2002-07-18 - 9:52 a.m.
This story was not written by me. It was written *for* me, and sent in by a reader. I love it!
SANDRA'S SURPRISEby Mr. Thick & Tasty
Sandra was looking forward to a nice hot bath at home. During her car ride back to the house, she thought about it longingly. Her husband would probably want to fuck, but she was not really in the mood for his kind of sex. "Maybe if he would show a little more romance and try to make things more special," she thought to herself, "then I'd be more willing." Until such a time as her dumbfuck hubby got a clue, however, Sandra knew her greatest pleasure would probably come from her own hands.
It's not that she was a masturbation freak. Her self-gratification was mostly confined to a little showertime diddling, nothing serious. Just to take the edge off, relax her a little at the end of the day. Certainly that didn't involve sex toys, dildos, or anything like that. Sandra was too conservative for such things. "My husband has rubbed off on me over time," she sighed. There'd been a time, long ago, when she'd felt more adventurous, more free. But those times were a distant memory. Now she was stuck in a deadend marriage with her bump-on-a-log, more-boring-than-paint-on-a-wall hubby, living waythefuck out in suburbia in an exclusive gated community. "At least the damn house won't be robbed," she figured, trying to make the most of it. Doug made good money as an oral surgeon, but didn't let her spend any of it. He was such tightwad that the most luxurious item she had in the house was probably a Prada handbag which was stuffed away in a closet anyhow, never seeing light of day. They didn't even go to parties anymore, and maybe that was just as well, since the only soirees to which they were ever invited were populated with other dull dentist's wives, orthodontists, and rich snobby socialites with too much time and money on their hands.
One time Sandra had gone and spent $150 on sexy lingerie in an attempt to seduce her husband into something a little more adventurous. And in fact, it sort of worked. Their sex that night had been fantastic, beyond anything they'd shared in the previous couple years. But when Doug saw the bill, he threw her garters and crotchless panties away. He made her promise not to make any more impulse buys for the next six months, and came close to cutting up her Macy's card entirely.
And lately things had been getting worse. In a vain attempt to get Doug to talk about his fantasies, Sandra had started reading him some dirty stories from the internet. Doug had been so unaroused by the doctor-nurse story that he'd nearly fallen asleep. She'd been sure that would work, given he was a doctor and all. And one with the mff threesome scenario wasn't much better. Sure, it had gotten his dick hard enough to fuck her, but he hadn't even bothered to make *her* cum. She'd been left withering on the vine while Doug went off to shower saying nothing more than, "Thanks, babe, that was something." Wasn't two women at the same time supposed to be every man's fantasy? Why couldn't she figure out SOMETHING that would drive Doug wild? SOMETHING. ANYTHING. God, couldn't he see she was wasting away with desire?
But no, Doug was a selfish bastard, and Sandra's needs just continued to go unmet. There wasn't much that she seemed able to do about it, except relieving herself at bathtime with a little clitplay. Usually that's how she'd start off, with a few flicks over her sweet button, to fill it with blood and get the juices going. She loved to look at herself down there as she was getting aroused. Although without a mirror it was tough, she could always make out the clit as it started to enlarge and stick out. She loved that. If she could get to this point, with her vulva moistened and her clit ready, she'd always have to finish herself off. And usually it'd take more than just a clit flick for that. Most of the time she'd need two fingers inside to really cum. Sometimes three. At first she'd insert her middle finger while spreading her lips wide. Ahhhhh... that really did the trick. By now she'd be wet enough that it would go in easily. Her other hand would be on her tits, massaging her nipples to rockhardness. She had small 34B breasts, but the nipples were so sensitive, once her motor was running she could nearly cum just from rubbing those alone. For the really big O, the kind that really calmed down her nerves toward the end of a day, she'd need the index finger inserted as well. Just like thaaaaattt, yes.
BEEP BEEP BEEEEEEEEEP!!!!
Sandra nearly ran another car off the road daydreaming about her upcoming bubble bath as she drove home from work. It was clear that today she'd been locking the door and taking a good hour to unwind before having to face Doug, who'd probably be home by the time she got out. He'd be demanding dinner, and then a quickie, probably in the missionary position - AGAIN. After all of ten minutes of poking and no stroking, Sandra knew that at 9:30pm she'd be sitting next to a snoring Doug. At least she'd have gotten an orgasm the way she liked it by then, and wouldn't have to feel like the whole evening had been a waste. How little Doug knew about her deepest desires. The idiot.
It was too bad Doug couldn't at least learn to caress her pussy with a bit more talent. He *knew* what she liked, and was unwilling to satisfy her. She wanted to be fucked hard, animalike, with plenty of dirty talk and in lots of positions. She wanted him to go down on her more than once in an eternity, and she wanted more than anything to have him work her into a frenzy with his hands. Those surgeon's hands. He could work miracles with those hands if he'd just use them on *her*. For now she'd have to settle for two or three of her own digits instead of even one of Doug's, since he was about as likely to fingerfuck her as he was to let her buy a new BMW. If he'd even just eat her creampie once in a while, it would be kinky enough for Sandra to know he at least *cared*.
Sandra wasn't a whiner though, and didn't try to play the guilt trip. Instead, she was used to taking matters into her own hands, literally. And although it depressed her, she just assumed that the rest of the women on her block probably had even LESS interesting sex lives. It hurt her stomach just to think about it- all the women and men everywhere, so many of them sexually bored with their spouses, unsated, and unhappy.
Once she'd gotten home, Sandra started her bath water running almost immediately. While it was getting hot and the bubbles were starting to churn, she undressed and took a good look at herself in the mirror. Still pert, still good looking, but not exactly a model. And although certainly not a teenager, she was young enough to turn a few heads in the grocery store now and then. Especially in the summer when she would wear her low cut blouses without a bra. It was getting to be warmer weather again, and soon she'd be able to show off a little more flesh.
Sandra wondered whether she had it in her to actually pick up a stranger and fuck him. Given that Doug was so pitiful, would he even notice if she slipped off to the beach one summer day and just picked up a guy for a quick roll in the hay? Doug would be oblivious. And yet, it wasn't this fantasy that really turned her on nearly as much as some of her other more wild ones.
She's actually done more than just *wonder* about cheating. Sandra had been doing a little late night online sex chatting here and there. Actually this was mostly a thing of the past. A couple of the chatters had actually wanted to come to her town to meet her. And the thought of actually going through with something like that was beyond Sandra's reality. Scared that she'd be tempted to go through with it, she'd broken off her chat exploits and had gone cold turkey for more than two months. It was probably the withdrawal of this stimulation that had her even more pent up lately than usual. If only Doug could provide the extra release she craved, all would be right. But until then . . .
Sandra slipped into the bath and felt the warm water envelop her. She especially liked the way the water felt on her pussy as she settled in. So hot, so lovely. It was a matter of time before she would feel that tingle that would start everything off. Next came the attention to the clit, and then today she would go for three fingers inside (a rarity) because she knew she needed the stimulation that badly. And finally she'd have that postorgasmic twitch, the cool feeling of her muscles relaxing all over, and that little fuzzy high in her brain. Maybe if she tried hard, she could even get a second run in with this bath. Sometimes it was hard-- she didn't want to end up like a prune from the hot water, but on days like this, extreme measures were warranted, and a second O would be her goal, especially if she didn't hear Doug coming in the door at some point in the middle of it all.
Sandra looked down at her pussy and smiled. It was almost playtime, but first she had a little trimming to do, especially with the warm weather coming. Every few weeks, she would trim back her pubic hair pretty short. Not quite a complete shave in the past, but a very close crop. She soaped up the region and had a good time stroking her lips. They were very full and puffy by now, and a little moist on their own accord. The feeling of her hand running over the length of her slit was divine. With enough soap and shaving cream, Sandra started pruning away the hairs little by little and felt the electric thrill of the blade every time it touched her skin.
"Why not go all the way today?" she thought. Yeah, that's what she would do. Shave it all, just this once. Would Doug even notice? Well if he did, maybe he'd at least comment on it. Knowing him, he would probably say he didn't like it. But Sandra liked the added sensitivity of having a trim pussy so much that she figured a full shaved pubic region would just be that much more fun.
After a few extra swipes of the razor, Sandra grabbed a hand mirror from nearby the tub and took a look at her handiwork. "Wow!" she exclaimed. "That's pretty cool." It was very smooth and pink down there now, and as sensitive as her nipples. It was as if every little touch to her vulva was setting her on fire. Even the friction of the washcloth was enough that she was almost ready to cum. And she hadn't even really gotten started masturbating in earnest yet!
Careful not to exhaust herself too early, Sandra wanted to draw this out more and let those good sexual feelings in her crotch subside a little while she progressed washing the rest of her body. But when she came back to her chest to wash, and brushed her nipples again, the fire in her loins returned. It seemed like she'd have no trouble cuming a second time today. In had only been a matter of only a few minutes shaving and bathing so far, and Doug wouldn't be home for at least 30 minutes.
She noticed, though, that her butt still had a few hairs on it, right under her honeypot. "Hmm," she said, "I guess I should attend to those as well." She hadn't ever thought about it, but if she was going to go smooth, she now realized, she'd have to shave around her asshole too.
That was an area that didn't get a lot of attention in her marriage. Doug was not one for the backdoor. She'd tried a finger up Doug's own ass a couple times, to see if he'd enjoy it, and he'd practically snapped her head off. He was not amused. And when it came to her own ass, well, she'd fingered it a few times here and there, but hadn't really pushed too far to see what the fuss was all about. She was curious to know if it was really true that it made a gal feel twice as full, and to know whether she got off on it. But for some reason, the taboo of it had kept her from trying very hard. Now, with the razor swipes coming so close to that netheregion, she gingerly poked at the opening with her free hand in between strokes to see if she was leaving any hair behind. Mmmmm...
When the job was done, Sandra settled in for some prime time finger fucking and brought herself off quickly. She'd only gotten two fingers jammed into her cunt before cuming with a yelp and a lot of twitching. It was good that Doug wasn't home yet, because he might have heard her. Her pussy was so juicy that the fingers had gone in with great ease. Her natural lubrication and the lack of hair had left her slick as could be. She tried to remember the last time she'd been this wet. It was probably the last time she'd had sex in the shower with Doug. That had been *years*. She'd seduced him on their anniversary and he'd taken her from behind in the shower stall. It was a rarity that she got that kind of doggie style treatment, so she remembered it well. She'd poked her ass out at him and wiggled it so tenderly, and he'd taken her more forcefully than usual, cuming with a lot of grunting and even a few slaps of his hand on her ass.
Sandra felt the twinge of arousal hit her thinking about that time, and wondered if maybe it was time to test herself anally. With some hesitation, she spread her asscheeks as much as she could and probed ever lower beyond the folds of her pussy with her free hand. Coming in contact with the puckered, tightly clenched rim of her anus, she could only lightly peck around the edge as goosebumps went up her spine. "What am I doing?" she thought to herself. "Am I really going to go through with this?" she mumbled, this time out loud. She almost laughed at the fact she was talking to herself now, so aroused and yet so alone, and so unsure of herself.
After putting a little more new fresh hot water into the bath to warm it back up, she decided that now was the time if there ever was one. Grabbing her razor, with it's (luckily) perfectly rounded handle, she decided to give it a shot. Since she couldn't quite see herself with her fingers up her butt, this would have to do. po Taking the blade off the handle, she massaged the puckered edge of her asshole once more and tried to relax the region. "Here goes," she said.
Using her right hand on her unbelievably wet pussy and her left hand to guide the razor's handle she brought the cold plastic to her cherry asshole and tried to give it a light push. It moved only a bit, but the sensation gave her a thrill as she continued to diddle her cunt. "God, I think I'm turning into a little slut," she smiled.
Finding this was not getting her as far as she needed, Sandra wiped off the handle carefully with a washcloth and ran it under the hot water of the faucet. "I think I will have to lube this up," she mumbled, now turned on so much that she *had* to cum. She was going to figure out a way to get that handle up her ass if it killed her.
Licking the handle like a little mini-cock and fingering herself fast now, her right middle finger flicking left and right across her clit in a blur, she used her saliva to get the razor handle ready for a better entry attempt. "Wow, this is so much fun," she said, trying to put all images of Doug out of her mind, since he'd be home spoiling the mood in a few minutes. This was a realm beyond his abilities anyway. No place for a wuss like that.
And then it struck Sandra, an undeniable moment of sexual recognition and power like she hadn't experienced in more than a decade. She *knew* this sensation. Looking at the razor handle as it went in and out of her mouth, heating up and becoming warm, while also inserting a finger in her sopping cunt, she REMEMBERED her first sex.
Johnny Deitz. Tenth grade. His parents car. Making out parked off the edge of town in an abandoned lot. It had been their three month going steady date, and she knew Johnny had been planning to get laid. The little twit had been showing off a condom collection to all his little idiot friends for a week beforehand, and it was finally time she got fucked anyway, she figured, so why not Johnny. She'd lost her hymen to horseback riding a few years before anyhow, and she knew it wouldn't hurt too bad. But still, she'd hoped for something a little more romantic and a little less moronic. In the backseat, Johnny had slipped on the condom and fucked her in the missionary position for a while before popping his pathetic little load in the rubber. She hadn't cum from his cock, which was only 5 inches anyway, but she had been very much into it. And afterward, as they lay there with his shrinking weenie inside her, he'd done something that she'd found very odd at the time.
He'd put his thumb in her mouth and told her to "Suck it, bitch."
Now Sandra didn't really understand so much why he was such a bully, but she didn't say no. And she found herself getting tingly as she wiggled on his tiny shrinking cockpole, hoping to bring it back to life, while getting a little oral fix on his stupid thumb.
"That's it you slut, just imagine it's Billy's dick, you know you want him anyway," the teen boy had said.
What?
It hadn't occurred to Sandra at the time that Johnny was actually trying to arouse her with a fantasy of two men at once, but that was exactly what he was doing.
"C'mon, lick it like you've got to save your life, bitch!" he practically yelled, even though it was probably just a whisper in her ear at very close range.
Johnny removed his cock from the sheath and switched his position so that he could finger her better. He shoved two fingers in almost right away and Sandra recoiled with a gasp at the hardness of his touch. He was being a bit rough, but damn she liked it. Replacing his thumb with his wilted cockhead, Sandra began to suck Johnny back to life. In the meantime, Johnny was thrusting away with fingers and his tongue, and Sandra was writhing in near-ecstasy knowing she was *so* close. They pulled into a 69 with Sandra mounting her cunt right on the young boy's nose. She bucked wildly as he mouthed into her sweet young pussy, "Yes, wouldn't you like that, you little cunt? Wouldn't you just cream to have me and Billy at the same time?!"
And with that, Sandra came harder than she had ever come before. And sadly, it was also harder than she'd come ever since.
It was a forgotten fantasy, really. Billy and her did go out the next year, and they did fuck too, but Johnny fell by the wayside fairly quickly after he'd ended up in juvie for joyriding cars around the neighborhood. Billy, on the other hand, was not an accomplished lover. Despite being captain of the basketball team, and a very popular boy with lots of exploits to his name, he was a terribly boring lay. No originality at all. Amazing cock, probably as much as 9 inches or more, and yet he simply couldn't hold his ejaculations for more than 20 seconds. Poor thing was three thrusts and out. Yeesh. Even Doug was an improvement.
The Billy-Johnny threesome was never meant to be, and while she'd rubbed herself to many an orgasm all through college wondering what it would've been like, she'd never experienced anything like that.
Johnny sure had tried though. On later trips to the their favorite makeout spot, Sandra and Johnny had fucked many times in that old beat up car's backseat. Before he'd gotten sent off to juvie. Sandra wondered now, as a grown woman, how her life would have been different if she'd ended up with a dirty, low-account loser like Johnny Deitz. Would she be a Harley girl, riding around from guy to guy probably constantly battling herpes? Would she have five kids and be living in a trailer? Or would she have been the most content woman on earth, having truly lived a full life, fucking and sucking all comers and partying down every night with gangs of drunk Harley men just passing through town?
The last time with Johnny had probably been the best sex of her life.
That night he'd done something new. It wasn't just the old thumb routine, the worn mmf fantasy that had Sandra at the middle of attention between two sweaty young studs. This time he'd jammed a finger in her ass at the critical moment, and it was as if Sandra had, ever so briefly, seen the light.
Fucking doggie style on the filthy cushions of the backseat took a little balance, and though steadied with her face sticking out the rolled-down window of the car, the whole operation was a bit rickety. Screaming like a banshee as Johnny pulsed into her over and over, Sandra would only quiet down when the thumb when in the mouth and she could pretend there was another man there. The abandoned lot was *such* a much better place to have sex than at her parents' house. Sneaking around was too hard, and you had to be quiet. Not Sandra's forte in those days. Nowadays, of course, Sandra was a fairly mouselike sex partner, cooing once in a while, but rarely overheating from Doug's clumsy stabs during intercourse.
And so as she reached her third or fourth O of the afternoon with Johnny riding her hard, he'd slicked up his pinky with her juices and his saliva and wiggled it right into her little asshole just when she least expected it. The teen boy had figured she'd pull away and freak. Though Sandra was a good fuck, she was hardly an experienced slut. Just a slut-in-training. If the boy had had more time with her before getting brought up on those joyriding charges, maybe he'd really have been able to test her limits. But at the time, he was just upping the ante, hopeful that this next step would be met with pleasure. And met it was.
Sandra writhed in agony and moaned in approval. It hurt, yes, but it was as if Johnny had finally found the way to make her fantasy of two guys at the same time feel more real than she'd ever imagined. Sandra immediately latched on to the idea of the young man's pinky as a little cock in her bottom. She so wanted to feel another man right there, beating in time between Johnny's thrusts into her soft wet pussy with harder jabbing thrusts probing deeper and deeper by the minute into her virgin bowels.
And sadly that had been the extent of Sandra's anal experience for many many years. She'd longed to try something bigger, like a cock, but neither Billy nor Doug were willing to be her first rumpusfucker. Why did she continue to bother with such squares!? When dating Doug, it *had* been nice. He'd want to have sex every day, and Sandra would beg for it. They certainly didn't do anything revolutionary, but at least Doug had WANTED her, and often. But she should have realized long ago that this vanilla lifestyle wasn't going to cut it.
Finally it was time. Sandra now steadied the razor handle at the opening and twisted. And nudged. And continued to pleasure her pussy with her right hand. This time, the lubrication seemed to do the trick and she managed to get the thing in an inch or so. It was hard going but unbelievably exciting. A totally new sense of fullness, and she hadn't even rammed the thing home yet! With a few more nudges Sandra was able to begin a very gentle in and out. It probably wasn't moving more than an inch back and forth. Sandra slipped down in the bathwater so her head was at the water's edge and felt as if she could slip under she was so aroused. Unable to imagine a better feeling, she thrust two fingers up her twat, hard. Then more of the handle. Then the fingers. The alternation made her wild with passion. Just imagine if those were real cocks! The only thing missing was one in her mou..........
And then just before her second orgasm could really engulf her, she heard the front door.
Shit.
Doug.
The mood was broken, and Sandra started to clean herself up. "How can he manage to ruin even this?" she thought.
With the hairdryer blowing and the bath draining, Sandra didn't hear the lock on the bathroom door wiggling. If she had, she'd have been stopped in her tracks.
"Damn, she locked it."
A man stood in the hallway with a ski mask and a bag, trying to evaluate the situation. The bitch was in the only place with a lock in the whole house. He was just going to have to wait somewhere else to carry out his plan.
He looked down the stairs to his two friends, also dressed in masks. With his hands he signaled to them to come up.
The men huddled at the end of the hallway outside earshot of the still-oblivious Sandra.
"I think we'd better hide in the bedroom," one said.
"But what if she freaks and runs?" the ringleader said.
"I don't know, you tell us. You're the expert here. You said she'd never know what hit 'er," the last man said.
A decision was going to have to come quick, because the hairdryer sounds had stopped. Sandra would be coming out of the bathroom in a minute or two, in her robe, back to the bedroom to get into her casual houseclothes. Her usual thing would be to get started on dinner, and she figured Doug would probably like steak tonight. It was the usual steak night. Jeez, the man was so predictab...
Thud.
What was that sound?
The largest of the men in the hall had bumped the wall accidentally. Not much, but just awkwardly enough that the woman of the house might not think this was her husband. If she even expected her husband home by now at all.
"Honey?" she called through the door.
After no answer, she continued to babble even though she knew Doug was probably not close enough to hear, "Doug, did you happen to see my slippers? I thought I left them in here."
With no time to waste, the men slinked down the hall as quietly as they could. There was still a little residual noise of feet crunching carpet a little bit, but maybe the woman would figure this was the man of the house. Searching for slippers. Very convenient.
But which was the master bedroom? Two doors, and the ringleader seemed to have the right instinct as to where to go. The others followed quickly, and they found themselves in a bedroom alright. It seemed like this must be the place.
"Ssh," said one man. "Now what?"
"Well, I guess we could hide in the closet, if it's big enough," said the one carrying the bag.
"Is it a walk-in?" said the huge one.
Opening a door in the bedroom, the ringleader said, "Yes, look it's walk-in... plenty enough space it seems."
And they quietly took their places in the dark behind the door.
Too many things could still go wrong.
The ringleader had scoped this for a month. The bitch was always home before the hubby. And she ran the water in the bathroom long enough that she could only be taking a bath. He knew because he'd slinked around the outside house for a few days last week and had heard the water running at the predictable time. The stupid neighbors were never around. They'd never found it sort of weird to see a guy walking around with his ears pressed up against the walls listening for the movements of people inside.
Up until now, he was sure she hadn't heard the men moving around the house. Hubby wasn't due for 20-30 minutes though, so maybe she was suspicious. Even if she heard the men come in the door, she must have figured it was just the hubby. They'd have no problem with him, and the ringleader knew it.
Now all they needed was to make sure she didn't get spooked too soon and call the cops. In a few minutes, she'd be a docile and willing participant anyway. He just knew it.
"Ok," the man said to his wide-eyed friends standing in the closet. "When she comes in the bedroom door, we wait until she shuts it." They other men nodded.
"And I'll get my hand over my mouth first thing so she's quiet," said the big one with a grin.
"Yes," said the leader. "You're on rope duty," he motioned to the third man, tossing out some heavy looking bindings from his bag.
"We'll get her bound, gagged, and blindfolded first," the pointman said. "And then I'll hit her with my secret weapon."
CREAK.
The sound of the bathroom door opening was unmistakable. Soft pats of feet on carpet. It was impossible to tell if she'd come toward the bedroom or away.
Hopefully she wouldn't look out the window and see the car.
"Honey?" she called.
It seemed as though Doug wasn't here. She leaned over the balcony enough to see the living room and dining room were unlit and empty. The house was quiet and no TVs or appliances were on. Perhaps the sounds had been the UPS man leaving something on the stoop?
In any case, Sandra was now a little pissed. She'd managed a wonderful bubble bath up to the point where she'd gotten distracted. Whatever had interrupted her concentration had done a good job throwing her balance off and keeping her from a blissful second orgasm of the day. She'd not gotten full satisfaction out of her little anal escapade. Sandra knew greater delights awaited her, and would have to wait for another day to explore that avenue.
So toward to the bedroom she slunked. Doug would be here any minute, demanding steak. Must get dressed. Must cook. Must play the dutiful wife.
As Sandra closed the bedroom door she was aware of movement out of the corner of her right eye. It wasn't the cat -- definitely human. A big black shape moved swiftly behind her and with one arm on her abdomen and another on her face, she was quickly immobile. There were more shapes moving in her peripheral vision too.
Holy shit, there were people in the house!
Sandra tried to scream. And nothing but a big Hmmmammmamhmuuuhmmmm came out.
Her body was tensed completely, her muscles utterly focused on getting out of the grip of this beast of a man. The large man wrapped his tentacles around her more tightly, and though Sandra tried to kick him, he was probably a good 280 pounds, unlikely to budge much from a wee little scuff on the knee.
Flailing madly but hardly moving an inch, Sandra was tired of fighting within seconds, a fear moving over her like paralysis that made it hard for her to face the reality of the situation. Trying to calm herself, she wondered what these men wanted. If they were robbers, then she figured all would be ok soon. They'd be on their way and with luck, a call to the gateman would have neighborhood security guys shutting down traffic in and out of the community. As long as they didn't hurt her, all would be fine.
DonthurtmeDonthurtmeDonthurtmeDonthurtmeDonthurtmeDonthurtmeDonthurtme she just kept running through her head. Oh God, please just don't hurt me.
Doug. Doug was at least on his way. He should be here any moment. It would all work out. He'd *save* her, and she'd take back all the mean things she'd ever thought about him.
ItsallokdontpanicItsallokdontpanicItsallokdontpanic
The small one was doing something behind her, wrestling with her hands. She was too petrified to fight it, too mortified to engage the men. Screaming was no use. Her sounds were muffled and small like a suffocating baby. Meaningless cries. The air was barely getting to her brain around the big man's hand on her face, and she felt like she might pass out. The little guy managed to bind her hands in no time, and her feet. Her socks were off, she knew that. And a blindfold was no being applied. "Oh god, they going to kill me," she thought.
With all her might she kicked and wriggled to no avail, trying to get some leverage on the huge guy behind her, to break free enough to loose his hand and scream. But it wasn't going to happen.
She was on her back, on the ground now. Her robe was loose, and she just knew they were getting a peek. Hopefully they weren't perverts. "Shit, what if that's why they're here," she thought.
A gag was applied. Slobber coated the ball as it went in, and for a moment, she had her lungs back, screaming "Noooooofafa!!!" before she'd finally been completely subdued. The men stood back now and watched as Sandra squirmed around the carpet, loosing more of her robe in the process and getting nowhere fast. It took her a good minute to pull herself up into a sitting position so that her arms were behind her back against the bottom of the boxspring of the mattressbed and her legs were up under her so that her pussy was a little more out of sight from the staring men. She twisted away, afraid to show her face right to them, and a little unsure of the men's positions, given the blindfold.
"Well, boys, that was good work," said the pointman. "She looks like she's just about ready, don't you think?"
Ready for WHAT?
When they began to pull her robe off completely, Sandra realized it was really going to happen. She was about to be raped.
The men chuckled as tears ran down her cheeks and the leader screamed out gruff orders to his buddies in his raspy, unusual voice, "C'mon, flip her over and we'll get this party started right. Bitch, you don't even know what you're in for, you hear me?"
Sandra could hardly move she was so scared. Muffled sounds continued to pour incoherently from her, with the gag now covered in drool and her sweaty body collected in a heap on the ground, her legs apart so that the men could see it all without any trouble.
"This little slut shaves it," the smaller man said.
"Yeah, it looks like you're right," the black man mumbled. "This here is a real treat. I bet she fucks pretty damn smooth too."
"Quit you're yapping you baboons and get that arm ready for me," the ringleader ordered.
Sandra wondered exactly what he meant, but didn't have much time to ponder it before the small guy had kicked her body over on its side harshly and smushed her face down into the carpet.
One man ripped the blindfold off her snapping her neck a little vigorously, her head plopping back down to the ground with a jolt as she smacked her jaw about against the gag involuntarily. "Unnhh!!" she cried out as the black man grabbed her wrists hard and twisted her arms back awkwardly.
"Yep, I think you'll find she'll be a lot more cooperative in a minute or two," said the leader, taking small pouch out of his bag. Sandra had a bad angle trying to look up at him in front of her and could hardly see what he was doing. The black man was now sitting right on her back, crushing her and pushing the breath out of her little body. It hurt badly.
"Waaaahhhahshhwhhhshsuoooooooohhhh!!!!!" she tried to escape, but her wails only deprived her of more oxygen and the huge black monster just bore more heavily into her as she resisted.
"Don't worry, this will take the fight out of her," said the pointman, as he produced a small thin object out of the pouch.
Sandra felt the small younger man removing the ropes from her wrists and wondered if there was any way she could break free, but the men had her completely pinned down in every way, her naked helpless body utterly in their control.
The leader leaned in close to her head and whispered in a voice that was less earthy and piggish than before, "This won't hurt a bit, darling, and soon you'll be begging us to use you like the little spermbag that you are." She could see him remove a protective sheath from what looked like a syringe, and she realized what was about to happen.
As the needle touched her skin she seized and tensed and the man said, "Now calm down, this is just liquid valium to relax your nerves, you little bitch." He tapped the side of the syringe to make sure there were no bubbles, and said "Good stuff, you'll see, you little cunt. You have no idea."
And finally the man plunged the contents of the concoction into her vein and the giant got up off of her. The young man was taking off her ankle restraints too, making sure she couldn't kick him in the process. The brutes even let go of her arms. Sandra was able to sit up a little, and when she did, she wondered if maybe she'd gotten up too fast, because she got an enormous headrush.
But it was the valium kicking it. "Unnnnnnhhhhhhhh," she moaned, uncontrollably. The rush just continued to build. It was like nothing she'd ever experienced. A dreamy cloudlike feeling almost separating her brain from her body and sending a radiance of warmth all over her body. The tips of her toes and fingers tingled and her pussy was getting wet as an orgasm-like quality of the drug high oozed over her. Sandra was in near heaven not even thinking about the men in the room as she drifted, her head bobbing side to side and her limbs relaxing to the point that she was a heap alongside the bed, hardly even composed. Her hair was all over her face and her legs were spread lewdly with her moist cunt easily seen by the men. "Mmmmmmmmmmm...," she droned, oblivious.
"Heh, always does the trick," said the pointman. "Ok guys, I think she's open for business.
The giant hoisted her up onto the bed and the young man began to retie her limbs to the corner points of the bedposts. The ropes were tight and chafed and she was positioned face down. The young man then came alongside of her and scooped up one of her breasts from the bed and squeezed hard. He roughly massaged her nipple to hardness and slapped her ass a few times until it was red. Her face had turned crimson too, and the black man was now grabbing at her things and his hands up toward her twat. Sandra could not have cared less, though. The valium made her very lightheaded and the ministrations of the rapists was merely a mild distraction to an otherwise very pleasant drifting sensation.
"That's it, men, she needs to take it rough and to be taught a lesson. This rich bitch is going to be begging for it once we are done, so make sure this piece of trash learns her place. She's going to have to fuck her way out of this, the little slut is." The leader continued his encouragements and circled the bed like a coach. He was even snapping off some pictures here and there.
Sandra was reeling as the young man forced his way under her body and began forcefully spreading her pussy lips wide, stretching them hurtfully and mashing his grubby fingers all over. The black man stuck a finger in her open twat and she gasped at the insertion.
"Hey, she's already wet, hoss," said the giant.
The young man now unloosened his pants and took out his cock, whacking Sandra in the face with it repeatedly until it was harder. He then dove into a 69 position and attacked her pussy with fingers and tongue. The ski mask felt funny on her skin and his tongue was hot on her clit. Sandra recoiled at the intimacy of the man's advance and yet was helpless to escape. "Hmmamsmsmsmsmsmekekk!!!!" she tried to scream pointlessly through her gag.
"I think she needs more encouragement, boss," said the big one.
"Yes, I think you are right," scowled the leader. And he picked up his little pouch and got out a little bottle, reloading the syringe a second time with some fluid, tapping the side of the plastic again for bubbles. "A couple more cc's ought to up the ante."
Sandra was unsure of herself. Here she was in a position where she was inevitably going to be fucked by three strange men. The haze of the valium fog clouded her brain but she realized that the injection would hurt less if she didn't fight it this time. The drugs were at least allowing her to forget about the pain and not worry about what ws coming next. And it wouldn't be hard to explain to Doug and the police that she'd gone along with it, since she'd been drugged after all.
The needle was hardly a prick and in a minute or so Sandra felt wonderful all over. An amazing flood of happiness and euphoria had her dripping a river on the black man's fingers now as he rubbed her vigorously and kept slapping her ass. "Oooooogogogohoho....." she cooed.
"Yes, I think we've finally won her," the leader said, smiling with accomplishment.
Sandra began to gently fuck the black man's fingers idly as she lay wallowing in the comfort of the valium high. His touch felt less foreign and less strange now and she could no longer resist the feelings building up inside her. It was as if the fire was finally out of control.
The young man tongued her clit with ferocity now and the leader moved forward to remove her gag, saying, "Ok, I'm going to let you enjoy this now, but you have to promise to play nice or I will have put you in your place. You hear me, slut?" His voice sort of echoed in and out of her head like an ocean.
Sandra moaned throatily as the gag came off and she felt an orgasm nearing. "Y-yyyyeeeeeeessssssssss," she hissed. Her own voice sounded almost foreign to her, like it was someone else speaking, or a movie.
It was the first real sign of communication she'd had acknowledging the captors since the beginning of the ordeal, and it was a sure sign to the ringleader that they had her right where they wanted her. The real fun was about to begin.
"Slow down boys, we want to tease her a little first."
And unmercifully the men stopped their foreplay and disengaged a bit.
"That's right you cumbag, you only cum when I say you can cum," he growled. "But don't worry. Bow is the time to do the only thing you're good for. We're going to fuck the shit out of you and you are going to like it!"
All three of the men got naked now and Sandra could see all their cocks. The Young man was much bigger than she'd imagined. The giant had a generous 7 incher that was thick and uncircumcised. The leader was fairly average, and had pulsing veins on his.
"Do you *want* it, bitch, huh, do you want to cum?" the leader taunted her. "C'mon you have to beg for it, slut, if you want it you gotta tell us so!"
Sandra moaned deeply and tried to muster a response: "F-fuck me." She hesitated and added a meek little girlish "Please."
The young man slapped her hard in the face. "That's not good enough you dirty whore! Say it like you mean it!!"
Sandra realized the men were serious as the giant wrestled her arms into an awkward position behind her and squeezed her neck, pushing it down into the bed.
"Aaaaaaaaaahhhhh!!!!" she cried in agony. "Ok! Ok!"
The men released her and looked at her with anticipation. The valium had released her inhibitions some and she knew what had to be done. "Cum in all my holes and fuck me with your cocks."
The men grinned and gave each other high fives. Their sense of victory relaxed Sandra and they came back to her side and began to rub her roughly once again, pushing and prodding and slapping. All the while the leader was running around in a circle chanting his encouragements and Sandra echoed his calls:
"You know you like it!"
POW another slap on the ass from the black man.
"Yes, I'm a slut bitch and I need to be taught a lesson."
SLURP, the young man sticking his face as far in her cunt as he could.
"Beg for it you filthy whore!"
The black man was grinding his hands into her ass, kneading it, making it more read and manhandling her breasts and nipples until they seemed like they might bleed.
"Unhnhn!! Yes, I need it. I need it Ineedit Ineeeeedit.... Fuck me, god, make me cum and fill me with your sperm."
"Take it, bitch!!" said the black man shoving three fingers inside her now.
"You like your pussy eaten don't you, you little whore?" the little one said. And he stuck his cock rudely right in her mouth as hard as she could.
"Wahahshf," were the only sound Sandra could make it this point.
My God, his thing was huge.
"Suck it bitch!"
"Take it all, you whore!"
"Yesmemsmsmmemememsasdhfshdfsawwwww."
The man might only have been 5'8", but his cock was a good 9 inches and as big around as Sandra's fist. It wouldn't fit entirely in her mouth, and she disengaged to have a look at the thing again. Geez it was a monster! The leader was untying her arms now and she was able to relax herself a moment. Then she propped herself up on her elbows and took the cock in her hands and pumped it a few times. The balls alone would have filled her mouth entirely. She licked the cock delicately and said, "Please, someone fuck my cunt!"
Then the young man spun around and prepared to mount her as the black man held her pussy wide open.
The power of the situation was taking hold of her. And the valium had her floating nicely and there was an orgasm building in her once again. She prayed this time the men would not torture her and withhold that small luxury from her.
"Wahhhahwahhahhhhaaaaaaahhhh!!!" The huge cock slammed home all in one thrust and stretched Sandra to the limit painfully. He was pounding her cervix and the whole thing probably wasn't even all the way in. It was like a little stab of pain and pleasure altogether with each passing thrust. The black man slapped her hard again on her thigh and maneuvered behind her.
"Take it you little gangbang twat!" the leader said.
"I'm gonna go for it, hoss" the black man mumbled.
"Sure, use her up, man," returned the leader.
"Yes, use me... fuck me hard and use my holes!" Sandra exclaimed.
With that encouragement, the giant aimed his tool at Sandra's pulsating ass and begin to press gently on her puckered anus. It was as if Sandra had died and gone to heaven as she realized her fantasy was coming true.
This was going to be far better than Johnny Deitz's pathetic little finger could ever have provided, and more real than any cheap plastic razor handle. The real thing.
"Ggggg," the younger man grunted as he jammed his length into her with all his might.
"Ooohyeeeeeaaah," the black man said as he started to push just the very tip of his cock into her ass.
"Oww... Aaah. Ahhh. Mm. Ooh. Ooo. Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!!!"
Sandra came almost instantly from the overwhelming stimulation she was getting at the center of attention of these men. It was a far cry from the sterile sex she was used to having with Doug.
"Baaaaayyyy-beeeeee," she heard from behind her as the new cock slid slowly into place and began to rock in and out in time with the other cock already ramming her. The alternating filling and withdrawing was almost unbearable as the pressure on the poor woman's body just continued to build instead of subsiding. It was an orgasm that seemed never to end, and her mind sailed dreamily for what seemed like a much longer time than usual.
Sandra opened her eyes after calming down to a less torrid pace of fucking and luxuriated in the feeling of the two cocks treating her pelvic region to an almost orchestral do-si-do. The rhythm was captivating, and her brain was so fried that the repetitive motion alone just seemed to pulse little tiny waves of warmth around her body. Keeping in time with the men just seemed so natural and so right. The cock in her ass hurt a little on the downstrokes, but also felt so good that she couldn't stop. It was unlike any other kind of fucking she'd known.
"Is this whore doing a good job, gentlemen?" the leader asked? "I think she likes it a lot. I bet she gets off on it."
"Yes, I love it!!" Sandra cried. "Please cum all over me. Cum with me. Cum in me." She continued to mumbled slutty talk as the ringleader stoked himself to full hardness and brought his penis to her mouth and pushed hard.
"Ok men, let's give it to her for all she's worth, and see if she can handle it," he said.
And with that, the men started fucking her with a frenzy, less controlled than before. Bucking and jerking madly and with abandon. The man in her mouth tasted sweet and clean, and the young man under her slipped out of her cunt as she lost concentration.
"Unnhhh," she moaned disappointedly as the man scrambled like mad to remedy the situation and reinsert the cock into its rightful location.
"Yeaaaahhh," he groaned leeringly as he felt the velvet sheath envelop him again, her wetness taking him with ease, and the thump of the black man's cock continuing through her body from the other side, adding even more tightness to her cunt. He wouldn't last long, he knew.
"Mmmm," the pointman said. "She's got a good tongue, too." Sandra flicked the man's cockhead with passion anticipating the release from all three men. The black man was grunting repeatedly now, seemingly close to shooting off. The young man was nearly out of control in her pussy, and couldn't possibly stand it much longer before cumming. And the masked leader in front of her was starting to fuck her mouth now, meeting her strokes and banging the back of her throat with his dick.
All the attention and the lingering pleasant haze of the valium was pushing Sandra towards another inevitable orgasm, her third of the day.
"Oh, oh ... oh......" she just cooed. Bouncing on the cocks she wanted nothing more than these men to fill her with their cum.
"Whaaawhhhaaaoooohooooh...." she called, never letting up her intensity. "Please give me your come!" she creamed.
That did the trick. All three men could no longer hold back, and needed to release themselves. In series, they showered Sandra with come, savoring their collective release.
"Uhuhuhuhuhuhuhunnnnhhhhggggghhhhh!!!" The black man pulled out of her ass and shot a generous load on her ass and back.
"Shit Ooooooohh shit!!" the man under her said as he spooged a monster load right into her waiting cunt. It began to almost immediately leak out as he pulled out. She ws drenched down there from a combination of his cum and her own juices.
The satisfaction of the spermy wetness all over her was enough for Sandra, as her own orgasm took over. The waves of intoxicating feeling gripped her and she wailed, "Thaaaaaaaank yooooou!!!!"
Almost at the same time, the leader ripped off his mask and met Sandra with his gaze. As he popped his load right between her eyes, he said "I hoped you would like it, honey."
Standing before her with his cock in his hand Sandra saw her husband Doug. Sandra was speechless and just gaped in disbelief. Doug smeared his cum juice all over her face and gave her a big wet kiss.
"Darling, I would like to introduced you to Harold and Joe. I found your chat transcripts on the computer one night and I tracked these guys down. They're the ones you chatted with. They were very eager to meet you."
Sandra cried tears of pure joy, and after a quick shower... they did it all again.