Warning: This story contains NC/ rape.

My Ex


"I didn't WANT to do it." I told myself over and over all through that night.  I still repeat it to myself at odd hours. "I enjoyed it, but I didn't want it!" has become my own personal litany. But late at night, when I must take out my memories with a more brutal honesty, I have to admit to myself that not only did I enjoy it, I wanted to do it! In fact, I had wanted to do it all along.


See, I can make all the excuses in the world.  That it wasn't my idea. That my ex is a bitch. That she screwed me over so many times and ways that I was just getting even. That she needed to be taken down a peg or 2 for her own good. That she was doing shit to other naive men and needed to be fucked over and brought down a bit in order to break her evil cycle. The excuses really don't matter. What does matter is what happened that night. 


The night that I helped rape what used to be the woman of my dreams.


I was in my favorite bar The Taproom bitching, as usual, about Rachel. 


See my ex is a ball buster. A beautiful, long-legged, buxom, blonde ball buster. That woman may be pretty on the outside but on the inside she's as petty as they come.


 I must have gotten a little loud in my complaints because somebody overheard me. I left the bar and started towards my car but soon found myself pressed down against the garage pavement, a knife to my throat. I hadn't heard a thing; it was as if a ghost had attacked me. Now at 6' 1", I am not a small man and I do keep in shape, but as I tried to buck off my attacker, I realized that the man holding the knife was larger and stronger. 


 "I'm gonna do you a favor." A low-pitched  voice muttered into my ear. "I was planning on just robbing you, but those sob stories you just told back there have inspired me to help you work through your problems."


It took me a moment to find force my lips to move. It was like I was paralyzed by fear. This guy had such an absolute aura of menace that it seemed impossible he'd been close enough to me in the bar to hear me yet I hadn't noticed him.

"Wwwhat do you mean?" I asked. 


"You're going to take me to where your bitch ex-girlfriend lives and aid me in relieving my... tensions. In return, you get revenge. And maybe a bit more." He said with a chuckle. 


"And if I don't?" I hoped the bravado I tried to show would help me fight the fire that had just ignited at thought of Rachel being royally fucked right before my eyes. He leaned a little closer, cut my neck just deep enough to draw a little blood, and spoke with even more menace. "I get my tensions out on you... blood, lots and lots of blood, will work almost as well for me...and I'll still get your money."


Not much choice. It didn't take me long at all. Truth was I didn't need much to tip me into the decision to help this evil mother fucker with his attack on Rachel. The idea was planted deep in my head now, and it was pounding to get expressed. "Get off; I'll take you where you want to go."


He chuckled and let me up. Tucked the wicked, custom knife of his into his belt. God, he was huge. Muscular in the way that jail time or a lot of exercise time can make you. Or given his scars ghosting along his arms he might have been an extreme fighter. Skin the color of creamed coffee. Shaved head with dark eyebrows and  black eyes. Scary as hell.


"Just call me Jack." He said, sticking out his hand for a shake as if we had just made a deal. 

Well I guess we had.


At the time, Rachel lived in really nice up-scale detached house not too far out of town. She had been between live-in boyfriends, having just dumped a close friend of mine who had been the one she dumped me for. She liked milking a man for all his savings then moving on to the next. She'd bought the house out of the takings from her last 4 men. One of whom was me. 

The bitch owned it free and clear.


Jack and I stood on her porch with him just a little behind and to the side. He'd already cut the phone line as it came into the house. The knife was back on my neck, but through her peephole, she couldn't see it or him. She opened the door on the chain lock. "What do you want Ben?" was all she had time to get out before Jack surged forward so hard he broke the chain off the door. 


I tried to hang back, having had second thought in the car and on the porch. Not that I wasn't still half-hard from the idea of this but 'Jack" wasn't going to be the one who had to live with the repercussions if Rachel or the cops though I was in on this for the revenge.  But Jack just casually jerked me roughly inside and slammed and locked the door. His knife definitely threatened the both of us. I'm still not sure if he was giving me a cover story or knew about my hesitations. 


Rachel's scream echoed through the house but he soon had one of his huge hands clamped across her beauty queen face. Jack just smiled as Rachel clamped her pearly whites deep into his flesh. Didn't faze him a bit. "You'll get even more of a taste of me later, baby. And if you bite then, I'll cut out one of those big brown eyes." He promised in his deep intimidating voice.  He cuffed her in the head a couple of times until she let go. 


"Keep quiet, bitch! No screaming allowed. Ben, get a washcloth and some towels, and don't think about doing anything stupid." Despite the blade Jack held poised at her throat, Rachel still had the composure to try and take control.


 Of course she IS a control freak. "Put down the knife and leave here and there will be no trouble. I have over a thousand dollars cash. That'll get you pretty far." She tried to back away from him but only succeeded in getting herself pinned between his long body and the wall of her entranceway.


"I'll get your bits and the cash too." Jack promised all menace and wrath.  " And if you both cooperate I wont leave two corpses behind me!" I was already bringing back the requested items; I was that eager, and that scared. 


It was at that point I think it fully sank in to Rachel's head that he wasn't here just for money. She started to look around wildly at that moment. I think she was looking for me, probably thinking I'd protect her. Little did she know that my cock was on fire from thinking about what was about to happen to her. I was just praying that Jack was going to give me a good hands-on role in it. 


Jack instructed me to lead him to Rachel's girly bedroom. 


He grabbed her arm and twisted it up behind her back, frog marching her in front of him. She just whimpered. I guess he must have really scared her with his threats. He tore the towel into strips and stuffing the greater part of the washcloth into her mouth, tied a strip around it. I thought he'd use the rest to tie her to the bed, but he surprised me. He instructed me strip and then sit back against the pink padded head-board with Rachel's arms pined underneath my knees.  


She resisted his placement of her on the bed, but her struggles were like a toy poodle vs. a mastiff. Oh, she got in a scratch or so but all that fight did was build the excitement in the room. The position put my nude groin above her head and my cock went from half to full mast just that quick. 


Jack straddled her legs and cut upwards, her dress and underclothes sliced off with his blade. That froze her for a little while! I could see the sweat of fear break out on her well-built body as he gazed at her with all the appreciation of a gourmand at his meal. "Damn, Ben, you got good taste!" He bent and took each of her nipples in his mouth, in turn. Sucking and slurping on the well-shaped flesh of her breasts. He must have bit the right one because she squealed and I could see the mark of his teeth on her breast when he sat back up.


Jack bent her in two and placed her thighs in my hands, telling me to hold them wide open for him. "I'll hurt you both if you let her go!" he warned. Then he shoved a couple of pillows under her ass for easy access and stripped. Now I'm a large man, and my cock measures up against almost everyone at the gym, but Jack had a particularly large cock. Incredibly long and thick, with a distinct upwards curve to the shape. When Rachel saw that weapon of his, her body jerked and I could hear her muffled squeals of fear. Her doe eyes pleaded with me to let her go. But it was the farthest thing from my mind. I wanted to see that massive cock stuffed up her pussy.


As I held her firmly spread for him, Jack knelt in front of her and placed his long fingers on either side of her cunt lips, stretched them forcibly wide open.  He leaned over and looked closely at her clipped and pampered pussy, sniffing at the scent rolling off it. How well I knew its intoxicating effects. I used to tell Rachel that if she could patent her pussy smell and sell it for perfume, that she'd make a mint. From her position she couldn't help but watch him sniffing her cunt. Tears started leaking down her cheeks from the humiliation and fear. 


Jack stuck out his long tongue and lapped at her center hole, smashing his face down into her. Her thighs trembled in my hands and tried harder to close. But I kept them high and wide, and watched as my blood boiled with desire. The sounds of slurping rising from her crotch mixed with her muffled cries and made music that was the sweetest I've ever heard. Jack rose up and brought his humongous cock up to Rachel's sweet hole. He parted her lips again and placed the head of his piston against her opening.  His girth looked as if it would rip her up and I had no doubt he would bottom out. I opened her thighs up a bit more by throwing my weight back til she was almost doing a split.


With one deliberate stroke he pushed himself in; never stopping until he tapped the back of her cunt. Rachel arched with pain and threw her head back against me. Her scream even made it through the gag. Sure enough, he was only about 3/4 inside her. And oh, her cunt lips were pushed in and stretched around him. Man, he stretched her tight. He paused for a moment, and then withdrew. Again, another stroke, another scream.  Then he started a strong firm rhythm like a pile driver. Jack sawed away at her while she writhed against my restraining hands and legs. Life was good, but it was about to get better.


He drove into her brutally for about 15 or 16 minutes, her generous breasts bouncing with each of his long, bruising thrusts. Finally, Jack threw back his head and with a wild whoop came in long spasms. He shot his life juices deep inside her and after a few moments withdrew all the way. 


As Jack moved off her and up the bed, his now half-masted cock still bobbing between his knees, he simply said, "Your turn." He took my place and held her thighs with his strong hands. She closed her legs as we transferred custody of her upper body, but with little strain, he wrenched them back open. God, he was strong! As he settled his weight above her, his balls kept brushing her face. They were gleaming from her pussy juices and his cum and the liquids transferred to Rachel's cheeks. 


Now was the moment of truth; I knelt between Rachel's slender thighs and knew that this was a moment I had had fantasized about in the darkest places of my soul. To be raping Rachel's sweet cunt, after she had swore that I would never touch her again in this lifetime. The mingled liquids of Jack and Rachel's bodies were dripping out of her pussy and enticed me like a bee to nectar.  I'd never been so rock-hard in my life. 


I positioned the head of my cock on her redden, used nether lips.  Her eyes pleaded with me not to do this.  I watched her face crumple as I slid myself inside her private walls. She was hot, hotter then I remembered. I felt like I was on fire as I rammed myself up her cunt just reaching her end with the tip of my cock. I could feel my head taping her. Her eyes widened in surprise. I guess the bitch thought I'd go gentle with her because I'd once loved her. Maybe she'd think twice about screwing guys over. 


My balls beat against her fine ass as I started up a firm rhythm. It felt so good to slam myself into that cunt; to fuck her while she screamed. Even compared to Jack, I was a brute; tearing into her flesh with abandon. Hammering her down. My hands were griping her breasts like handles using the soft tender tissue to lever myself into her harder and harder. I must have spent almost half an hour pounding her. Just when I thought I would come, Jack said in a thoughtful tone, "Did she ever let you go in her ass?" 


Just the mention of it almost made me tip over the edge. No she hadn't. She never let anyone touch that virgin ass of hers. He could see it in my eyes. Jack smiled, slow and evil. 


Rachel began to whip her head back and forth denying what she had to know was going to happen. I'd begged her for a taste of her back door many times before. She knew how much I wanted it. I pulled out slow not wanting to cum from the withdrawal. After motioning me to move with his eyes, Jack let her legs go and reached underneath his legs to grasp her wrists. Rachel flailed with her legs as I moved out from between them for a moment; but Jack wrenched her upper body over with brute force so that now she was on her stomach. With one hand pinning her shoulders down against the bed, he pulled her body up, positioning her on her knees for me. 


"Stay that way, or I'll hurt you bad." He promised her. I got back behind her, spread her firm cheeks wide, and put my cock head up against her tight ass opening. That rosebud was about to open up.


Rachel tried to clench her butt muscles against me but I just kept a strong firm force directed at the clenching muscle of her cherry anus. I was still sloppy wet from her cunt and my iron-hard dick head slowly made its way past her tight muscle ring. I ran my hands up her ass and over the satiny skin of Rachel's back, and then grabbed her slender waist between my hands. I hauled her backward with all my strength. My dick ripped its way past her virgin ass-walls until I was buried to the very hilt inside her steaming hot innards. I was now flush against her ass.


 I can only imagine the pain and humiliation she must have felt having me invade her there. Her body spasmed and screamed, then after trying to eject me from its bowels, went limp. I started a rolling motion that moved me in and out of her; jerking my hips in short snaps. My balls bounced against her already battered cunt. Her face went slack against the mattress, her body boneless against my assault. It didn't take me long to finish up. A couple of minutes of her smooth ass walls grabbing at me like one huge, tight elastic band and I came. It was as if I could follow my jism from my balls, up the length of my cock, until it hosed the inside of her violated flesh.  The pulses of my release kept coming as I shot wad after wad into her. I thought it would never end. It was the best fuck of my life.


Jack let her up. He picked up his knife and carefully cut the towel strip the he had tied around her head. Then he removed the washrag from her mouth and used it to wipe her tear and juice smeared face. 


"Open up, baby, it's time for you to get another taste of me. And remember what I said would happen if you used your teeth this time." This last remark was accompanied by a movement towards her right eye with the knife. 


"I'll need some water." She croaked. All the moisture of her mouth had been sucked up by the rag. 


"Okay, baby." He had me go and get her a glass of water. Her hands- hell, her whole body- was shaking wildly enough she almost spilled. He used the time she spent stalling to work himself up even more. Finally, when he was satisfied with the state of his hard-on, he took the glass from her and told her it was time. 


Looking at his huge dick must have panicked her. She darted like a bird off the bed and towards the door. Jack just reached out his long arm and grabbed a hunk of Rachel's long blonde hair, swinging her around and forcing her down to her knees in front of him. He held her head back by his hold on her hair, and pressed his massive cock to her mouth. 


Rachel was magnificent at giving head, able to deep throat with the best of them, but I couldn't see how she was going to be able to take that gigantic cock.


 "If you don't cooperate and relax, you're going to get real torn up, you understand?" Jack softly, almost tenderly, explained while looking deep into her eyes. Rachel slowly nodded. "Okay, help me make this fast, baby." 


Her eyes were wide and looked like a rabbit's did when caught in a hunting trap snare. 


Holding her head firmly, Jack pressed his colossal cock-head past her lips and into her mouth. He kept sliding himself in more and more. I could see her fight to get him down past her gag reflex. This was no ordinary blow job. I could actually see the bulge of him working its way up and down her throat with each stroke. Rachel was forced to deep throat him using every technique in the book. I couldn't see how she was breathing and towards the end she probably wasn't. But she did it. She got him off without passing out or permanent damage.


Luckily for her, Jack came pretty quickly this time. After a few minutes, Jack tipped his head back and closed his eyes; shooting his load deep into her.  He released Rachel's head and immediately Rachel slumped to the floor, coughing and gulping to keep from throwing up his juices. She brushed her trembling hand across her mouth and white strings of Jack's cum came free. 


Jack walked over to me. 


"The good times are up, Ben. Time for me to move on. You need to give me your wallet now." 

I found my clothes and handed him my wallet and money clip.


I genuinely didn't know if I was being robbed or paying him for the climax of my life. 


I'm still not sure. 


He tied us up then. Me, he tied to Rachel's make-up chair with it facing away from Rachel but with a prime view of the bed through of the dressing mirror. Rachel was gagged again and tied spread eagled on the bed. He had made sure that I could comfortably gaze at her cum-filled body, her pussy and ass spread out on display just for me. He even tied my hands loose enough into my lap so I could masturbate to the vision as I wanted while we waited for her maid to find us in the morning. 


What a considerate mother fucker he was.


Oh, I raped my ex and got away with it. I had a few bruises and scrapes on my body from when Jack threw me to the ground in the garage and a long shallow cut on my neck from his blade. I had my money stolen and my car. I'd been left behind tied up. And even Rachel finally admitted to the police that Jack had threatened us both, that I'd never threatened her, and that I had been pulled into her house after being held at knife point on her porch. 


The whole thing worked out just fine for me. But the dreams haunt me late at night. It's gotten hard for me to sleep. See, I want to go do it all over, again and again.


