By eastern_rose

It was just another sunny afternoon, I had worked all morning, it had been hot and sticky at work with the air-conditioning unit out of action and waiting a part from the manufacturers. I jumped into the shower as soon as I got home, not even bothering to start making the coffee which is my normal ‘first through the door’ job, the water felt so good and quickly washed away the stress and strain of the morning. I was still dripping wet when I started the coffee machine and set up a sun-bed on the rear patio, side table with coaster and light ‘Mills and boon’ type trashy novel.

The sun was beating down and I decided to worship it properly by sunbathing in the nude and allowing the sun to dry my body. I took a little sip of the coffee and decided it was much too hot to drink right away so settled back to read of love conquering all, of heroes and heroines. The heat of the sun and the cooling effect of a slight northerly breeze balanced each other out perfectly, it was like being in bed in front of a raging log fire. My eyelids were feeling extremely heavy and I was getting drowsy. A noise from the direction of the shed startled me and I grabbed my bathrobe to cover my nudity, two young men approached from the direction of the shed, "What have we here?” The taller man said to the shorter, “Frustrated housewife, if I’m not mistaken” the shorter man replied. I was frozen to the spot momentarily as a rabbit caught in the headlights of a car often is. My heart started pounding and breathing speeded up, the adrenaline was racing round my system, putting all my muscles on standby for ‘fight or flight’ to come.

I leapt to my feet bur was caught as tried to navigate past my sun bed, a hand clasped tightly across my mouth silenced my cries for help, more hands pulling at my bathrobe, ripping it from my grasp. I am happy to be nude in front of people as a rule but this was different, these weren’t happy naturists or even sad old peeping toms, these were animals intent on only one thing. The chord of my bathrobe was used to tie my wrists to the arms of the sun bed and repair tape from my own shed was used on my mouth and to hold my ankles fast to the sun beds legs. The two young men now had both hands free to do with me as that wished, the taller one wandered off into the house and the shorter one removed his trousers, he had quite an appendage, standing ramrod stiff in front of him. He knelt between my legs and holding his stiff cock in one hand he lowered his squat little body down on top of me, his cock was almost perfectly positioned at the entrance to my womb. He rubbed his cock-head up and down my slit, he was pressing it home quite hard but because of fear my opening was totally dry and unyielding. He lined himself up and threw his weight behind his attempts to break into my most sacred place. It took him a few solid pushes before he was starting the journey to my ruin, the pain was huge and I hated that I couldn’t make my cries for help heard. As soon as hid balls slapped against my labia he started to pump in and out of me like a mad man, the pain was easing as our joint lubrication started to take effect. Almost as quickly as his attack on me started it ended, he was spent. I don’t know if the problem was his or the fact that my dryness had increased the friction or just the fact that he was taking me without my consent but he had reached his climax in a few short seconds. He stood over me gloating as he pulled his trousers back on, in his mind he was a super-stud but in reality he had all the equipment but none of the skills needed to satisfy a woman.

I was alone, tied to my sun bed in the full glare of the sun, both men were now in my house, I was imagining them rifling through my cupboards and draws looking for all my family valuables. The tall one walked out of the house putting small items he had found into his jacket pockets, he took off his trousers followed by his jacket and shirt. He was nothing to look at not particularly muscular, just tall and thin, his cock was tiny compared to his shorter friend, he took up his position, kneeling on the sun bed between my aching and spread wide thighs. He lowered himself on top of me, his cock was pressing against my sperm filled sex, he didn’t however plunge himself into me as I was expecting him to do, he started to suck on my nipples, alternating between hard sucking and gentle nipping between his clenched teeth. He reached between our bodies with his free hand and started to apply pressure on to my mound, his fingers a fraction of an inch from form my abused vagina. He was applying pressure in a rhythmic way, his fingers closing on my vagina imperceptibly, while still keeping his alternating sucking and nibbling on my nipples. As his finger first brushed against my clitoris I found myself arching my back slightly, purely involuntarily, to meet his finger, this made his finger press hard against my clitoris on his next downward pressure. I couldn’t stop myself gasping into the repair tape as the pressure of his finger hit my sensitive spot, my body arched higher in time for his next downward press, this time his finger was fully over my clitoris. I kept my back arched so that his finger didn’t leave my pleasure spot.

Inside my bedroom, all the draws had been ripped out and emptied onto the bed, he came across some ‘private’ photographs that my husband had taken of me one night on holiday. These Polaroid’s were only ever intended for our own viewing, they weren’t crude or pornographic, just me in various states of dress and undress. Although in themselves they weren’t designed to excite anyone but my husband John, this criminal, already sexually sated on my body was getting turned on again. He rushed out into the garden to show his criminal partner his exciting find.

The pressure against my clitoris was intense, it was no longer part of alternating pressure on my mound but was directed only towards my clitoris. The short guy was back, I didn’t need to see what was on those pictures he was brandishing, I recognised the four inch by four inch size to be Polaroid format and I only had ten Polaroid pictures in the house, hidden away from prying eyes. There was an argument going on between the two criminals, the short guy wanted the tall one to finish so that he could have another go at me. The man between my thighs used his hand between my legs to push me along the sun bed, against the force of the restraints holding me down, I only moved a few inches, I could only move a few inches. The pressure of my bonds was cutting circulation to my hands and feet, causing ‘pins and needles’ to develop, but those few inches meant that my head was no longer supported by the back of the sun bed. “There, use that” the tall man said to his friend, my head was hanging over the end of the sun bed, I didn’t realise exactly what the shorter man was expected to use, I could see nothing for him to use. Then I realised what he was being told to use when he stood over my head, trousers still on but his zipper open, his huge fat cock pointing straight out of his pants. He pressed his cock against my lips, I was unwilling to let him use me in that way but was unable to stop him, I considered using my teeth as a weapon but he warned me not to in no uncertain terms not to try that.

My ankles and wrists were getting increasingly sore and tender when the tall guy introduced his cock into my pussy and at the same moment the short guys cock buried itself into my mouth. This was my first experience at sucking a guys cock, John had asked me to do it to him on many occasions but I had steadfastly refused. I was deeply regretting this now, as I was sure that John would have been a lot gentler and I would have been better letting him enjoy me in this way than my tormentor now. Because of the angle I was at with my head hanging over the edge of the sun bed as it was the short guy had little obstruction when he forced his cock into my mouth, he seemed to be ten or eleven inches long although it was actually much shorter. I felt his cock-head hit the back of my throat and gagged as it struck there, I thought that was as far as he would want to go but he wanted more. I had never realized that men could get their kicks in this way but he was getting so excited by the prospect of what he was doing that he drew back a little, this allowed me to gasp in a breath and to relax a little, then he lunged forward once more, hitting the back of my throat a little harder this time. My body was trying to reject his cock, I was involuntarily coughing in an effort to dislodge this foreign body in my mouth, the pain in my throat was being balanced by the pleasure now welling inside my lower body. Tall man wasn’t half the man his shorter friend was but he knew exactly how to best use his equipment, he was a maestro of the art of fucking. I was reaching a massive climax from the ministrations in my pussy and at the crucial moment, as I passed the climactic point of no return my esophagus was breached. I felt the massive cock-head bury it’s self into my throat; I was panting from my climax but unable to draw in air because the way was blocked by my tormentors huge cock. The effect of my trying to pant against his cock and the autonomic reaction of my throat muscles trying to expel his cock head must have been too much for my mouth fucker, he lost control and fired his sperm deep into my stomach. I was starting to black out from the huge climax I was having and the loss of Oxygen to my brain when my air-way was suddenly clear, I gasped in deep breaths, there was a deep feeling of relief at the freedom to breath once more, then another feeling, large quantities of alkaline sperm mixing with my acidic digestive juices caused violent contractions in my stomach muscles, and this along with my climax made tall man shoot his load deep into my womb. I watched as my two attackers dressed, they were discussing the virtues of throat fucking over pussy fucking as they walked back along the path toward my old garden shed, and out of my view. I was all alone, tied to my sun bed and violated in the worst possible way, left laying in the intense sun, I thought that I should have put sun lotion on before sitting out in the sun but never do, I would pay for that bravado now though, I could feel my skin tighten as the merciless sun beat down on me. As the pain in my tender skin along with the pain in my throat vied with each other to torment me I passed into unconsciousness.

My arm was being grasped and I was being shaken, had I been rescued at last, my vision was blurred, my body racked with pain, then my rescuer came into focus, it was my daughter Clare, “Mum, I wish you would lock the gate if you’re going to sunbath nude, you’ve shocked Paul to death, he has run home to tell his mother” I asked Clare if she had called the police, “Why, it’s not like you have never sunbathed nude before” was her reply “What about the fact that I am tied up to the sun bed?” I said “Tied? Mum you should chose something a little less disturbing to read if you’re planning to sleep in the sun in the afternoon!” I looked around, my wrists weren’t tied to the bed, my ankles not strapped with repair tape, the coffee was cold and untouched, I reached between my legs, felt around my un-bruised vagina, it was moist but not filled with two men’s sperm. It was just an afternoon dream induced by hot sun and trashy novellas. Clare picked up a piece of card that was lying on the path leading to the shed, it was four inches by four inches square “Mum do you have to have pictures like this of you around for all to see?” Clare was turning the picture round so that I could see it; it was one of a set of ten pictures that her father had taken of me when we were a little younger and I still did mad things like pose in my u

This story was written by eastern_rose@yahoo.com, if you have any comments good or bad please feel free to e-mail me at the above address or eastern_rose2@hotmail.com