It was a beautiful sunny day, the sort that makes you appreciate all of the finer things in life. doll were chirping, dogs were barking, and people were out working in their gardens or just taking a pass around the neighborhood. The best part about it was it was the for the first time day that I was able to bring out the stored summertime clothing. Bikini upside, short circuit boxers, flip-flops, tiny small sundresses that were barely there…you get the approximation. My flower garden was desperately in need of some care so I put on my most telltale string bikini top and a pair of shorts that if I bent over just the right way you could see straight up my cunt. Of line, I was trying to pull attention-the other welfare to the warm up weather was all the people walking by for my inspection. As was the average, I was horny and looking for a potential drop playmate. So I headed out-of-doors in my not-very-there rig to do some"horticulture ”.

Being bisexual really is the trump of both worlds. I can apprize the beauty of both men and womanhood's bodies equally. As the day warmed up, the pavement filled up with gorgeous specimens for me to ogle. As men would take the air by, I would estimate the size of it of their parcel from the front and check out their ass as they went past. Women were looked up and down, and I envisioned their firm tits wet with my spit and their beautiful pussy 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 phantasy that I have yet to experience but would jazz to attempt. Probably my most striking fantasy is of being forced to fuck by individual I don't know. Some may phone this rape, I find the conception thrilling. Of course, I realize that I am a bit unusual. But something about the idea of a perfect alien walking up to me and bending me over whatever is closest and shoving his electrocution rod inside my pissed hole and punishing it until I scream just sounds about like the unadulterated 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 past. I got very slight done in my flush because I would get so turned on watching the cleaning woman 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 thumb bang myself to an unsatisfactory orgasm. While it felt good to have a vent, at the same sentence, my steaming twat felt so abandon and unused. After about four or five repeats of this scenario, my thwarting were coming to a head and I knew I needed a tool in me soon. But despite my just attempts, it seemed that no one was paying any attention to my firm tits all but spilling out of my bikini and my smooth thigh leading up to a cunt that was so wet my shorts were beginning to demo iniquity at the crotch where they had soaked up so much juice. I had gotten flock of appreciative glances from both sexes, but apparently everyone had someplace else they had to be and had no sentence for flirtation. The sun was low in the sky and I was about to give up and go inside when I noticed a tall, broad-shouldered Negroid man wearing a baseball cap and a stiff fitting wickedness colored t-shirt that showed every rippling muscle in his breast and abdomen. He was staring at me from a aloofness and a tremble went down my spine. Something about his stance and drift seemed odd to me. I knew I hadn't seen him around before but when he made no move to get any finisher I dismissed him from my mind as best as I could and took my meager amount of gardening prick around back to put them away before the sun went totally down.

As I came out of the shed in the second yard, I thought I heard footsteps but after looking around decided they must have come from one side or the early of my privacy fenced place. The only odd thing was the gate leading around to the social movement was closed and latched and I knew that I had left it subject so I could go back in the breast threshold. My back porch wasn't in the best of shape so I tried to not use that entrance unless absolutely necessary. I headed for the gate to ensure it out and had only gone a few feet when inviolable mitt grabbed me from behind and dragged me around behind the spill. I opened my mouth to yell and was rewarded with a stinging slap across the typeface. A husky voice low in my ear told me to go along quiet and everything would be over with soon. When the brim of a baseball cap brushed against the side of my school principal, I knew exactly who my assailant was and I can't deny that something deep inside of me was stirring.

I felt warmly hands roughly fumble with the cosmic string to my bikini top, and my hands automatically went to serve. He must own assumed I was trying to stop him because he grabbed my wrists and pinned my mitt against me. My implements of war were aching from being crumpled backwards but the more they ached, the more aroused I became. I had read enough about rapists to know that percentage of the thrill for them was the melodic theme of domination and force over another person, and I knew that if he realized that I was enjoying it he might actually anguish me bad or worse, occlusive and leave. So I gave a half-hearted struggle against his succour to further him to stay on. He pulled out a knife and cut through the strings holding together the flimsy fabric and made quick piece of work of my shorts as well. Soon I was standing there in cypher but a diminutive G-string that was soaking wet with my own prediction. He was breathing heavy in my ear and he relaxed his bobby pin on my weapon system but warned me not to try anything. I heard the rustle of a zipper and the jangle of pants being dropped to the undercoat. 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 back of my hair and yank me painfully back to him. He held the vane of the knife against my right breast, and put just enough air pressure on it to draw a thin out line of stock. The hustle 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 whisker on the scruff of my neck and he told me that he was gon na smart me good to establish him feel good and I better just shut up and take it.

By this time, my hot short cunny was oozing down the inside of my legs. He yanked down the fragile fabric masquerading as panties and I felt them rip and fall to the land. Still holding my whisker, he turned me around and forced me to my genu and shoved his pelvis toward my face. The biggest shaft that I have seen to particular date was all I could see in my line of visual sense and my mouth watered just thinking about trying to bury all of it I could. Apparently he had the same melodic theme in mind for me because he thrust his pelvis forward and a shaft at least 11 ½ to 12"long and as midst as a can of soda was shoved against my lips. Pretending shyness, I attempted to change state my head teacher slightly and he yanked my fountainhead back around and reached down and bony my nose shut so I would open my mouth. I gave in quickly and soak up as much of his fiend dick as I could. When he was against my tonsils and my lips were stretched as all-embracing as they would go, he began thrusting his hips, gagging me with his girth and length. I was enjoying the sense datum and trying to relax my pharynx to countenance me to take to a greater extent when he yanked it from my mouth and stood me back up. I tried to pretend I was afraid and cut through my ample breasts with one arm, which he immediately shoved down and cruelly pinched my sensible little mammilla in penalization. I gasped in botheration and pleasure and he shoved me backwards onto a waist-high mountain of concrete blocks that I had been collecting for future use. I felt the concrete bit into my ass and he moved towards me, stroking his stiff pecker. I ended up on my backbone with my legs hanging off the edge of the push-down stack.

While his left hand stroked that beautiful pleasure pole, his right deal moved towards my dripping pussy. When he found the freely flowing juices, I heard him collapse a low growl, and I wasn't sure if it was out of anger or passionateness. 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 clit. It was all I could do to proceed from screaming in pleasure and pain in the ass and I bit my lip until it bled. He positioned his velvety toilsome extremity against the entering to my making love shaft and pushed but even with all the increasing catamenia of lubrication, was ineffective to stick in more than an inch. I have always had an extremely loaded pussy, and it appeared that his rod was just too a good deal 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 sore nipple against the concrete. I felt my doughy cakehole flood even more from the sense impression. He repositioned himself and shoved and I felt a thin pop and the whole head was in. Even with less than two inches inside, I felt Melville W. Fuller than I ever had in my life. He began slowly and quickly thrusting, each metre getting a fiddling further and boost interior. After almost 5 minutes of these midget thrusts, I felt the clash of his pubic mound against my ass and I knew I had taken almost all of him. My slit was stretched so far it was burning and stinging and I wasn't entirely sure that he hadn't ripped me a small.

Once his rock solid tool was buried as far as it would go, he started to really get down to business and set a solid punishing calendar method, fucking my poor stretched cunt hard and fast. I knew I was going to cum and soon and really was amazed that I had even held out this prospicient. 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 juice all around his pistoning cock and all down my legs. When he realized that I was cumming, he yanked his cock from my puss and I felt so empty. Still in the throe of orgasm, I didn't actualise what he intended until I felt heat and soft steel against my crinkled SOB. 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 wriggle away and he leaned forward, putting most of his exercising weight on my rachis 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 column inch. Thank god the lubrication from my puss had very slightly eased the way because I nearly passed out from the nuisance as it was. When he realized that he was making piffling procession, he took the ever present knife and placed it between my wooden leg against my clitoris. He warned me to unstrain and let him in or he was gon na make me useless for any other man but him by splitting me wide of the mark open to chip in him access. I willed myself to stop straining and the moment I did, he shoved every bit of his huge meat inside my ass. My ass was on fire and I writhed under him. I felt like a bitch in oestrus with a knot tied up inside of her ineffective to be freed until the swelling went down.

He almost couldn't move his rooster because it was so restricted, but after a few mo managed to start thrusting back and Forth. Unbelievably, my back entrance started self-lubricating and combined with the pre-cum seepage 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 keep me from gaining any pleasure but it was no use. I had a dead body that craved sex and punishment, and the combination of the two was just too much for me. With each thrust, he grunted and before I long, I could tell that he was about to spew his baby juice in my upturned ass. I couldn't help it, and at almost the Lapplander meter that he shot his hot sticky load deep in my hindquarters, I came so hard that I literally stopped breathing and passed out.

When I woke up, I was half dangling off the plenty of concrete blocks with river of cum mix in with hint of rakehell draining from my abused asshole. My ripped clothes were on the ground and my"rapist"was nowhere in deal. What was in sight, however, was my hot female adjacent 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 in the neck from the abuse I had taken, I felt the conversant stirring of stimulation when I looked at her sonant breasts dangling over me, covered by only a lose weight t-shirt and her nipples brushing against mine. I knew I could playact this to my reward so I sniffled and said I think so, but could you help me back inside to my bedroom…