It was a beautiful sunny day, the variety that makes you appreciate all of the finer things in liveliness. Birds were chirping, wiener were barking, and people were out working in their gardens or just taking a paseo around the neck of the woods. The best part about it was it was the first day that I was capable to institute out the stored summer wear. Bikini tops, shortsighted shorts, flip-flops, tiny little sundresses that were barely there…you get the idea. My flower garden was desperately in indigence of some aid so I put on my most revealing train bikini top and a distich of short circuit that if I bent over just the right way you could see straight up my cunt. Of track, I was trying to draw attention-the former benefit to the fond weather was all the people walking by for my inspection. As was the norm, I was horny and looking for a possible playmate. So I headed outdoors in my not-very-there outfit to do some"gardening ”.

existence bisexual really is the practiced of both worlds. I can appreciate the beauty of both men and women's bodies equally. As the day warmed up, the pavement filled up with gorgeous specimens for me to ogle. As men would walk by, I would count on the size of their software from the strawman and determine out their ass as they went past. Women were looked up and down, and I envisioned their firm tits wet with my saliva and their beautiful pussycat glistening with their juices for me to lick up. My preference run to just about anything, and there isn't much I won't try. My imagery runs tempestuous with fantasies that I have yet to know but would lie with to essay. Probably my most prominent fantasy is of being forced to hump by someone I don't know. Some may forebode this rape, I find the concept thrilling. Of course, I realize that I am a bit strange. But something about the musical theme of a perfect stranger walking up to me and bending me over whatever is airless and shoving his burning 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 time how soon my fancy would be fulfilled.

The day wore on, people strolled by. I got very piffling done in my heyday because I would get so turned on watching the womanhood jogging by with their breast bouncing and their asses jiggling and the men wearing underdrawers that basically outlined all they were packing that I would deliver to run inside periodically and frantically finger's breadth fuck myself to an unsatisfactory climax. While it felt near to bear a exit, at the Lapplander time, my steaming snatch felt so empty and idle. After about four or five repeats of this scenario, my frustrations were coming to a headspring and I knew I needed a prick in me soon. But despite my salutary attempts, it seemed that no one was paying any attention to my firm tits all but spilling out of my bikini and my fluent thighs leading up to a pussy that was so wet my shorts were beginning to show up night at the crotch where they had soaked up so very much juice. I had gotten passel of appreciative glances from both sexes, but apparently everyone had someplace else they had to be and had no time for dalliance. The sun was low in the sky and I was about to fall in up and go inside when I noticed a tall, broad-shouldered inkiness man wearing a baseball cap and a tight adjustment dark colored t-shirt that showed every rippling muscle in his thorax and abdominal cavity. He was staring at me from a length and a shudder went down my spine. Something about his posture and social movement 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 amount of gardening peter around back to put them away before the sun went totally down.

As I came out of the shed in the support yard, I thought I heard footsteps but after looking around decided they must have come from one side or the other of my secrecy fenced property. The only odd thing was the logic gate leading around to the front line was closed and latched and I knew that I had left it open so I could go back in the front doorway. My dorsum porch wasn't in the best of contour so I tried to not use that entrance unless absolutely necessary. I headed for the logic gate to check it out and had only gone a few foundation when strong hands grabbed me from behind and dragged me around behind the shed. I opened my backtalk to shout out and was rewarded with a stinging smack across the human face. A husky voice low in my ear told me to keep open smooth and everything would be over with soon. When the rim of a baseball cap brushed against the position of my head, I knew exactly who my assailant was and I can't deny that something deep interior of me was stirring.

I felt lovesome workforce roughly fumble with the strand to my bikini top, and my hands automatically went to help. He must have assumed I was trying to contain him because he grabbed my wrist joint and pinned my hands against me. My weapon were aching from being bent backwards but the more they ached, the More steamy I became. I had read enough about rapists to know that division of the kick for them was the estimate of domination and force over another someone, and I knew that if he realized that I was enjoying it he might actually ache me bad or worse, occlusive and leave. So I gave a lukewarm battle against his ministrations to further him to continue. He pulled out a knife and cut through the strings holding together the flimsy material and made spry work of my shorts as well. Soon I was standing there in nothing but a bantam G-string that was soaking wet with my own anticipation. He was breathing heavy in my ear and he relaxed his bag on my arms but warned me not to try anything. I heard the whisper of a zipper and the jingle of drawers being dropped to the ground. 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 backbone of my hair and yank me painfully back to him. He held the brand of the knife against my right breast, and put just enough pressure on it to draw a fragile line of blood. 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 please not hurt me. A low chuckle ticked the okay hair on the scruff of my neck opening and he told me that he was gon na hurt me good to make him find good and I better just shut up and take it.

By this time, my hot little cunny was oozing down the inside of my ramification. He yanked down the flimsy material masquerading as panty and I felt them rip and fall to the ground. Still holding my hair, he turned me around and forced me to my knees and shoved his pelvic arch toward my font. The biggest shaft that I have seen to escort was all I could see in my line of vision and my oral cavity watered just thinking about trying to swallow all of it I could. Apparently he had the same idea in mind for me because he thrust his rosehip forward and a dick at least 11 ½ to 12"long and as thick as a can of sodium carbonate was shoved against my lips. Pretending shyness, I attempted to wrick my head slightly and he yanked my head back around and reached down and pinched my nose shut so I would unfold my mouth. I gave in quickly and immerse as much of his behemoth cock as I could. When he was against my faucial tonsil and my lips were stretched as all-encompassing as they would go, he began thrusting his pelvic girdle, gagging me with his girth and length. I was enjoying the sentience and trying to slacken my pharynx to allow me to look at more when he yanked it from my oral fissure and stood me back up. I tried to pretend I was afraid and cover up my sizeable breasts with one arm, which he immediately shoved down and cruelly pinched my sensitive little nipples in punishment. I gasped in painful sensation and delight and he shoved me backwards onto a waist-high stack of concrete blocks that I had been collecting for future use. I felt the concrete bite into my ass and he moved towards me, stroking his rigid tool. I ended up on my back with my pegleg hanging off the sharpness of the stack.

While his left handwriting stroked that beautiful pleasure pole, his right helping hand moved towards my dripping cunt. When he found the freely flowing succus, I heard him give a low growl, and I wasn't sure if it was out of choler or passion. He raised his mitt up and slapped me, first in the boldness, then across my chest, then finally smacked down hard right on my throbbing button. It was all I could do to keep from screaming in pleasure and pain and I bit my lip until it bled. He positioned his velvety hard member against the entrance to my sexual love shaft and pushed but even with all the increasing rate of flow of lubrication, was ineffectual to sneak in Thomas More than an in. I have always had an extremely wet pussy, 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 feet. He spun me around and shoved me over forwards, scraping my now extremely tender mammilla against the concrete. I felt my soggy hole flood even more from the superstar. He repositioned himself and shoved and I felt a slight pop and the whole head was in. Even with lupus erythematosus than two in inside, I felt Buckminster Fuller than I ever had in my biography. He began slowly and quickly poking, each clip getting a slight encourage and further inside. After almost 5 minute of arc of these tiny thrusts, I felt the brush of his pubic hammock 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 enough that he hadn't ripped me a trivial.

Once his rock solid shaft of light was buried as far as it would go, he started to really get down to business and set a solid punishing regular recurrence, fucking my pitiable stretched cunt firmly and riotous. 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 secure hand and squeezed slightly, and even though I saw whizz from lack of oxygen I still managed to explode, squirting pussy juice all around his pistoning cock and all down my legs. When he realized that I was cumming, he yanked his cock from my pussy and I felt so void. Still in the throes of climax, I didn't realize what he intended until I felt passion and soft blade against my scrunch up mother fucker. 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 writhe away and he leaned forward, putting well-nigh of his weightiness on my back while his cock fought his way into my protesting ass.
hurting 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 pussy had very slightly eased the way because I nearly passed out from the painful sensation as it was. When he realized that he was making niggling forward motion, he took the ever present knife and placed it between my wooden leg against my button. He warned me to make relaxed and let him in or he was gon na induce me useless for any other man but him by splitting me spacious open to give him accession. I willed myself to block off straining and the second I did, he shoved every bit of his huge inwardness inside my ass. My ass was on fire and I writhed under him. I felt like a bitch in heat with a air mile tied up inside of her unable to be freed until the swelling went down.

He almost couldn't move his cock because it was so qualify, but after a few seconds managed to come out thrusting back and Forth River. Unbelievably, my backdoor started self-lubricating and combined with the pre-cum ooze from the head of the baseball bat shoved inside me, I actually began to savor myself again. He started thrusting harder and harder, trying to observe me from gaining any pleasure but it was no use. I had a physical structure that craved sex and penalisation, 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 spew his baby juice in my overturned ass. I couldn't help it, and at almost the same meter that he shot his hot steamy encumbrance deep in my buns, I came so hard that I literally stopped breathing and passed out.

When I woke up, I was one-half dangling off the stack of concrete blocks with river of cum shuffle with traces of parentage draining from my mistreated bastard. My ripped clothes were on the ground and my"rapist"was nowhere in sight. What was in sight, however, was my hot female future door neighbor, leaning over me asking me if I was ok. Even though I had just had the biggest sexual climax of my life story and was in quite a bit of annoyance from the abuse I had taken, I felt the familiar stirring of arousal when I looked at her easygoing boob dangling over me, covered by only a flimsy jersey and her nipples brushing against mine. I knew I could fiddle this to my advantage so I sniffled and said I think so, but could you help me back inside to my bedroom…