It was a beautiful sunny day, the kind that makes you appreciate all of the finer things in life. wench were chirping, andiron were barking, and people were out working in their gardens or just taking a pass around the neighborhood. The skillful share about it was it was the for the first time day that I was able to bring out the lay in summer clothing. Bikini tops, short short pants, flip-flops, tiny small sundresses that were barely there…you get the thought. My flower garden was desperately in pauperism of some attending so I put on my almost revealing string two-piece top and a pair of shorts that if I bent over just the justly way you could see straight up my cunt. Of course, I was trying to pull in attention-the former benefit to the fond weather condition was all the citizenry walking by for my inspection. As was the norm, I was horny and looking for a potential drop playmate. So I headed outdoors in my not-very-there kit to do some"gardening ”.

Being bisexual really is the best of both worlds. I can appreciate the knockout of both men and fair sex's bodies equally. As the day warmed up, the sidewalk filled up with gorgeous specimens for me to ogle. As men would walk by, I would estimate the size of it of their software system from the figurehead and check out their ass as they went yesteryear. Women were looked up and down, and I envisioned their firm tits wet with my saliva and their beautiful kitty-cat glistening with their juices for me to lick up. My gustation run to just about anything, and there isn't much I won't try. My imagination runs wild with fantasy that I have yet to experience but would love to undertake. Probably my most prominent fantasy is of being forced to jazz by soul I don't know. Some may call this violation, I find the concept thrilling. Of course, I realize that I am a bit unusual. But something about the estimation of a perfect unknown walking up to me and bending me over whatever is closest and shoving his burn rod inside my tight hole and punishing it until I scream just sounds about like the perfect end to a day. I just didn't realize at the sentence how soon my fancy would be fulfilled.

The day wore on, people strolled past. I got very little done in my peak because I would get so turned on watching the women jogging by with their knocker bouncing and their asses jiggling and the men wearing boxers that basically outlined all they were packing that I would receive to run inside periodically and frantically finger make out myself to an unsatisfactory climax. While it felt in effect to have a vent, at the Lapp time, my steaming puss felt so empty and unused. After about four or five repeats of this scenario, my defeat were coming to a top dog and I knew I needed a cock in me soon. But despite my best attempts, it seemed that no one was paying any attending to my business firm tits all but spilling out of my bikini and my smooth second joint leading up to a pussy that was so wet my shorts were beginning to point wickedness at the crotch where they had soaked up so much juice. I had gotten plenty of appreciative glances from both sexuality, but apparently everyone had someplace else they had to be and had no prison term for flirting. The sun was low in the sky and I was about to give up and go inside when I noticed a marvelous, square-shouldered blackamoor man wearing a baseball game cap and a tight fitting dark colored jersey that showed every rippling muscle in his chest and abdomen. He was staring at me from a distance and a shiver went down my back. Something about his position and movements seemed odd to me. I knew I hadn't seen him around before but when he made no movement to come in any finisher I dismissed him from my mind as best as I could and took my meager measure of gardening instrument around back to put them away before the sun went totally down.

As I came out of the shed in the back yard, I thought I heard footfall but after looking around decided they must deliver come from one side or the former of my concealment fenced property. The exclusively odd thing was the logic gate leading around to the front was closed and latched and I knew that I had left it undecided so I could go back in the social movement door. My back up porch wasn't in the best of bod so I tried to not use that entryway unless absolutely requisite. I headed for the gate to check it out and had only gone a few feet when strong hands grabbed me from behind and dragged me around behind the shed. I opened my mouth to yell and was rewarded with a stinging slap across the brass. A husky vox low in my ear told me to keep subdued and everything would be over with soon. When the brim of a baseball cap brushed against the side of my head, I knew exactly who my assailant was and I can't deny that something thick inside of me was stirring.

I felt warm script roughly fumble with the strings to my Bikini top, and my hands automatically went to help. He must have assumed I was trying to discontinue him because he grabbed my wrists and pinned my hands against me. My subdivision were aching from being bent backwards but the more they ached, the Sir Thomas More aroused I became. I had read enough about rapist to know that part of the thrill for them was the estimation of domination and personnel over another person, and I knew that if he realized that I was enjoying it he might actually hurt me bad or worse, stoppage and leave. So I gave a half-hearted struggle against his succor to advance him to carry on. He pulled out a knife and cut through the string holding together the flimsy stuff and made agile work of my shorts as well. Soon I was standing there in naught but a tiny g-string that was soaking wet with my own prediction. He was breathing heavy in my ear and he relaxed his clasp on my arms but warned me not to try anything. I heard the whispering of a zipper and the jangle of pants being dropped to the basis. I secretly craved for him to be mean so I started slowly inching away ; slowly enough that he had time to grab me by the spinal column of my fuzz and yank me painfully back to him. He held the brand of the knife against my veracious knocker, and put just enough pressure on it to suck up a thin line of blood line. The flimflam of the cut practically sent me over the edge but I held back. Playing along, I begged him to let me go and I promised I wouldn't say anything to anyone if he would just delight not hurt me. A low chuckle ticked the fine hair on the nape of my neck opening and he told me that he was gon na hurt me good to make him sense sound and I dependable just shut up and take it.

By this time, my hot little cunny was oozing down the interior of my legs. He yanked down the flimsy material masquerading as pantie and I felt them rip and capitulation to the ground. Still holding my hairsbreadth, he turned me around and forced me to my knees and shoved his hip toward my face. The biggest putz that I have seen to date was all I could see in my line of visual sensation and my oral cavity watered just thinking about trying to live with all of it I could. Apparently he had the Saami estimation in mind for me because he thrust his hip forward and a dick at least 11 ½ to 12"long and as thick as a can of soda water was shoved against my mouth. Pretending shyness, I attempted to bend my head slightly and he yanked my head back around and reached down and tweet my nose shut so I would open my mouth. I gave in quickly and soak up as much of his monster peter as I could. When he was against my palatine tonsil and my brim were stretched as wide as they would go, he began thrusting his coxa, gagging me with his girth and length. I was enjoying the sensation and trying to make relaxed my pharynx to earmark me to read Sir Thomas More when he yanked it from my mouth and stood me back up. I tried to pretend I was afraid and covered my ample breasts with one arm, which he immediately shoved down and cruelly pinched my spiritualist minuscule pap in penalty. I gasped in pain and pleasure and he shoved me backwards onto a waist-deep stack of concrete cylinder block that I had been collecting for future use. I felt the concrete sharpness into my ass and he moved towards me, stroking his unbending creature. I ended up on my back with my peg hanging off the edge of the peck.

While his left hand stroked that beautiful pleasance celestial pole, his right hand moved towards my dripping cunt. When he found the freely run juice, I heard him yield a low growl, and I wasn't sure if it was out of choler or passion. He raised his hand up and slapped me, first in the face, then across my breasts, then finally smacked down hard right on my throbbing clitoris. It was all I could do to keep from screaming in pleasance and pain and I bit my lip until it bled. He positioned his velvety punishing phallus against the entryway to my dearest shaft and pushed but even with all the increasing flow of lubrication, was ineffective to insert more than an inch. I have always had an extremely blotto slit, and it appeared that his rod was just too much for it. Pulling out, he grabbed me by both nipple and roughly pulled me to my feet. He spun me around and shoved me over forwards, scraping my now extremely tender nipples against the concrete. I felt my soggy cakehole flood even more from the sensation. He repositioned himself and shoved and I felt a cold-shoulder pop and the whole heading was in. Even with lupus erythematosus than two inches inside, I felt Fuller than I ever had in my life. He began slowly and quickly thrusting, each time getting a little encourage and further inside. After almost 5 bit of these bantam stab, I felt the brush of his pubic cumulation against my ass and I knew I had taken almost all of him. My pussy was stretched so far it was burning and stinging and I wasn't entirely for sure that he hadn't ripped me a little.

Once his rock solid shaft was buried as far as it would go, he started to really get down to byplay and set a solid punishing cycle, fucking my pitiable stretched bitch strong and degraded. I knew I was going to cum and soon and really was amazed that I had even held out this long. He gripped my throat with his firm hand and squeezed slightly, and even though I saw star topology from lack of oxygen I still managed to explode, squirting snatch juice all around his pistoning cock and all down my leg. When he realized that I was cumming, he yanked his cock from my pussy and I felt so void. Still in the throes of orgasm, I didn't realize what he intended until I felt high temperature and soft brand against my crinkled asshole. This I truly was afraid of-I enjoyed anal sex usually but no way had I ever considered letting anything that sizing near my ass. I whimpered and tried to squirm away and he leaned forward, putting virtually of his weight on my back while his cock fought his way into my protesting backside.
pain like I had never felt before shot through me as he worked his way in, inch by excruciating inch. Thank god the lubrication from my twat had very slightly eased the way because I nearly passed out from the pain as it was. When he realized that he was making trivial progress, he took the ever demo knife and placed it between my legs against my clit. He warned me to unlax and let him in or he was gon na realise me useless for any former man but him by splitting me widely clear to throw him access. I willed myself to stop distortion and the sec I did, he shoved every bit of his immense meat inside my ass. My ass was on fire and I writhed under him. I felt like a kick in heat with a Calidris canutus tied up inside of her unable to be freed until the swelling went down.

He almost couldn't proceed his cock because it was so throttle, but after a few seconds managed to start thrusting back and Forth River. Unbelievably, my backdoor started self-lubricating and combined with the pre-cum oozing from the drumhead of the baseball game bat shoved inside me, I actually began to relish myself again. He started thrusting harder and harder, trying to keep me from gaining any pleasure but it was no use. I had a body that craved sex and punishment, and the combination of the two was just too much for me. With each poking, he grunted and before I long, I could tell that he was about to barf his baby juice in my upturned ass. I couldn't assistant it, and at almost the Saami prison term that he shot his hot viscid burden deep in my buns, I came so hard that I literally stopped breathing and passed out.

When I woke up, I was half dangling off the stack of concrete blocks with river of cum mixed with traces of blood draining from my ill-use arse. My ripped clothes were on the ground and my"rapist"was nowhere in mass. What was in tidy sum, however, was my hot distaff next room access neighbor, leaning over me asking me if I was ok. Even though I had just had the great orgasm of my life story and was in quite a bit of pain from the abuse I had taken, I felt the familiar stirring of foreplay when I looked at her soft breast dangling over me, covered by only a fragile tee shirt and her nipples brushing against mine. I knew I could trifle this to my reward so I sniffled and said I think so, but could you help me back inside to my bedroom…