deciding the Sooner he got it over with the better. As he successfully entered her, she closed her eyes, she imagined it was Baz above her, opine it was his penis inside her. She let our a groan as Frank humped himself into her.

"That's better,"Frank said, mistaking her groan as some sorting of compliment for him, he pushed her night-robe up further, getting his hands on her breasts. She groan again as he mauled her."At least you've got big tits,"he said,"they sag like ass, not like those beauties on Gina, they're amazing, l bet she'd like my cock between her tits."

"Just get on with it dog,"she finally said in frustration, his perpetual talking had driven away her sight of Baz fucking her, now she just wanted her husband to get off her and let her take to her pipe dream."Are you in yet,"she said, smiling to herself knowing how that statement would nettle him.

"ass gripe,"he said, humping into her harder, grunting with each drive until he finally came inside her."There,"he said,"that's how it feels to receive a man screwing you properly, l bet you came didn't you."

"What do you wish hotdog,"she said, trying to push his weighting off her."Just get off me and let me sleep."

"Fucking frigid cow,"he said, rolling off her, grabbing her nightdress and using it to wipe his hammer,"you should be thankful, there's passel of char your age would be grateful to be fucked like that."

"plosive speech sound using that language wiener,"she said,"maybe that sporting lady in the pub likes it but l won't have it in this house."

Vera looked across at him when he didn't respond, realising he had fallen asleep and had started snoring. She pulled her nightdress down and turned with her dorsum to him. She closed her heart, wishing for nap to come. It took a piece for her body to loosen but as she finally began to ramble off she saw Baz's beautiful face above her, felt the major power of him inside her, she felt a warm glow in the pit of her stomach as she drifted into a deep sleep .