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From: Black Demon <natas@aloha.net>
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Subject: {ASSM} Con's Revenge - V (m/f, i/r, n/c)
Date: Fri, 23 Feb 2001 19:10:03 -0500
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                   Con's Revenge - V (m/f, i/r, n/c)
                                   by
                              Black Demon

                _______________________________________
                          Standard Disclaimer!
          This is a fictional story intended for Adults only!
                 _______________________________________

    Nate Jackson couldn't keep his eyes off the beautiful woman sitting
across the desk from him.  Damned but she was so fucking beautiful.  He
couldn't believe the State had assigned this beauty from the Public
Defender's office to handle his case.  He was innocent of this crime
that he was charged with, a lousy breaking and entering that an amateur
should have been able to pull off.  He listened to the sweet voice of
Ms. Lara Mason as she went over the case with him one final time before
the time came to go to the courtroom to enter his plea.  He listened as
she went over the details of the crime and the list of convictions that
he had on his record for the crimes he had been busted for in the past.
But the argument she was making sounded like it would be best to plea
bargain or he'd be in the can for double the length of time if he went
to trial and was convicted.  He sure as hell hated to plea bargain and
do time for something he didn't do but from what this lovely attorney
was telling him, he wasn't going to win in trial.

    Sitting in the courtroom, Nate gazed at the long ivory legs of the
beautiful blonde attorney as she had her back to him while addressing
the judge.  He licked his lips, wondering what it'd be like to get
between her ivory white legs and just how sweet her honey nectar would
be.   Even the judge couldn't keep his eyes off the beautiful body of
Ms. Lara Mason, who stood at 5'5" and about 118 lbs.  With the judge
obviously so taken with Ms. Mason, Nate had second thoughts about
pleading guilty to a crime he didn't commit but decided that she knew
the best on he law and going to trial.

    Two hours later, having returned from the courtroom, Nate listened
as the beautiful blonde told him to put his things in order by the
sentencing date the next week.  At the request of Ms. Mason, the judge
had granted him one week to get things in order before being sentenced.
Then he watched Ms. Mason reach for the intercom to have her secretary
ask Mr. Wade to come into her office.  A moment later, he was introduced
to Mr. Wade, an associate of Ms. Mason's who would be accompanying him
to the sentencing as Ms. Mason would be out of town that day.

    Nate followed Mr. Wade to his office, where he needed to finalize
some details for the sentencing date.  A half-hour later, Nate exited
the doors of the public defender's office.  He was pissed and his
stomach turned at the fact that he was going to the 'joint' for a crime
he had not committed.  He then went around the corner, near the
elevators and turned down the hallway to use the restroom.

    Exiting the restroom, Nate went over to the water fountain at the
corner of the hallway.  As he sipped some cold water from the fountain,
he heard the clicking of high heels coming around the corner and
stopping where the elevators were located.  Then he heard the laughter
of women and heard them chatting, hearing a woman comment "Well, are you
all set for the big day, Lara?  Heard you were taking off a couple of
days next week before the wedding!"  It was then that Nate realized that
the beautiful blonde was standing just around the corner from where he
was.

   "I'll work up until Wednesday, then use the next two days to do all
the incidentals.  Now that I just got that 'loser' to plead guilty, I
can concentrate on finishing up the wedding plans!" Lara commented, not
knowing that the 'loser' she had referred to had just overheard her
comment.  "I looked over his background and he had two rape charges
filed against him in the past two years but managed to get off on
technicalities.  You know how I detest murderers and rapists, especially
when they manage to get off on a lousy technicality.  I think I
uncovered a technicality that would have got the creep off the burglary
charge but why let him go free to attack some innocent young girl in the
next year!"

    A moment later, the elevator opened and the women were gone, leaving
Nate seething mad with hatred for the woman who had sold him down the
river.  A cold shiver coursed down his body as he realized that he had
taken the damned bitch's advice early that day and had already pled
guilty as she had recommended.  Instead of getting him off on the
technicality, the bitch was putting him in the 'can' because she didn't
like the fact he had gotten away with the two rape charges earlier.
'Well, that fuck'n bitch is gonna pay!' he muttered to himself.

    Quickly finding the stairway, Nate ran down the stairs, down the
eight flights to the lobby.  From a discreet distance, he followed
lovely Lara Mason and her friend as they walked across to the street to
the parking structure.  Once the women got into the elevator, Nate
quickly went to the elevator and watched the overhead indicator showing
that the elevator had stopped at the third level.  Then he went to the
exit and hid between two cars, waiting for the beautiful bitch to pass
him by.

    Moments later, he watched as his beautiful attorney slowed up to put
her card key into exit.  Nate then managed to take down the license
plate number of the white BMW as it exited the parking structure.  Now
he had to plan how he was going to get to the beautiful little bitch,
determined to even score before he got sentenced.

    That night, Lara Mason went out to an elegant dinner with her
fianc , Neil Wilson.  This was their last weekend being single and next
week they would become man and wife.  They had dated from college and
while Lara attended law school, Neil had gotten his advance degree in
architecture.  Now that both of them had been working and saving money,
they had recently purchased a nice home in an upper middle class area.
Lara had moved in to begin furnishing the home but because of her
conservative and religious upbringing for it would have upset Lara's
parents if they had moved in together before being married.

    After the nice dinner, Lara and Neil were engaged in a passionate
embrace at the home they would soon be sharing together.  After the
first year of dating, Lara had surrendered her virginity to Neil
although she had always been intent of preserving her virtue until
marriage.  She had always enjoyed Neil's embrace and his petting but she
had been expecting so much more in love-making.  Perhaps it was what her
girl friends had talked about or articles that she had read of
'mind-shattering' climaxes that a woman could look forward to.  But to
her, the petting and touching she received from Neil's touches were just
as adequate.

    Feeling Neil's stiff manhood, Lara knew he would need to be relieved
of his tension one way or another.  Sure enough, Neil was trying to get
his hands under her dress in an attempt to strip her of her panties and
then to make love to her.  Squirming away, Lara unzipped Neil, telling
him "No, Neil, you promised!  I want our wedding night to be extra
special!"  Over the past two months, Lara had always put her fiance off
with that very excuse but she did see to it that he got relief.  She
would do the same tonight by bringing him off with her hand.

    At that moment, miles away in a rundown tavern, Nate Jackson called
Cybil Leonard over to the corner booth he was sitting at.  Cybil was a
well-worn hooker whom he had known for many years and had often availed
himself to her services when he couldn't get his hands on a female,
willing or not.  After getting off on two rape charges due to
technicalities, he knew the cops would be on him immediately with any
reported rape.  He had loaned Cybil a couple hundred bucks the month
earlier when her kid broke his arm and she didn't have the money to
cover the hospital bill.

    Nate knew that Cybil didn't have the funds to repay him as yet.
Thus, he knew that the proposition that he laid out before the dirty
blonde prostitute would be quickly accepted in exchange for repaying her
debt.  With her help, he would obtain the satisfaction of enacting his
devious revenge plot against the beautiful Ms. Lara Mason.  Once Cybil
had agreed and Nate laid out the plans, he smiled to himself and mused
'Bitch, now I'm gonna get my pound of flesh for selling me down the
river!  You fuck'n bitch, actually I'm gonna give ya a pound of my flesh
.................right up your uppity little cunt!  Gonna make ya scream real
good!'

    On Monday afternoon, Lara quickly packed up after a tiring day,
anxious to head on home and work on some wedding preparations.  Her
thoughts preoccupied, she was unaware of the car following behind her,
occupied by her client and his slutty friend.  Unsuspectingly Lara led
the way to her home, showing her devious stalker where she would be
living with her soon to be husband.

    Finally, Wednesday arrived, her last day of work before the
wedding.  Lara had commented that she would be out late as she needed to
go to the shopping center for some last minute decorations.  She told
Neil to have fun as he was going out drinking with some old friends,
celebrating his last few days as a bachelor.

    With her mind on the wedding, Lara was totally unaware of the car
following her as she pulled into a stall at the mall.  As she got out of
her car and locked it, the occupants of the trailing car pulled into a
stall in the next row.  Then she set out to purchase the few items that
she needed.

    Once the beautiful prey disappeared into the mall, it was no problem
for Nate to unlock the car door with the special lever he had under his
jacket.  Opening the hood, he quickly disconnected a couple of wires
that would prevent the car from starting.  Closing the hood and locking
the car door, he chuckled, thinking that now 'It's was just a matter of
time before I get that fuck'n bitch!  I'm sure gonna enjoy ruining this
fucking bitch!  Gonna give her a wedding present she ain't never gonna
forget!'

    Forty-five minutes later, Lara happily walked back to her car after
having purchased the final items for her wedding reception.  Unlocking
her car door, she got in and turned the ignition.  The engine did not
turn over and thus she tried again but with the same result.  A shiver
coursed through her body, nervousness setting in as she desperately
tried to start her car again.  Lara pulled the latch to open her hood,
gritted her teeth at the realization that she really knew nothing about
cars other than to put gas in and drive it.  All her car repairs were
virtually done by the BMW mechanic where she had purchase her car.

    Getting out of her car, Lara managed to find the latch on her car
hood and lifted up the hood.  Her shoulders slumped in despair, being at
a total loss as to where to begin to look.  Then she heard a familiar
voice call out "Hi, Miss Mason!  Do you need some help?"  She looked up
in relief that help had arrived, even in the form of the rugged black
who she was currently representing in a case.  She felt a twinge of
guilt as she had gotten him to plead guilty where there was a chance of
getting him off and now he was kind enough to offer his help to her.

    Stepping in under the car hood, Nate pretended to tinker about the
engine in search for the problem but he was merely listening to the
conversation behind him.  As planned, he heard Cybil tell the phony
story of how they were going to get married this weekend before he went
to his sentencing and how she would wait for him to serve his time in
jail.  When Cybil asked if Lara was married, he smiled as he heard the
expected response "No, I'm not but its such a coincidence that I'm
getting married this weekend also."

    For fifteen minutes, while Nate tinkered about, the two women talked
about getting married with Cybil asking Lara for her advice on various
topics.  Cybil made it sound so appreciative of any advice Lara could
give her as the marriage was being done on the spur of the moment,
needing to be done before the sentencing.  Then finally Nate indicated
that he thought he found the problem, going over to the driver's seat
and turning the ignition.  The car started up without any hesitation
bringing a loud sigh of relief from Lara.

    "Oh, gosh, thank you so much!  I don't know how I can make this up
to you?" Lara exclaimed.  She was surprised to get the response that
came from Nate Jackson, who advised "Well, you could really help us out
by filling Cybil in as to marriage and what can be done for a quick
reception as this is all being rushed.  I'll buy us all a drink at a pub
a few blocks from here so you can settle Cybil's nerves.  Cybil will
ride with you so you won't have a problem finding it.  That'd really be
a big help to both of us!"  Put that way, there was no way that Lara
could decline and thus agreed to follow them over to the pub.

    Lara did not want to be observed in the social company of this
two-time loser and his trashy girlfriend but what could she do.  'Well,
it's the least I can do since he did fix my car.  I sure hope no one
sees me with the likes of this unkempt black and his slut.  Well, if
anyone does, I can later tell them that I was investigating a case with
this slut and had to question both she and her boyfriend!', Lara thought
out in advance.

    The 'few blocks' turned into a few miles and Lara fidgeted in
nervousness as she listened to the idle chatter of the slut next to
her.  Finally Nate's car turned into a dive of a place and Cybil
instructed her where to park.  This bar was located in an area of town
that she nor her friends dared frequent at night, in a sense giving her
some sense of relief that none of her friends would see her in this
dive.

    Nate put on a good show of being gracious and polite to the
beautiful little bitch who had sold him down the river.  As planned,
Cybil peppered the bitch with a lot of questions, trying to pry out as
much info as possible about the bitch's upcoming wedding, it was obvious
that the bitch really didn't want to be in a place like this and in
their company.  It infuriated Nate that the bitch seemed so aloof and
disinterested in him.  After all, it was her preoccupation with her
upcoming wedding that caused her to blow off his case and convince him
to accept a plea bargain.

    Nate quietly listened to the bitch talk about her upcoming wedding
as she sipped her drink and prattled on about her expensive lace wedding
gown, the wedding, her fianc  who was out partying with his buddies, and
their planned lavish honeymoon in the Grand Caymans.  He could picture
this beauty dressed in her pure white wedding gown, indicating her
virtuous purity.  He smiled at the thought of the beautiful bride
walking down the aisle to the groom who in turn would observe his
precious prize approaching him.  He laughed within himself wondering
just how the groom would really feel if he knew that his beautiful and
precious bride had been 'ruined' by a big black dick just before the
wedding.

    Lara bought them the first round, insisting that it was to repay him
for fixing her car.  As the drink was consumed over the conversation,
Nate insisted on buying the second round to show his appreciation for
her 'help' on working out his plea bargain and counseling Cybil on
wedding plans.  Lara had tried to decline the second drink but Nate
insisted and headed to the bar for another round.  Meanwhile, Cybil
distracted her with more questions.  Nate had planned ahead, dumping the
powdered sedatives into her drink before returning to their booth.

    "This will have to be my last drink for the evening.  I've got to
get going very shortly!" Lara advised, wanting to make her departure as
soon as possible.  With that, she took a large gulp of the drink,
wanting to finish it quickly and be gone from this pair of low-life
characters.  Fifteen minutes later, having finished her drink, she
adamantly told Nate she would not be having another when he signaled the
bartender.  But with Cybil still asking questions, she was unable to
make the quick getaway that she had hoped for.  Now feeling a bit tired,
she blinked her eyes rapidly to try to shake off the drowsiness.

    Cybil and Nate smiled at one another as it was now obvious that the
drug was beginning to take effect.  Lara indicated that she now had to
leave and began to stand but fell back into her chair as the room began
to spin about her.  "Oh, gosh!  I .......I feel so dizzy!" Lara exclaimed.
Then Cybil was next to her and she felt Cybil's arm around her shoulders
to assist her.  "You're in no condition to drive Lara!  I'll drive you
home and Nate can follow me to take me back!  Here, let me get your
keys!" Cybil advised as she took Lara's purse.

    At this point, Lara could not comprehend what was taking place nor
follow the conversation taking place, for she was on the verge of
passing out.  She heard Cybil fumbling in her purse to find her car
keys.  She heard Cybil give a laugh and comment "Honey, you won't be
needing this anymore!"  Then she heard a laugher come from her
companion.  What Lara did not realize was that the laughter came about
when Cybil had found the diaphragm in her purse and had tossed it over
to Nate.

    As Nate held his lovely attorney firmly by waist as he guided her
out the door, Cybil followed carrying Lara's purse with her and
commented to Nate "This fucking bitch is something else!  She's so
fucking innocent she makes me want to puke!  Bitch looked at me like I
was trash on the ground!  Fucking bitch, you ain't gonna be so fucking
high and mighty in a little bit!"

    Cybil enjoyed the feel of driving the new BMW as she followed Nate's
car.  She looked over at the dozing blonde woman who exuded class just
by looking at her.  She smiled at the goody-goody bitch and laughed
aloud "Fucking bitch!  Look at me like I'm white trash, huh!  In a few
minutes, we'll see who's white trash!  Fuck, bitch, I feel sorry for you
once Nate sticks it to you!  He's going to 'ruin' you good!  You just
better hope he doesn't knock you up with a little black bastard!"

    With Nate pulling up into the driveway, Cybil pressed the remote to
open the two car garage.  A moment later, both cars were hidden behind
the closed garage door.  Cybil then opened the door leading through the
kitchen, holding it open for Nate and the prize he held in his arms.  A
moment later, Cybil was pulling down the bedspread of what would soon be
the marital bed for the newlyweds.

    Nate held up the drugged blonde in a sitting position on the bed as
his cohort stripped her of he blazer and blouse.  He smiled as the bra
was loosened then removed to reveal the beautiful pink capped beauties.
He reached down to caress and handle the soft twin beauties as her
heels, skirt and panties were being removed by Cybil.  Then he lay the
beautiful bitch down so he could take in her beauty as she lay upon the
bed she would soon be sharing with her husband.

    As Cybil focused in on the video camera she had carried in with her,
Nate gave a smile for the camera, then moved to the foot of the bed.
Spreading the trim white legs apart, he licked his lips as he gazed upon
the golden jewel, the precious gem that was to belong only to some punk
white boy.  Only now it was Nate who would have the honor of  possessing
this prized gem before it officially became that white boy's personal
property.  'Yeah, gonna take good care of the white boy's precious
little prize!  Gonna polish his little gem for him!  Gonna spit shine it
for his wedding day!' Nate laughed to himself as he stuck his wet tongue
out into the soft golden mound.

    Burying his face between the soft ivory thighs, Nate flicked his
tongue to tease the sensitive cuntlips.  He took a deep breath, inhaling
the sweet fragrance of her innocence, wishing her fianc  could see his
bride-to-be now.  His thick lips clamped over the sweet cuntlips as his
thick tongue delved into the sweet love channel.  His flicking tongue
caused Lara to groan in her drugged stupor, her body reacting
automatically to the stimulation as her hips arched up into the pleasure
giving tongue.  He looked up and smiled into the camcorder, licking his
lips and commenting  "Ahhhhh ..........so fucking sweet ...........prime eating
stuff!  Oh, you beautiful little bitch!  Gonna `ruin' ya now,    bitch!
Gonna 'ruin' ya good!  God, I hope I knock ya up good!"

    Crawling up between the beautiful ivory legs, he placed each limb
over his shoulders then edged upward to bend the beauty in two.  His
cock was now in place between her golden jewel.  Pushing forward, he
parted Lara's tender love slit to admit his swollen cockhead into her
precious jewel. With both hands, he grasped her soft asscheeks firmly,
then thrust forward with all of his might and groaned "Ohhhhhh, baby
.............yeah .........ohhhh   .............so fucking tight!" He knew she would definite
feel torn when she awoke and wanted her to know that she had been
brutally raped.  He groaned in delight, reared back and thrust forward
again, penetrating her fully.

    "Yeah, Nate!  Give it to the fuck'n bitch!  Shag her good!" Cybil
yelled in encouragement, wanting Nate to give it to the snooty bitch
real good.  "That's the way!  Harder!  Harder!  Tear her open!" she
hollered.  She was enjoying the show as her encouragement had Nate
slamming into the bitch with all his might.  "Stretch her out good!
Ruin the fucking bitch!  C'mon, Nate, knock the bitch up with a little
black bastard!"

    "Ohhhh .....you sweet little bitch!  Yeah .......ohhhh, yeah ............fuck
.........ohhhh ............ohhhh, baby!" Nate groaned as he began to fuck in and out,
speeding up his thrusts.  "Ohhhhh ............yeah, baby ................ahhhhhhhhhhh,
baby ..........gonna knock ya up good!" he grunted, keeping his cock buried
deeply as his muscles quivered    uncontrollably. The thought of
knocking up this beautiful bitch brought him quickly to the point of
eruption.  "Ahhhhhh, baby .............here it cums ........ take my nigger cum,
bitch!" he groaned loudly as his cock burst and began to hose out his
hot juice.  Letting her legs drop back to the bed, he then collapsed
upon the beautiful ivory body, cock still embedded deep within her as it
continued to twitch out its hot jism.

    Slowly, as Cybil adjusted the lens for a close-up, Nate let his
thick black cock slide out of the raped slit.  Going to the foot of the
bed, Cybil captured the drugged beauty with Nate's thick cum drooling
from her love nest.  Then she told Nate "There's a nice little bar in
the living room Nate.  Get yourself a drink and wait for me to call
you.  Pour me a glass of scotch and bring it in when I call you.  Be
patient and I promise you a thrill you'll never forget!"

    Drained from the fantastic fuck he received in degrading the
beautiful little bitch, Nate backed off the bed in total exhaustion.  He
was glad to get a drink, needing some time for his drained cock to
revive a bit.  Staggering out of the bedroom, he went to the bar for a
much needed drink.  Sipping his drink, Nate wandered about the nice
decorated home that the bride-to-be had done to set up house, his cock
twitched as he wondered just what Cybil had in store for the bitch.

    Meanwhile, in the master bedroom, Cybil was quite busy and immensely
enjoying her task.  Once Nate had departed, she walked to the open
walk-in closet.  She smiled widely as she took the transparent garment
bag that was hanging on the rack.  Taking it into the bedroom, she
unzipped the bag and removed the contents.  Then she set about her task
of preparing the bitch for Nate's return.

    Going to the bar, Nate got two glasses and a bottle of Crown Royal.
Then he went to the living room sofa and poured himself a drink.
Sipping his drink, Nate took in the nicely decorated surroundings of the
home.  'Man, that chick sure was tight!  Tight as a fucking virgin
..........was, anyway!  God, I hope I knocked the fuck'n bitch up!' he thought
to himself.  It had been such an unbelievable fuck that he was totally
drained, his once solid cock was now limp and flaccid.  To pass the
time, he used the remote to turn on the television, turning it to the
sports channel.

    As twenty minutes had gone by, Nate was wondering just what the hell
Cybil was doing.  Then he heard his cohort call out to him from the
bedroom.  Pouring a glass of scotch for Cybil and another for himself,
he made his way back to the master bedroom, anxious to see just what
Cybil had been up to.  Stepping into the bedroom, Nate froze in his
tracks with his only comment being "Oh, shit!"

    Meanwhile, Cybil had been taping Nate's entrance into the bedroom
along with his shocked expression.  She got just the reaction she had
hoped for, being sure to get all of Nate's muscular black body in the
frame, keeping the camera on Nate as his erection quickly rose to full
staff.  The scene had well been worth all her time and effort, the
struggle it had been to get the limp bitch dressed up in her wedding
gown.  She had dressed the snooty little bitch the way she would be for
her wedding, less only her nylons and undergarments.  With Lara in her
wedding gown, white gloves, heels and bridal veil, she was the image and
essence of purity.  But now a muscular black rapist was crawling up upon
the bed, intent on defiling and soiling that innocence.

    Shucking at his throbbing cock, Nate gazed upon the beautiful bride
in her wedding gown.   "Oh, you fuck'n bitch!  Gonna 'ruin' you good!
Gonna lay a little black baby in your sweet little belly!  If only your
white boy could see his precious little bride right now!  I'm gonna do
him a favor and stretch you out for him!" he gloated.

    Pushing the front of her wedding gown up to bunch at her waist, he
stood back to gaze at the beautiful bride.  This time, Nate pushed the
drugged beauty's legs wide apart, letting her heels dig into the bed to
keep her in that vulnerable position.  He lifted her gloved arms up over
her head, holding them there for the videotape, knowing the viewer would
enjoy watching it more with the bride being forced to submit.  He would
edit the tape later and with him holding her arms over her head, the
viewer would not know she was drugged to unconsciousness.

    Moving into position, Nate gave a groan of pleasure as his thick
long black cock again sliced between the slick pink folds.  Then he
began to ride her hard, slamming brutally into her raped body.  For ten
minutes he rammed in and out of her, wanting to stretch her out good.
"Oh, yeah baby!  Ohhhh, you sweet little bitch ........gonna dump my fucking
load in ya bitch ......here's your fuck'n wedding present!  Gonna knock ya
up good, bitch!  Ohhhhh, baby .........babyyyyy ...........here it cumssssss!"  Nate
grasped her tight little ass and buried his cock deep in her womb.  His
body convulsed as his cock exploded, spurting out streams of his thick
potent jism.

    Getting up off the bed, Nate gazed upon the violated beauty, her
long ivory legs widespread with her wedding gown bunched up at her
waist.  He watched as Cybil panned a wide shot of the raped bride on the
bed she would soon be sharing with her husband, the bed on which she was
raped and could very well have been knocked up on.  Then Cybil moved to
the foot of the bed to capture a close-up view of the vicious spunk
drooling from her raped snatch to puddle onto the back of her wedding
gown.  Nate chuckled upon seeing the violated cunt lips drooling with
his nigger spunk, wishing her punk fianc  could just see his precious
gem now.

    Before departing, Nate managed to get his cock up again.  This time
he lifted the bridal veil and straddled Lara's beautiful face, fucking
his leaking cock over her lovely features.  Then, with his cockhead at
her pink lips, he shucked his cock to let his leaking cream ooze between
her open lips.  A moment later, his body quivered and his cock spurted
its love cream, saturating the beautiful bride's face and bridal veil.

    The next morning, as sunlight beamed through the window, Lara awoke
with a splitting headache.  She blinked and squinted, eyes only capable
of opening half way.  Closing her eyes she reached up to rub her eyes.
Touching her face, she then realized she had gloves on as she felt a dry
crusty substance on her eyes and cheeks.  Opening her eyes, she realized
it was her wedding gloves that she had fallen asleep with.  Holding her
gloved hand before her eyes, she rubbed her covered fingers together and
watched all the white crusty flakes fall.  Looking up, she saw what
appeared to be the front of her bridal veil above her.  She looked about
and knew she was in her own bed but was at a total loss as to why she
had on her wedding garments.

    Lara tried to move and get up into a sitting position.  "Ohhhhh
..........!" she groaned loudly in pain, feeling a very definite dull, aching
sensation between her legs.  She sobbed in realization that she had been
brutally raped, the pain emanating from between her legs obviously due
to being stretched and violated time and again.  Her head fell back onto
the bed as she tried desperately to recall the events of the night
before.  She groaned as she recalled vaguely her stalled car, then the
man she had gotten to plead guilty and his girlfriend.  She sobbed,
realizing that she had been set up and brutally raped by the horrid
black.  She then began crying, her body shuddering at the horror of the
potential consequences from such a horrid mating.

    Reaching down with a gloved hand, Lara felt her normally soft golden
curls hard and stiff in a thick layer of dried cum.  She grimaced in
pain as her index finger touched the opening of her brutally raped
slit.  As her finger pressed down between her slit, Lara groaned in
pain.  Raising her gloved hand, she sighed deeply as her gloved finger
was covered in a layer of thick gooey slime.

    Sitting up upon the bed, Lara discovered that she had been raped as
she wore her wedding gown, the dress that she was to walk down the aisle
in that weekend.  Slowly she stripped off her soiled garments, letting
them fall to the floor in a heap.  Taking off her veil, she sobbed as
she observed the streaks of filth that had been splattered about,
letting her soiled veil fall to the carpet.

    Lara cried as she slowly made her way to the bathroom, then gasped
as she saw herself in the reflection in the mirror, her face and hair
splattered with dried cum.  Having handled many criminal cases, she knew
the worst thing that a rape victim could do was to wash off the
evidence, most importantly she shouldn't douche out the evidence.  But
she could not let anyone see her like this nor could she let Neil know
that she had been raped.  Groaning, she knew that if she reported the
rape, Neil would look upon her as being soiled goods.  She now knew what
it meant to be 'ruined' and just why so many women washed of the filthy
evidence or did not report the rape.  Turning on the shower, Lara was
going against what she had always counseled rape victims, that of
washing off the evidence and not reporting the rape.

    Three days later, Neil Wilson stood alongside of his best man and
ushers watching the bridesmaids approach.  Then the wedding hymn began
and he observed his lovely bride on the arm of her father as they slowly
began the long walk down the aisle.  At that moment Neil felt so proud
of the fact that he was marrying a very beautiful girl, one that other
men drooled over.  Having taken her virginity years ago, he knew she was
still so innocent when it came to sex and he felt so lucky that he would
be the only man who would ever possess her.

    Nervously, Lara took that first step down the aisle to her handsome
man who would soon become her husband.  She felt so guilty, feeling so
soiled that there was a good chance that she was walking down the aisle
pregnant with a black baby.  She said a prayer that Neil would never
find out and more so that she was not carrying her rapist's baby at that
very moment.  As she gazed at her handsome groom waiting for her near
the alter, Lara knew that all would be well once she married the man of
her dreams.

    Everyone in the church had their eyes on Lara, admiring the
beautiful bride in her white satin wedding gown with the laced bridal
veil covering her lovely face.  To all the invited guests and the
wedding party, Lara was the perfect picture of innocence and purity, a
lovely woman who was about to give her wedding vows of faithfulness to
the man she so loved.

    Little did anyone suspect that the bridal veil covering the bride's
face was one that the bride had rushed out to purchase the day before,
in need of replacing the original veil that had been soiled beyond
repair.  Nor for that matter the wedding gown that signified her
innocence and purity was in fact was stained with her rapist's cum, a
black man's filthy cum.  Worst of all, the lovely bride was walking down
the aisle saying a silent prayer that she had not been knocked up by her
black rapist.

    The faces of the guests seemed a blur as she looked at the man she
loved.  As Lara neared the alter, a movement from the third pew on her
right caught her attention.  Glancing to her right, she gasped as she
recognized Cybil's face with a sneering grin.  Then she shuddered as she
saw a movement next to her, a dark smiling face that emerged from behind
the video camera.  Her rapist and his cohort would be standing just feet
behind her when she professed her love and gave her vow of faithfulness
to Neil.  Her tears flowed down her cheeks, knowing that her wedding
vows would be a mockery.

    Once the vows were exchanged, the bridal couple was in the limousine
headed to the exclusive country club where the reception would be held.
As they reached the security post at the entrance to the country club,
Lara asked the driver to stop.  Neil was puzzled as Lara put her window
down, telling the security guard that it was noted on the bottom of the
invitation that it was needed for admittance, thus those invited should
have one.  When Neil questioned her, she merely told him that she wanted
to be certain all the details were taken care of.

    Greeting the guests as they entered the reception line, Lara was
relieved that she had managed to get through the debacle at the church.
She was glad that she had made sure the guard would be checking for
invitations before allowing anyone into the premises, knowing that her
tormentors would not gain access.

    Just as the line of guests was coming to a conclusion, a shiver went
through Lara as Nate and Cybil came strolling up to the line with Nate
giving her a big grin.  Nate made a gesture, waving an invitation in his
hand, an invitation that he had taken from the box on her counter.  As
the shock had her speechless, Cybil introduced herself as Lara's old
friend and leaned over to kiss the groom.  At that time, Nate gave the
bride a kiss and whispered "Hope my wedding present arrives in nine
months, bitch!"

    As the evening was coming to an end, the younger crowd continued
dancing as the older set headed home after wishing the young couple
well.  Just as the bride and groom ended a dance together, Neil's arm
was grabbed by Lara's friend from work as she told Lara "I've just got
to have a dance with your handsome hunk!"

    Not wanting to be unfriendly, though he wanted to be with his bride,
Neil followed the rather slutty blonde back onto the dance floor.  He
turned back to see the girl's black boyfriend right behind with Lara in
tow.  He thought he had met all of her close friends and was surprised
that his lovely wife could associate with such a slutty woman like
this.  Glancing back once again, he wondered just what Lara was thinking
at that very moment as she was forced to dance with the rugged looking
black.  Seeing how tiny Lara was as she stood next to Nate, Neil
couldn't believe the thrill that coursed through his body at the wicked
thought of his lovely bride being forced to service the likes of a black
man.

    With Lara and Nate dancing in the corner, not much could be observed
below shoulder level with the groom and his dance partner blocking the
view.  Lara's left arm was resting on Nate's broad shoulder as Nate
forcibly pulled her tightly to him.  If Lara reached out, she could
touch her husband as he danced with Cybil.  Tears welled in her eyes as
Nate forced her gloved hand down and tormented her with his comments
"Married just hours and here you are ...............feeling up another man's cock
with your husband only a few feet away!  Feeling up the cock that might
just have put you in the family way!  Yeah, baby ............that's the cock
that stretched you open good!  Something for you to compare with hubby's
little weenie!"

    A bride's wedding day is always a memorable one.  This certainly
would be a day in her life that Lara would never forget.  In the
honeymoon suite of a plush hotel that night, Lara embraced her handsome
husband and let her hand wander down to his crotch.  Indeed, she
couldn't help but to compare it with the one she had fondled on the
dance floor, one that was so much longer and thicker than what was now
in her hand.  Indeed, she was doing exactly what Nate had told her she
would be doing and it was really no comparison at all.

    Sex with Neil had always brought Lara satisfaction but not so on her
wedding night.  Feeling so guilty and so widely stretched, Lara could
not gain any satisfaction at all, barely feeling her husband within
her.  Fortunately, Neil had a lot to drink and was so horny that he had
cum in no time, then fell into a deep slumber.  In the darkness of the
honeymoon suite, Lara rubbed her sensitive clit and shuddered to a mild
orgasm, all the while thinking of the long thick cock she had handled
earlier and wondering what such a monstrosity would feel like.  The only
consolation that she felt was the knowledge that the evil Nate would be
behind bars from tomorrow for the next two years.

    The feeling of guilt continued throughout the week-long honeymoon in
the Grand Cayman Islands.  Though she did her best to please Neil,
managing to satisfy his needs, leaving Lara in a desperate need to
obtain sexual relief.  After each episode of lovemaking with her
husband, Lara had to seek the privacy of the bathroom to finger
herself.  Although her sexual needs were temporarily sated in this
fashion, it saddled her with even more guilt, for while she fingered
herself to orgasm it was the picture of being fucked by a big black cock
that sent her over the edge.

    Having a cabana gave the honeymooners a lot of privacy and it was
just a few yards from the beach.  Each morning, their 'houseboy' brought
them a large selection of fruits and the entr es that they had
previously ordered.  Their 'houseboy' was about Nate's age and his
similar black features certainly caught Lara's attention.  Lara could
not take her eyes off the dark skinned man, wondering if the myth about
black men was really true.

    Back at work for a week, Lara felt relieved that she was getting
back to normal.  Even lovemaking with Neil had brought her pleasure
again, though she could not help but wonder just what Nate's big boner
would have felt like, buried deep in her womb.  She chastised herself
with such wicked thoughts, determined to get over the horrid rape and
the humiliation that Nate had brought upon her.

    The following Thursday, after seeming to have put the rape behind
her, Lara returned home an hour after Neil.  As she was getting dinner
started, she froze when Neil advised her "Oh, I didn't know you had
plans to go out with Cybil tomorrow night!  Your friend Cybil called
just before you got home, wanting you to call her about meeting
tomorrow.  Go ahead honey, it'll be perfect as the guys at work wanted
to get together for drinks and a card game after work.  I put Cybil's
number on the fridge for you!"

    Nervously, when Neil was in the bedroom, Lara dialed the number and
got Cybil on the phone.  Once she identified herself, a sharp response
came over the phone "Just shut up and listen, bitch!  Nate needs some
cigarettes, so meet me at the bar we took you to at 6 p.m. tomorrow.
Bring two cartons of Marboro's with you, bitch!"  Then the phone was
slammed down and a dial tone followed.

    At work the next day, Lara told herself that there was nothing Nate
nor his slutty friend could do to her if she didn't show up.  They had
caught her by surprise at the wedding and she didn't want to make a
scene in front of the guests, thus she had forced herself to dance with
her rapist and had been forced to handle his manhood on the dance
floor.  Now that she had time to think things out, she had no intentions
of showing up that evening.  'That bastard rapes me and has the nerve to
think I'm going to bring him cigarettes in prison!' she pondered.

    The intercom buzzed at 4 p.m. and the receptionist advised that a
courier had just delivered a package for her.  Going out to retrieve the
package, Lara returned to her office and opened it.  Contained in the
package was a videotape with no markings or description on it.  Puzzled
that it came by courier, she could only surmise that it was an urgent
piece of evidence for a case.  Turning on the combined tv/video-recorder
behind her desk, she inserted the tape and hit the play button.

    Lara smiled as it apparently was one of her friends sending her a
videotape of her wedding.  She watched as she walked down the aisle,
followed by the exchanging of the vows, then scenes that took place at
the reception.  Then she froze and gasped loudly as the taped
continued.  She was dressed in her wedding gown, only now she was lying
upon the bed in the master bedroom.  Then she recognized the man she had
put into prison appear at the foot of the bed, naked and stroking his
cock as he raised her wedding gown.  She had often wondered about that
fateful night and now she was observing what actually happened.

    Having seen the horrible tape, Lara rushed out of the office as she
desperately sought to find a nearby store to buy two cartons on
cigarettes.  Then she needed to fight all the rush hour traffic in order
to get to the bar by 6 p.m.  She knew that she now had to meet that
slutty whore at the bar to deliver the cigarettes and didn't want to
take the chance of being late.  She just couldn't let that tape get into
the wrong hands and thus knew she had to comply with the demands of her
rapist and his slutty cohort.

    Just making it to the bar on time, she quickly rushed into the bar
and looked for Cybil.  Seeing her in the far booth, Lara made her way
there and slipped into the bench across from her.  She wanted to just
give Cybil the cigarettes and be on her way, but she observed a drink
already on the table for her.  The way Cybil glared at her, she knew she
could not offend her and took a sip of her drink.

    When Lara slid the two cartons of cigarettes across the table to
Cybil, she was puzzled when Cybil pushed it back to her, "Sorry, bitch,
but I can't deliver them for you.  They don't allow prisoners to get any
cigarettes!  They've got to be smuggled in!"  "I .......I can't smuggle them
in!" Lara replied.  Cybil smiled, "Don't worry, bitch!  Only someone on
the inside can get them in!"  Now, Lara was even more puzzled and took a
large swallow of her drink.

    Then she looked up at Cybil, who was waving to someone, signaling
that person over to their booth.  Lara gasped softly as a towering black
man appeared at the booth and slid into the booth next to her.  She slid
over as far as she could till she was right up against the wall.  Then
Cybil spoke up "Lara, meet Sgt. Tyrone Johnson!"  Seeing the large black
hand extended to her, she did not want to be impolite and extended her
hand to shake his.  She shivered on Cybil's next comment "Sgt. Johnson
is a guard at the State Prison!"

    After three more drinks, Lara was definitely feeling the effects.
Little did she know that Cybil had told the bartender before hand to
have her drinks made extra potent.  Sgt. Johnson knew what was up,
especially when the punk Nate had bribed him for cigarettes in exchange
for some prime pussy.  When Nate showed him the picture of a beautiful
woman in her wedding gown, he couldn't believe his luck and quickly
agreed to the deal.  He just couldn't figure out why this beautiful
woman would want to get cigarettes to Nate.  A slut like Cybil he could
understand but this prim and proper bitch just didn't fit in with the
likes of Nate.

    Not wanting to be accused of extortion, Tyrone would first have to
wait till one of them proposed the illegal deal.  Then Cybil set things
into motion, advising "Lara here was wondering if you could sneak these
two cartons of cigarettes in to Nate?  I'm sure Lara will make it worth
your while!"  He smiled and placed his hand down onto the soft thigh
next to him, enjoying the feel of the beautiful woman tremble in fear.

    Lara could not believe what was happening to her, trying to move
away from the groping hand on her thigh, feeling the thick fingers
caressing her and beginning to edge up further.  Downing her drink, she
squirmed about as an exploring finger began to trace the outline of her
slit through her damp panties.  She wanted desperately to push his hand
away but was afraid of the consequences if Nate did not get his
cigarettes.  Then she gasped and shivered as a finger dipped under the
elastic of a legband and slipped into her moist box, fingering her stiff
clit.

    Next, Lara heard Cybil announce "I took care of the bartender and
the back bedroom is all yours!"  Before she knew what was happening, she
was being pulled up from the booth and being pulled along into the back
room.  Suddenly she found herself all alone with the muscular black
sergeant, locked in a small room that only contained a king-sized bed.
"Baby, if you want to get the cigarettes to that con, start stripping!"
came the gruff command from the man who was taking off his own clothing.

    Tyrone had stripped off all his clothing quickly, anxious to get at
the young beauty.  He had seen her large diamond ring and wedding band,
knew she was married to some white punk.  Still he wondered just what
kind of hold a con like Nate could have over such a prim and proper
young wife.  Whatever it was, Tyrone knew that he could have his way
with this na ve little bitch, knowing she was not about to report him on
anything.  With only her blazer removed, Tyrone moved toward her and
grasped the front of her crisp white blouse.  The buttons popped right
off with the hard yank that he gave it, startling the scared young
wife.  Then the metal hooks of her thin bra gave way easily, baring her
perfectly shaped breasts.

    "Oh, please ........ please, I can't ...... please, I can't go through with
this .......please!" Lara sobbed in fear.   "Go ahead and scream 'Rape'!
Everybody in the bar saw you come in here with me without a fight.
Everyone knows what this room is for.  I don't know what Nate's got on
you but think of how pissed he's gonna be if he don't get no
cigarettes!" Tyrone sneered.  Then Tyrone began to feast on this prize,
tonguing the aroused the nipples and nipping it with his teeth.
"Ohhhhhhhh ........please ............ please stop ........ohhhhhh!" Lara moaned, unable
to suppress the unwanted stimulation.

    A moment later, the prim and proper beauty lay naked on the bed
Tyrone's leering gaze.  He had ripped her skirt off and easily stripped
off her panties.  Lara had put up a fight but she was no match for him.
He tossed her upon the bed and stripped off her heels, not wanting her
to spike him.  He began to crawl up onto the bed and loved the fright on
her face as she gazed down at his cock that he was shucking in his fist.

    Staring down at the pulsing black cock, Lara was frightened for
never had she seen anything so large and grotesque.  "Please, I can't
.................I must be true to my husband ...........please, please ........ you'll kill
me with that.  Oh, please ..........nooooooooo!" she sobbed.  She tried to
scramble away and pushed at his muscular bulk.  But she was easily
subdued by her superior opponent, who now used one hand to pin both of
hers above her head.  "Please ............stop ...........please .........please don't rape
me!" she pleaded.

    "Baby, I'm gonna teach you what fucking is all about!  We're gonna
make some sweet music together!" Tyrone taunted the struggling young
beauty as he began to rub his thick cockhead up and down her now slick
womanhood.  With some pressure, he managed to get his plum-sized
cockhead between the slick folds.  Holding himself up so he could look
down at the tossing blonde beauty, he enjoyed the frightened look on her
face.  Then he gave a mighty thrust forward, bringing a piercing scream
from the young wife.

    "Awwwwwww ...........!  Oh God!  Please!  Please!  God, it hurtsssss
...............it hurts so baddddddddd ...............please, I can't take anymore!" Lara
screamed.  Only three inches had penetrated her but never had she
encountered anything so thick, thicker than her wrist.  The pain was
more than she could stand "Please!  Please pull it out!  It's too big!
Oh, God, it hurtssssss! "

    Hearing the young beauty's pleas and screams were almost too much
for Tyrone, getting him so excited that he nearly popped his load.
Regaining his control, he released his hold of her hands, then quickly
grasped her trim hips with both hands.  Rearing back, he then slammed
forward with all his might, wanting to hear the frightened bitch scream
her head off.  "Aieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee ..................ohhhhhh ............Goddd.......
nooooooooooo!" came a piercing shriek of pain.  Lara's trim white legs
flailed about and she tried desperately to push the bulky body away.
She screamed again when the cock within her was withdrawn for a second,
then the entire length was buried into the hilt with another thrust.

    Tyrone lay upon the sobbing young wife, letting her body get
accustomed to his long thick cock.  He nuzzled at her ear "That's what a
big black cock feels like!  Bet your little white boy can't come close
to filling your horny twat like this, huh!  You're being fucked by a
'real' man for a change!" he taunted.  Withdrawing the length of his
cock till it was only his cockhead remained, he slowly began to fuck in
and out of the sobbing young wife.  Lara groaned in despair as the long
slow strokes began to have undesired effects on her body.  Her mind was
now in despair, for she did not want to feel any type of stimulation or
pleasure from this savage encounter.  Her body was now betraying her
from this long slow fucking.  As the long black cock was slicing through
her, she arched her hips up in an attempt to get the entire length in
her.

    Tyrone began to speed up fuck, now fucking the lovely young wife in
earnest.  He knew he had her when he felt her trim legs raise up and
encircle his ass, feeling her legs tighten to pull him deeper into her.
The trim white arms had stopped pounding at his shoulders and now
encircled his neck to keep him near her.  And now the young wife arched
up and down as she began to fuck back at him.  The fighting and pleas
now turned into soft mewling sounds as the young beauty met him thrust
for thrust.

    "Oh, God ..... Oh, God .......... Oh, my God, I'm cuminggggggggggggggg .........
I'm cummmmiiiiingggggg!"  Lara screamed as she lost control of her body,
which began to shudder.  Her body began to quiver and spasm causing her
to arch up sharply, capturing the entire within her.  The orgasm was so
powerful that it even caught Tyrone by surprise.  Surprised that this
petite young woman could handle his body weight in such a manner,
lifting his entire weight as she arched up in her climax, lifting all
250 lbs of him.

    Tyrone kept still, letting the young wife's body relax and slowly
come back down to earth.  Then, slowly he began to fuck her again with
long slow strokes.  Once her trim arms and legs again embraced him, the
fucking sped up and he began taunting her "Here it cums, sweetie!  Gonna
fill ya with my nigger seed!  Gonna shoot my nigger jism in your
precious little white cunt!  Yeahhh, baby ................here it cums!"  His
quivering black ass was again gripped tightly by the trim white legs.
As his thick load exploded deep into the young wife's womb, he felt her
body shudder in another climax.

    When he slowly pulled out of the young wife, Tyrone laughed as the
reality of what she had just done obviously set in as she began sobbing
in shame.  He watched as she turned on her side and curled up in the
fetal position, ashamed at having been unfaithful to her husband.  What
a sight it was for him, knowing he was the first man to take her after
she had taken her wedding vows.  He was going to give her another dose
of his black cock before this night was over.  Patting her upturned ass
"I sure hope Nate's a chain smoker!  Next time I'm gonna sample this
tender white ass of yours!  Gonna have to meet ya elsewhere, cause I'm
gonna make ya scream real good!"

    The patrons in this rundown bar consisted of regulars who frequented
the bar mainly due to the cheap price of beer being served.  Very few
women frequented the bar, other than the prostitutes in the area, none
such as the classy looking blonde that had come in and sat next to the
slutty whore in the corner booth.  They were even more surprised to see
the innocent looking blonde go into the back room with the muscular
black.  They all knew what took place in that back room.

    Those with money in their pockets rushed up to the bartender, eager
to see if they could get a crack at some real first class pussy.  Each
was pointed to a grinning Cybil, who was eager to sell that uppity
little bitch for whatever she could get.  After all, the time she had
lost in helping Nate achieve his goal cost her some bucks.  Taking in a
hundred from the three guys who had rushed up to her, she sneered at the
olf fart that came up to her with a measly ten bucks.

    Cybil had serviced a lot of men over the years, not being picky if
the guy had the bucks to pay for it.  'God, I wouldn't let that smelly
old fart fuck me for 500 bucks!  He ranks so bad I doubt if he's had a
fuck'n bath in over a month!' she muttered.  Then she chuckled and waved
the old fart back to the booth thinking to herself 'This smelly old fart
oughta bring down that uppity bitch a peg or two!'

    Lara was so relieved to make it back home before Neil, knowing she
wouldn't be able to explain away the condition both she and her clothing
were in.  Once in the door, she kicked off her heels and grabbed a trash
bag on her way to the master bathroom.  Quickly she stripped off the
torn and soiled garments, tossing all the clothing into the trash bag.
She rushed under the hot shower, desperate to rid herself of the stench
and cleanse the filth from her body.  Planning to douche immediately
after washing the stench from her, she parted her loveslit and clenched
her cunt muscles tightly, then groaned in shame as she watched the thick
flow of cum slide down her inner thighs.

    Sobbing under the shower, Lara's mind replayed the events of the
evening.  She wondered how in the world she had managed to take in the
monstrous black cock, remembering how she had screamed in pain when it
was brutally thrust into her.  Twice that black brute had taken her
without mercy, fucking her out of her mind.  But the worst part about it
was the way in which she reacted each time, wrapping her arms and legs
around the muscular black body, begging him to fucker harder and
deeper.  Never before had she ever experienced such mind-shattering
climaxes.

    After the rugged sergeant had departed, Lara recalled lying on the
bed with her legs wide spread, feeling the thick cum ooze from her
well-stretched slit.  She was totally exhausted and unable to move from
the shagging she had just received.  For a second she had closed her
eyes in relief then was startled at the sound of the door opening.  She
opened her eyes and stared as a skinny old man grinned and began to take
off his shirt.  She closed her eyes, thinking she couldn't go any lower
after just submitting to a black.  Feeling the bed sink under the
additional weight, she felt bony hands on her hips and then the man
thrust his skinny pecker into her.  A moment later, she felt the man
jerk and then his tiny cock began to spurt out its hot load.

    Once that skinny man had departed, another bar patron with a heavier
set appeared in the room and began to undress.  Lara merely closed her
eyes and let him have his way with her.  She wanted to laugh as he too
spurted his cum in less than a minute after penetrating her.  Then a
third man followed and he too spurted quickly after entering her with
less than a dozen strokes.  The three men from the bar had quickly
relieved themselves in her, starting a burning itch between her thighs
and leaving her in frustration.

    Then another man was in the room with her.  Opening her eyes, Lara
gasped at the sight of this old man, then gave a grimace as she inhaled
his stench.  She closed her eyes and tried to hold her breath as the man
climbed up on the bed.  But she had to breathe again and the stench was
so overwhelming that her stomach churned in revulsion.  "Owwww
.........ohhhh!" she cried out as his sharp crooked teeth nipped at her
sensitive nipple, drawing some blood.  She cried out again when her
other nipple was bitten in a similar manner.  Lara sobbed in pain but in
a sense wanted the pain to punish her for having broken her wedding vows
in less than a month.

    Lara surely thought that his old man would cum quickly like the
others.  But he was like a jackrabbit as he continuously pumped his
pecker into her, bringing the need for her to seek another orgasm.  In
need of satisfaction, she entwined her arms and legs around the old
bastard in her desperate to stop the itch between her thighs.  Humping
up and down, in unison with pumping cock, Lara was just about to reach
that peak when the ultimate humiliation came.

    Hearing a noise at the door, Lara opened her eyes and looked to see
a laughing Cybil, who snickered "Some wholesome little wife you are,
sugar!  Look at you, you're nothing but a fuck'n whore.  Shit, I
wouldn't let that smelly old fart near me for 500 bucks!  Guess how much
he paid for your sweet cunt, sugar!  Ten fuck'n bucks!  Better hope he
doesn't give you the fuck'n clap!"  Just at that moment, her body
betrayed her as she shuddered in a climax as the smelly old man
unleashed his hot flow.

    At midnight, Lara had struggled to get the torn clothing on and get
home before Neil did.  As she searched for her underwear, Cybil laughed
"Honey, don't bother looking!  When you passed out from fucking that
smelly old fart, I told him he could have your bra an panties as a
prize!"

    Now Lara lay in bed with her husband beside her.  She was wide
awake, recalling all the events of the evening, wondering how she could
have let strangers bed her and deposit their filth in her.  She felt so
guilty in having betrayed Neil.  But she even felt more guilty in the
fact that the orgasms she had reached were far more intense than what
she had achieved with her husband, even the one with the smelly old
man.  She wondered just how many cigarettes Nate smoked in a day,
wondering just how long two cartons would last.

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