Twice-Raped Preacher’s Wife 2

Twice-Raped Preacher’s Wife 2

In the end, she decided the best thing to do was to take a shower.

When her husband returned, he found her in the kitchen, preparing a late lunch. He pecked her on the cheek and she returned the favor, and then went on preparing lunch….

The next three days were apprehensive ones for the two rapists. The three days after they performed a rape was always filled with some anxiety and apprehension. There was always a chance that the victim would quickly report the rape and give a detailed description of their appearance, and that they would be apprehended. It had not happened before, but they knew that it could happen. And so they were naturally anxious and nervous for a few days afterwards. But after three days came and went, and no news came of any reported rape, they knew they could generally relax. They had gotten away with it again.

In most of the rapes they committed, it was a one-time deal with the woman, but there had been a few times when the victim had actually ended up enjoying it, even loving the rape, and they had paid her return visits. This was the way they felt about Debbie Bingham. Although she had not verbally encouraged them, there had been unmistakable bodily signs that she had in the end enjoyed it—perhaps even loved it, and just maybe wanted it to happen again. They decided that with her—with someone so attractive and sexy enough to be a movie star or model —and married to a preacher to boot—it was worth taking the risk.

They decided to pay her a return visit in a few days.

Three days after the rape, Debbie’s husband fulfilled what he essentially considered a duty: he fucked his wife. It had become almost a regular routine for him. Once a week or so, when they went to bed at night, he would roll over and mount her, and without any foreplay, would begin rubbing his short thin cock between her legs until it was half-stiff, and then he would stick it in her. He would last for a brief time, giving her a dozen strokes before he ejaculated. Not a word would be spoken. After he had finished jacking his meager watery supply of cum into her, he rolled over and was usually asleep within a few minutes, leaving Debbie awake and frustrated and unsatisfied….

Far from trying to suppress the memory or thought of the rape, Debbie found herself in the next days thinking more and more about it. It was true that the two rapists had handled her rather roughly, but they had not actually physically hurt her, or caused any real pain. They hadn’t beaten or roughed her up in any way. All they had wanted to do was fuck her, and they had sure done that. Debbie began dwelling on that quite a bit. When it came down to it, she realized that, yes, they had raped her, but what had that rape consisted of? Tying and binding her forcibly and fucking her. That was the truth. Of course it was rape; it was performed against her will—at least at first it was. but in the final analysis, it had turned into them fucking her—nothing more or less. And she had ended enjoying it. She had ended loving it. She had to be honest with herself. Debbie was a truthful person, and she found it repugnant to lie. She refused to lie to herself. And the truth was simple: With the two men, she had experienced her first orgasm; and she had for the first time been filled up completely; and she had experienced the most intense pleasure she had ever known.

A fleeting thought crossed her mind: What if they have impregnated me? What if they have made me pregnant? It’s possible. What would I do if that happened? Would I know it was they? If I got pregnant would I be sure one of them was the father? Not a hundred percent sure, but pretty sure. Since hubby has a very low sperm count, it would be most likely that one of them was the father. But what are the chances of that happening? They did it to me twice. They squirted sperm in me twice…so much sperm—especially the dark-haired one…he kept pumping it in me—so much of it—it was so thick—and he was so big—so long and thick and stiff—both of them were…mmm, they just kept pumping it in me. If I became pregnant there would be no way to know who was really the father except by running tests…mmm, they’re both so long and stiff and thick…so much bigger than hubby…oh, stop that—it’s wrong to think that…but even if it happens, and I’m already pregnant, hubby doesn’t have to know. He would think it’s his. He wouldn’t suspect at all. We both want children. We want a baby. Even if I got pregnant by them, if I didn’t tell him, it wouldn’t be as if I was lying to him…oh, they reached my core—they reached all the way—so deep, so deep in me—filling me up…

Almost involuntarily, without thinking about it, Debbie slid her hand inside her robe and squeezed a breast. “Ooh, yes, oh yes,” she breathed out. She slid her other hand inside her robe and began rubbing her breasts, squeezing and pinching the nipples. “Ah, yes, oh, that feels so good,” she gasped.

Her husband was gone and Debbie went to the bedroom, slid her robe off and lay on the bed. She began stroking her body, rubbing her breasts, mashing and squeezing them. She ran a hand down between her legs and began rubbing up and down.

“Ooh ah, it feels so good,” she moaned.

She rubbed and squeezed one of her tits, pinching the nipple hard; she slid her middle finger over her clit, rubbing it back and forth. “Oh ah, what I wouldn’t give for it,” she breathed out hotly.

She kept stroking and rubbing till a mini-climax rippled through her body.

Oh, if hubby was just bigger, she thought…longer and thicker…he’s really small—and he doesn’t last long—not even a minute…oh, I’m so hot, I can’t stand it….

In four years of marriage, Debbie had learned quite well how to suppress guilt about masturbation or erotic thoughts of any kind. She simply pushed them into the back of her mind and didn’t give them a second thought, or she dismissed them as insignificant “sins” that didn’t really count for much. Of course the rape had been an entirely different matter. But Debbie was beginning to learn how to suppress and deal with much bigger and more serious “transgressions.”

Debbie still considered herself a religious person, and she really did like her husband and was dedicated to him and to fulfilling the role that was expected of her as a preacher’s wife. She had no notion of being a hypocrite at all. To her way of thinking, she had committed no serious sin, and no hypocritical actions at all. It was true that she had been raped and had in the end enjoyed it, but that was not her fault; it was nothing that she should feel guilty about. It was not as if she had invited the rape, or enticed the men. She was not to blame. She couldn’t help the way her body had responded. It had been beyond her control. Therefore she felt no guilt. But never in a thousand years could she believe it would ever happen again. It was, in her opinion, a once-in-a-lifetime-thing. She couldn’t have been more wrong.

The two rapists waited till the following late Friday morning, and then they went into action. They drove in Bert’s car rather than the van and dispensed with dressing in their DUB “costumes”. They were familiar enough now with the surroundings. They drove the car to a street down from the church and parked and waited. They could see the parsonage beside the church. It wasn’t long till they noticed the preacher come out of the parsonage, get into his car, and leave. They then drove into the church parking lot and parked next to the church. The parsonage was located on the other side of the church. They got out of the car and walked around the rear of the church, and halted for a moment, checking out the situation. The parsonage was only a few yards away from the church. They could easily walk to the rear, and the parsonage was located some distance from the nearest house. There were some trees blocking the view. The trick would be to make it to the back door of the parsonage, and with the skeleton key and pins they possessed open the back door without Debbie becoming aware of it. If they could get inside without her knowing it, then the rest would be a piece of cake.

It would take at the most a minute to do it, but there was still a risk involved. But it was a risk they were prepared to make. If something went wrong, they would simply quickly retreat, rush to the car, and get the hell out of there.

In this instance, something happened that assured them of their undiscovered entry into the back door. From their position behind the church looking around the corner, they saw Debbie come out of a side door of the parsonage, and walk toward the front of the church. They waited till she was out of sight, and then walked hurriedly to the back door, and tried the skeleton key. It worked. In less than thirty seconds, they were in the house.

Debbie had walked to the church for a specific reason: to check the mail container beside the church door. It was usually filled, and this morning was no exception. She picked out the mail and headed back to the parsonage. She entered the house half-checking the mail as she headed for the kitchen. All the mail was addressed either to the church itself or to her husband, the Reverend Terence Bingham. She stacked the mail neatly in the container on the kitchen counter and headed for the bedroom. She was dressed as usual, in a housecoat and a long quilted house robe.

The rapists had hidden themselves well—in the bathroom with the door opened a crack so they could see where she would go when she entered the house. They noticed that she walked toward an opened door. From his vantage point, Bert saw that it was a bedroom; he saw part of a bed and dresser. This is going to be even easier than we figured, he thought. A thrill of perversity shot through him for an instant. We’re going to rape her in her husband’s bed, he realized.

They wasted no time. In silent unison they left the bathroom and headed for the bedroom, which Debbie had already entered. They were hard, throbbing and ready.

Debbie stood by the bed with her back to them when they struck.

Before she made a sound, they had her pushed down on the bed, covering her with their bodies, and holding her down. Bert turned her over and she got a look at them, and she gave out a half gasp, half cry. Rick covered her mouth with his hand, and Bert lay on top of her. She was virtually helpless

“Yeah, honey, it’s going to happen again.” Bert said. “And there’s not a damn thing you can do to stop it. So you might as well lay back and enjoy it. We’re going to rape you good—we’re going to fuck that sweet tight married pussy. We’re going to screw your whole body this time. Not just your pussy.”

Debbie knew there was nothing she could do to stop it. The two men were simply too big and powerful. Their bodies lay atop her, giving her no opportunity whatsoever to even put up any kind of struggle. Rick’s hand on her mouth prevented her making any sound except muffled groans.

As was their habit, the two men wasted no time.

Within a minute, they had her totally naked.

Rick was especially looking forward to licking and sucking her pussy. In his mind, he imagined it was Catherine Zeta-Jones below him. He had her legs thrown over his shoulders and was clutching her big soft ass. Bert made sure that Debbie was held down securely with no chance of breaking free.

Rick went to work on Debbie’s cunt, rubbing his entire face on her vulva. She moaned in spite of herself as he pressed his lips on her pussy and swirled and rubbed them up and down on her slit. He began licking and lapping her cunt, sucking on the lips and flicking his tongue on her clit. When he sucked on it with his lips, her body gave an involuntary lurch forward, and she groaned aloud as her pussy made full contact with his lips and tongue. He was literally sucking her cunt now, and she couldn’t help herself. Her body was betraying her. In spite of all she could do, in spite of all the resistance she could muster, she simply couldn’t resist the feeling that was jabbing and shooting through her body. Her pussy moved of its own accord, pressing against his sucking mouth. Jagged bolts of pure pleasure stabbed through her body.

He jammed the entire length of his tongue up her cunt and then pulled it back and jabbed it up again, Soon he was tongue-fucking her, zipping his tongue back and forth, up and down inside her.

Bert unbuckled his pants and pulled them down. His prick jerked out, full and up thrust and throbbing. It was meaty and rock-hard. He grasped her head and turned it toward his crotch.

“Suck it,” he commanded. “Suck my dick.”

Debbie was horrified; both at the sight of his cock close up to her face and at the words he had uttered. She whimpered and gave a little wag of her head. But Bert was not to be denied. He clutched her head and thrust his dick onto her face. He rubbed it up and down.

“Open your mouth” he demanded. “Get those pretty lips around my prick.”

When she failed to open her lips, he took his fingers and pried her mouth open and guided his cock to her lips. “Suck it now!” he ordered. He thrust his crotch forward, driving his dick between her lips. He clutched her head tightly and shoved his prick into her mouth.

She tried to keep her lips closed but he pushed too hard and his prick was literally forced into her mouth. He kept thrusting it in, sinking inches of it between her lips.

The feeling inside Debbie was a mixture of mortification, repulsion, fear, disgust, and repugnance. It must be kept in mind that as far as sexual experience went, Debbie was inexperienced to say the least. It goes without saying that as far as sex went, she had never used her mouth except to kiss above the chest. To kiss a cock, much less lick it or suck it was something that was beyond her comprehension. It had literally never entered her mind. It was also a sin to her; it was something that was more than morally wrong; it was perverted.

But it was happening now; it was reality, and there was nothing she could do to stop it.

“Suck my dick,” Bert repeated. “Suck every inch of it. It you bite it, I’ll break your arm.”

Debbie had no doubt he would do that, so she complied. She opened her mouth wide, and he slid more of his cock in. “Ah yeah, that’s it. baby,” Bert panted, sliding his dick in and out. “Now use your tongue and lips on it—lick and suck it.’

Debbie realized she had no choice in the matter. No matter how repulsive she felt it to be; no matter how sinful or perverted she considered it to be; she had no choice. All she could wish for was that he would perhaps cum soon.

He began thrusting his prick in and out—between her lips, down her mouth to her gullet.

At first, Debbie felt nothing but disgust, repugnance, and moral outrage.

But gradually a feeling began to come over Debbie, a feeling that eclipsed any disgust or outrage she felt. It was a feeling she had never experienced. and it had to do with the movement of his cock in and out—a regular thrusting down to her throat and back up to her lips; but it also had to do with the feel and taste of his dick. It was so long and meaty and stiff, and yet so warm and silky-smooth and throbbing. His prick seemed to fit her mouth and throat perfectly. Although she knew it couldn’t possibly be true, it seemed as if her throat and mouth were made for this—was made for a cock to fuck. Whenever he jammed his dick down her throat, it sent a delicious tickling thrill down her gullet to her tummy—a feeling that grew with every thrust.

Bert clutched her head and fucked the beautiful young married woman’s mouth—pumping his prick down to her throat. If someone had mentioned the term deep-throating to Debbie, she would have had no idea to what they were referring, but that was exactly what she was doing. The rapist was fucking her mouth—pumping his cock down to her throat. And she was responding, gulping down on his dick.

But Bert was too wrapped up in the sensation he was getting from fucking her throat to notice that she had her mouth opened as wide as he could and was using her lips, tongue and throat muscles to aid him in his raping of her mouth. And Rick was enjoying too much his own licking and sucking of her cunt to pay any attention to Debbie’s own reactions.

And yet, once again, Debbie’s body had betrayed her. Her mouth was willingly being fucked by his dick; her lips and tongue were eagerly licking and sucking his cock.

Yet even in the overwhelming sensations and feelings her body was receiving from Bert’s prick fucking her throat and Rick’s thick tongue jamming into her cunt and sucking her clit, Debbie had managed to maintain enough control to keep her body’s movements and her voice from revealing just how good it felt. Debbie’s will was strong, and a voice within her kept telling her that if she gave in and showed just how much she was enjoying being raped, then all was lost.

It would not be true to say that there was a conflict between Debbie’s moral sense and what was happening to her. Any sense of morality, any notion of right or wrong had ceased to matter. What was happening was a conflict between her will and her body.

Bert’s raping of her mouth was causing her to gag; she could hardly breathe. She tried to pull back, but he clutched her head and forced her to breathe as best she could. She found that by breathing in when he pulled back, she could let out a breath when he pushed back in. It was the only way she could breathe. Unknowingly, when she did this, she breathed and blew warmly on his cock when he thrust it back down her throat, which gave him intense pleasure. Although Debbie was inexperienced when it came to sucking dick, she was inadvertently giving him the best blowjob he had ever had.

Debbie was losing the battle between her body and her will. Rick’s tongue-fucking of her pussy and the sucking on her clit, combined with Bert’s fucking her mouth to her throat was causing her body to take over. Her will to resist was shrinking.

Just at that time, Bert gave a mighty heave and drove every inch of his prick down her throat—spewing a gob of cum. Debbie sucked and gulped it down, afraid that if she didn’t, it would choke her. He pumped gob after gob of cum down her throat, and she kept sucking it, not wanting any of it to be left in her mouth—almost finicky in her desire not to have any cum left in her mouth. She managed to suck and gulp and swallow all his semen. It felt so warm and thick and good pumping into her tummy. A fleeting feeling rushed through her mind: I want more of this; I want to do this again. It was just a fleeting thought, but it did rush through her mind.

After Bert finished pumping cum down her throat, he lost interest for the moment in any more sex, but he made sure he kept hold of her so she couldn’t break free.

He knew Rick was more than ready, so he was satisfied to simply hold on to Debbie and allow his partner to fuck her.

Rick pulled Debbie up and grasped her thighs and thrust his crotch between them. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her up close to him. His hard prick pushed between her legs.

Debbie made movements of resistance, squirming and twisting, but she was held too securely by both Bert and Rick.

Rick thrust up hard and his cock entered her cunt. “Unh yeah!” he cried aloud.

He thrust harder, driving his hard prick up her pussy. “Ah yeah, sweet tight hot fucking cunt. How do you like being raped by a hard dick. Unh yeah—Raping you! Raping you now!”

He fucked her deep, jamming his cock all the way to her core. She groaned and gasped in spite of the resistance she was trying to show. Again and again, he jammed his prick deep in her cunt.

Debbie’s body gave in completely. Her will was still there but it was helpless now.

“Oh, unh, ooh, oh!” she gasped and breathed out hotly as Rick raped her pussy deep.

Her cunt clasped down on his dick, squeezing and gripping it. His cock filled her pussy up each time he pumped forward.

He began mouthing her tits, licking and sucking them, and she thrust her chest forward.

She gave a strangled cry of unrestrained passion.

He raped her fast and hard and deep, sucking and biting her tits and squeezing hard on her ass.

Her cunt sucked on his cock. Aloud she gasped and groaned and moaned, but inside she was crying silently out: “Oh, ah, so good! Ah yes, fill me up, Oh ah, it feels so good! I want it—ooh ah, keep it up—don’t stop!”

Rick felt the semen churning in his balls and he knew it wouldn’t be long till it gushed up. He began giving long full strokes of his prick deep in her pussy, trying with all his might to reach her core with each thrust. He gave out a loud cry and mashed his balls up against her ass and shoved the full length of his cock up her cunt. He spewed a hot glob of cum deep in her pussy.

“Unh!” she cried out, as an orgasm ripped up her pussy.

Rick squirted another gob of sperm, which reached the very core of her cunt. Her pussy muscles contracted and she sucked the cum in deep. Even as her rapist spurted sperm in her cunt and as she was overcome with the pleasure, she thought: Even if he gets me pregnant, hubby will think it’s his. Oh, I don’t want this to ever end—it feels too good to end. I want to do this over and over—every day—every night. It’s so wrong, it’s such a sin, it’s so perverted, but I love it! It feels too good to stop!

Rick squirted what seemed an endless amount of sperm deep in her cunt, and she sucked it all up.

He finally gave a final heave of his dick, and then pulled back, exhausted for the moment.

Then Bert took over. His cock was hard as a rock again; and he was going to fuck her, but this time he wanted a piece of her ass.

He grabbed Debbie from behind, wrapping his arms around her waist and moving up close to her rump. He moved his legs between hers and thrust his crotch forward. He pushed with the head of his dick, moving it around, going for her asshole.

At first Debbie thought he was going to fuck her pussy, and resigned herself to it. But then she felt his cockhead pressing between her butt cheeks, pushing forward, thrusting into her ass crack.

Debbie jerked forward, trying to escape the probing knob of his prick. He pulled her back, wrapping his arms tightly around her waist and thrusting his cock hard against her asshole.

“No!” Debbie cried. “No, not that, no!”

It must be said at this point that to Debbie sodomy was something that was not only repugnant; it was one of the ultimate perverted acts of sin that could be committed. She was truly horrified at the thought of such an act of perversion.

But to Bert there was nothing horrible about it, much less repugnant. He wanted some of the ass of the preacher’s wife; an ass he was sure was virgin. His feeling was totally opposed to Debbie’s.

He pushed hard, straining forward, thrusting the head of his dick into her asshole. “Ah yeah!” he exclaimed as his cockhead entered into her tight ass.

“No! No!” Debbie cried out again and struggled with all her might to escape. But there was no escape from his dick digging into her virgin ass.

Bert groaned at the pleasurable sensation of slowly jamming his prick up her tight minty channel. Her ass was so tight! It felt as if a vise had been applied around his cock.

“Umm yeah!” he cried out with unrestrained glee and lust as he violated her married virgin ass.

To Debbie it felt as if a thick red-hot shaft was being jabbed up her asshole. There was no pleasure in it—yet. There was only sharp burning pain.

He screwed her relentlessly, digging his hard dick up her ass without halting. He moved his hands up and began pulling and squeezing her breasts good and hard, pinching the nipples. “Ah yeah—up your ass, baby” he grunted, “up your sweet tight married ass.”

“Oh no, oh unh no, oh, no!” Debbie cried out, wincing and squirming in pain.

With a final hard thrust, Bert pushed the last inch of his prick forward. He was now balls-deep in her; his cock was in her ass to the hilt.

He halted for a few seconds, and then pulled slowly back. Then he drove his cock forward again, jamming every inch up her ass. He cried out in unrestrained pleasure as Debbie cried aloud in pain.

He began screwing her in earnest, sawing his dick back and forth, jamming every inch of it in her with each strong full thrust.

The pain had lessened for Debbie. The more he jammed his prick up and down, the less pain she felt. It was still there, but it was like a dull ache rather than a sharp pain. As he continued to screw her, the ache changed to a mixture of pain-pleasure. Yes, it was true. She was beginning to feel pleasure. Although it was mixed with an aching pain, it was there nonetheless. She began to feel it growing deep within her. Now, each time he jammed his cock up her ass to the hilt, she felt the sensation of pleasure increasing. She found herself anticipating his thick prick; she began to feel an empty ache when he pulled back, and a stinging pleasurable filling up of her ass when he jammed it all the way in.

She also found increasing pleasure-pain in his pulling and squeezing of her tits and pinching of her nipples. Her titties had swollen and were now hot and throbbing and aching. Her pussy was on fire; her ass was now hungry for his cock. She began squeezing her ass muscles on his prick. Whenever he jammed his dick up her ass she groaned and grunted with pleasure.

But even though she was caught up in the pleasure she was now receiving, there was still a shred of resistance left within her. She tried as best she could to restrain her hunching movements and her cries of pleasure and passion. She still felt that if she gave any obvious overt indication of enjoyment that all was lost. She felt that if the two rapists saw that she was loving being raped that somehow that would mean she was nothing more than a slut or whore.

The fact was that Bert was too wrapped up in the pleasure he was getting from raping her tight ass to really watch her or notice her reactions or movements, or even hear what sounds she was making. Even Rick was oblivious to Debbie’s movements or sounds. He was intent on watching Bert screw her ass good and deep.

Rick was now fully “recovered” from the fucking he had given Debbie. Watching Bert rape her ass had caused him to grow hard again. He was ready for more. But this time he wanted to rape her mouth; he wanted to jam his cock deep down to her throat.

He moved up in front of her, grasped her head, and began rubbing his dick on her face. He guided his stiff prick to her lips and pressed forward.

Without any thought on her part, Debbie opened her lips, and he slid his cock in her mouth. It was something she did almost automatically, without thinking about it. If she had given any thought to it, she would probably have resisted in some way, but all real thought about resistance had been dwarfed in Debbie. It hadn’t been totally erased, but it had been greatly diminished.

Rick clutched her head and drove his dick into her warm wet mouth. He let out an “Ahh” as he slid his prick in inch by inch.

The fact that Debbie had already sucked a cock, had already become acquainted with being mouth-fucked, aided in her feeling no real repugnance at Rick’s prick fucking her mouth. She was past feeling disgust at sucking a dick. She still felt that it was an act of perversion, but somewhere along the line her attitude and feeling about committing perverted acts had changed. She now began to feel a thrill of what can only be described as enjoyment of perversity. She began to feel real pleasure from his fucking of her mouth. The texture of his cock—the smoothness but stiffness of it, the taste of it, and the pumping of it down to her gullet sent bolts of pure pleasure shooting through her entire body. She began licking his dick with her tongue and sucking on it with her lips.

As with Bert’s screwing her ass, Rick was too wrapped up in the pleasure he was receiving from fucking her mouth down to her throat to take any note of what Debbie was doing.

Debbie was deep-throating him. Her mouth was opened wide and her lips and tongue sucked and licked on his cock as he pumped it down her throat.

With Rick filling her mouth with his prick, it was impossible for Debbie to make any audible sounds other than gasping and moaning, but within herself she was carrying on quite a perverse monologue. It went like this: “Oh ah, I love this—ah, it feels so good! Ooh ah, so deep in me—filling me up at both ends—umm ah, ooh yes, it’s so good. Oh, it’s so wrong, so sinful, so perverted, oh ah but I love it! I don’t want it to ever stop. Ah, it feels too good to stop!”

The two rapists continued their strong full fast raping of her mouth and ass, and Debbie loved it. “I want this every day,” she said to herself. “I want to be raped every day—just like this—just like I have been in the past week. Oh ah, it’s so perverted, but it feels so good! I want it every day!”

The two men raped her in synch—pumping their pricks in a rhythm that Debbie caught on to and joined. Both men thrust hard at the same time; Bert rapping the full length of his dick up her ass as Rick pumped his cock down her throat.

Almost simultaneously the two rapists jammed their dicks balls-deep and let Debbie have it. They squirted cum deep in her ass and down her gullet.

Debbie gulped and swallowed the cum Rick was pumping down her throat, as her ass muscles clamped down on Bert’s prick and sucked his cum deep up her ass. The two rapists spurted gob after gob of sperm in her body, and Debbie loved it. She wanted as much of it as she could get.

As with the first rape, the two men wasted no time or movement in an after-fuck. They quickly pulled their pants up, snapped and belted them, moved off the bed and quickly headed out the door.

Debbie had no intention of going anywhere or calling for help. She stretched out on the bed and just lay there, enjoying the glowing feeling that pervaded every part of her body.

It would be incorrect to state that Debbie no longer felt any sense of guilt, shame, sin or morality. But her will to resist and any sense of outrage had been overcome, and she felt something that can only be described as a delicious sense of perversity; a feeling that she had committed acts of sinful perversion, and had enjoyed them, had indeed loved them. She reveled in the feeling. She wanted to be raped again--and again—and again. She wanted to suck cock, and have her cunt licked, sucked and fucked, and her ass screwed. She wanted to commit adultery; she felt that she wanted to commit all manner of perverted acts. She felt that she had entered a new world, one filled with forbidden fruit that she intended to taste to the full.

That night Debbie’s husband performed his weekly duty. He fucked his wife. He mounted her, gave her a dozen strokes of his short thin cock, spurted his usual meager wad of cum in her, and then rolled off and proceeded to drift into sleep.

Debbie thought about how small he was, how he had such a meager amount of sperm, and how he lasted for only ten or twelve strokes. Then she thought about the two rapists, and she realized her husband couldn’t compare with them.

They’ll come back, she thought. They’ll return—probably in a few days. Yes, they’ll come back; and I’ll be ready for them.