It was a beautiful gay day, the kind that makes you appreciate all of the finer things in spirit. Birds were chirping, dogs were barking, and people were out working in their gardens or just taking a walk around the locality. The best section about it was it was the get-go day that I was capable to bring out the stack away summer clothing. two-piece tops, forgetful trunks, flip-flops, diminutive footling sundresses that were barely there…you get the idea. My heyday garden was desperately in motive of some attention so I put on my virtually revealing strand bikini top and a yoke of drawers that if I bent over just the right way you could see straight up my cunt. Of trend, I was trying to appeal attention-the other welfare to the warm weather condition was all the people walking by for my inspection. As was the norm, I was horny and looking for a potential difference playmate. So I headed outdoors in my not-very-there outfit to do some"gardening ”.

existence bisexual really is the proficient of both creation. I can prize the beauty of both men and adult female'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 their packet from the front and turn back out their ass as they went yesteryear. charwoman were looked up and down, and I envisioned their firm tits wet with my saliva and their beautiful pussies glistening with their succus for me to lick up. My tastes run to just about anything, and there isn't much I won't try. My imagination runs wild with fantasies that I have yet to know but would love to attempt. Probably my most prominent fantasy is of being forced to fuck by someone I don't know. Some may call this rape, I find the concept thrilling. Of class, I realize that I am a bit unusual. But something about the thought of a perfect stranger walking up to me and bending me over whatever is near and shoving his electrocution rod inside my blind drunk mess and punishing it until I scream just sounds about like the double-dyed end to a day. I just didn't realize at the time how soon my fantasy would be fulfilled.

The day wore on, people strolled yesteryear. I got very little done in my peak because I would get so turned on watching the adult female jogging by with their tits bouncing and their asses jiggling and the men wearing shorts that basically outlined all they were packing that I would have to run inside periodically and frantically finger have sex myself to an unsatisfactory climax. While it felt honest to let a release, at the same clip, my steaming cunt felt so empty and idle. After about four or five repeats of this scenario, my frustrations were coming to a head and I knew I needed a cock in me soon. But despite my best endeavour, it seemed that no one was paying any tending to my business firm tits all but spilling out of my bikini and my still thigh leading up to a kitty-cat that was so wet my shorts were beginning to evidence dark at the crotch where they had soaked up so much succus. I had gotten plenty of appreciative glances from both sex activity, but apparently everyone had someplace else they had to be and had no time for coquetry. The sun was low in the sky and I was about to give up and go inside when I noticed a marvelous, big-shouldered black man wearing a baseball cap and a smashed fitting nighttime colored tee shirt that showed every rippling heftiness in his chest and abdomen. He was staring at me from a distance and a shake went down my thorn. Something about his stance and movements seemed odd to me. I knew I hadn't seen him around before but when he made no relocation to come any closer I dismissed him from my head as best as I could and took my meager total of gardening tools 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 footsteps but after looking around decided they must have come from one side or the other of my privacy fenced place. 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 open so I could go back in the straw man threshold. My support porch wasn't in the best of configuration so I tried to not use that entree 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 scream and was rewarded with a stinging slap across the face. A husky articulation low in my ear told me to celebrate quiet and everything would be over with soon. When the brim of a baseball game cap brushed against the English of my head, I knew exactly who my assailant was and I can't deny that something deep inside of me was stirring.

I felt warm hand roughly mess up with the strings to my bikini top, and my hands automatically went to help. He must have assumed I was trying to lay off him because he grabbed my radiocarpal joint and pinned my hands against me. My arms were aching from being deflect backwards but the more they ached, the more aroused I became. I had read enough about rapists to live that part of the thrill for them was the melodic theme of mastery and force play over another person, and I knew that if he realized that I was enjoying it he might actually hurt me bad or worse, halt and leave. So I gave a half-hearted struggle against his succour to further him to continue. He pulled out a tongue and cut through the strings holding together the flimsy material and made quick work of my underdrawers as well. Soon I was standing there in nothing but a midget G-string that was soaking wet with my own anticipation. He was breathing heavy in my ear and he relaxed his bag on my implements of war but warned me not to try anything. I heard the whispering of a zipper and the jingle of pant being dropped to the ground. I secretly craved for him to be mean so I started slowly inching away ; slowly enough that he had clock time to grab me by the back of my hairsbreadth and yank me painfully back to him. He held the leaf blade of the knife against my properly breast, and put just enough pressure on it to attract a slight subscriber line of blood line. The bunco game 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 please not wound me. A low chuckle ticked the fine hair on the nape of my neck and he told me that he was gon na hurt me secure to make him palpate well and I better just shut up and look at it.

By this time, my hot little cunny was oozing down the inside of my legs. He yanked down the flimsy material masquerading as panties and I felt them rip and fall to the ground. Still holding my hair, he turned me around and forced me to my genu and shoved his pelvic arch toward my expression. The magnanimous prick that I have seen to day of the month was all I could see in my parentage of visual sensation and my mouth watered just thinking about trying to swallow all of it I could. Apparently he had the Saame approximation in mind for me because he thrust his pelvic arch forward and a shaft at least 11 ½ to 12"long and as thick as a can of soda was shoved against my sass. Pretending shyness, I attempted to move around my heading slightly and he yanked my head back around and reached down and filch my intrude shut so I would spread my sassing. I gave in quickly and engross as much of his behemoth cock as I could. When he was against my tonsils and my lips were stretched as wide as they would go, he began thrusting his hips, gagging me with his girth and length. I was enjoying the sensation and trying to loosen my throat to allow me to remove Thomas More when he yanked it from my backtalk and stood me back up. I tried to pretend I was afraid and cut across my ample breasts with one arm, which he immediately shoved down and cruelly pinched my sensitive trivial nipples in punishment. I gasped in pain and pleasure and he shoved me backwards onto a waist-high stack of concrete closure that I had been collecting for succeeding use. I felt the concrete bite into my ass and he moved towards me, stroking his rigid tool. I ended up on my backbone with my legs hanging off the edge of the stack.

While his pull up stakes hand stroked that beautiful pleasance terminal, his right bridge player moved towards my dripping cunt. When he found the freely flowing succus, I heard him impart a low growl, and I wasn't sure if it was out of ire or Passion of Christ. He raised his hand up and slapped me, first in the brass, then across my white meat, then finally smacked down hard rightfield on my throbbing clit. It was all I could do to preserve from screaming in pleasure and pain and I bit my lip until it bled. He positioned his velvety operose member against the entranceway to my erotic love jibe and pushed but even with all the increasing stream of lubrication, was unable to insert more than an inch. I have always had an extremely tight slit, and it appeared that his rod was just too much for it. Pulling out, he grabbed me by both nipples and roughly pulled me to my understructure. He spun me around and shoved me over forwards, scraping my now extremely spiritualist mammilla against the concrete. I felt my boggy golf hole flood even more from the sensation. He repositioned himself and shoved and I felt a thin pop and the whole school principal was in. Even with less than two inches inside, I felt fuller than I ever had in my sprightliness. He began slowly and quickly poking, each clip getting a little boost and further inside. After almost 5 second of these tiny stab, I felt the brush of his pubic mound 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 sure that he hadn't ripped me a little.

Once his rock solid beam was buried as far as it would go, he started to really get down to business organisation and set a solid punishing round, fucking my poor adulterate cunt heavily and fast. I knew I was going to cum and soon and really was amazed that I had even held out this foresightful. He gripped my throat with his strong hand and squeezed slightly, and even though I saw stars from want of oxygen I still managed to explode, squirting kitty-cat succus all around his pistoning turncock and all down my peg. When he realized that I was cumming, he yanked his stopcock from my snatch and I felt so empty. Still in the throe of orgasm, I didn't realize what he intended until I felt oestrus and soft brand against my crinkly cocksucker. This I truly was afraid of-I enjoyed anal sex usually but no way had I ever considered letting anything that size near my ass. I whimpered and tried to squirm away and he leaned forward, putting most of his weight on my backrest while his cock fought his way into my protest backside.
Pain like I had never felt before shot through me as he worked his way in, in by excruciating inch. Thank god the lubrication from my pussy had very slightly eased the way because I nearly passed out from the pain as it was. When he realized that he was making slight onward motion, he took the ever present knife and placed it between my legs against my clit. He warned me to slacken and let him in or he was gon na spend a penny me useless for any other man but him by splitting me wide undefendable to commit him access. I willed myself to terminate straining and the second I did, he shoved every bit of his huge nitty-gritty inside my ass. My ass was on fire and I writhed under him. I felt like a bitch in heat with a slub tied up inside of her ineffectual to be freed until the swelling went down.

He almost couldn't move his cock because it was so restricted, but after a few seconds managed to start thrusting back and forth. Unbelievably, my back door started self-lubricating and combined with the pre-cum oozing from the head of the baseball game bat shoved inside me, I actually began to enjoy myself again. He started thrusting harder and harder, trying to sustain me from gaining any pleasance but it was no use. I had a body that craved sex and punishment, and the combination of the two was just too often for me. With each thrust, he grunted and before I long, I could tell that he was about to be sick his babe juice in my retrousse ass. I couldn't help it, and at almost the same fourth dimension that he shot his hot sticky load 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 mass of concrete block with river of cum mixed with tracing of blood draining from my abused asshole. My ripped clothes were on the reason and my"rapist"was nowhere in sight. What was in slew, however, was my hot distaff succeeding door neighbor, leaning over me asking me if I was ok. Even though I had just had the biggest orgasm of my life and was in quite a bit of pain from the abuse I had taken, I felt the intimate stirring of arousal when I looked at her diffused breast dangling over me, covered by only a thin jersey and her pap brushing against mine. I knew I could bet this to my reward so I sniffled and said I think so, but could you help me back inside to my bedroom…