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She is so easy to RAPE

rape, inc, MF, nc, viol


It has been over twenty years since I first sexually assaulted Vicky. I really do feel bad about it. I can't help but think that I have adversely effected her life is some way. Everything and anything in her life that as gone to hell has got to be my fault, in some way. Thats how I feel about it anyways. 

Vicky ended up with an asshole for a husband - my fault. She ended up dropping out of college - my fault. She never finished beauty school - my fault. She gave up her first illegitimate child for adoption - that had to be my fault in some fucking way. So when she finally got around to leaving that lazy son-of-a-bitch husband of hers I couldn't help but feel like I had cause it. From the very beginning I had caused all her pain and sorrow.

So my sister instantly had no place to live, no job, no one to help with her two kids, and a whole pile of debt she had racked up with her shitface ex. What was I to do? I mean I couldn't exactly let her live on the street with her kids. Yeah, there are tons of government programs out there that may have put a roof over her head and food on the table but come on! I figured I could at least let her kids know there was a better way, that life isn't just handed to you. I could at least teach them that if they work hard and never give up then they can have all those things their parents desired.

I can't say my wife was too excited to see my sister move in. We made my two boys share a room so she could have a room of her own. I basically gave her the basement as an apartment to live in. The only real thing we shared, besides the front door, was the kitchen and laundry. It really wasn't all that bad. She did housework while I was gone to work and even pitched in around the yard. It wasn't that Vicky was lazy, she just never had anything much to work for.

Yes, there was a good amount of upheaval when she first moved in. Honestly the adjustment period wasn't all that bad. As far as my boys were concerned there were just more friends available. My wife had the hardest time of all. She was used to an empty house during the day. When I would get home from work it was always clean and dinner always made. I never pried much beyond that. If my wife was getting neighborhood cock I wasn't interested in knowing. I don't know if she ever has or ever will. There are just times when ignorance is fucking bliss.

Things were going pretty damn well for a while. Her kids were starting to do well in school and my kids were starting to swear like sailors. Nothing like loser cousins to help with that, am I right? Everything would have continued to go well if Vicky hadn't decided to fucking live it up one night. I couldn't fucking believe it. She had just gotten a new job, a humiliated cashier at a shitty convenience store, but at least she finally had a job. She had been there only long enough to get her first paycheck. And you wanna know what that rotten cunt did? She fucking wasted it. Vicky cashed her check that Friday night and went out to some slum bar on the edge of town. That was the night that all the fucking charity I had given to her got all fucked up.

So I'm sitting in my Lay-Z-Boy recliner, trying to ignore the kids as the screamed while running after each other through the house. They were kids, let em do their shit, but for the love of fuck I wanted some rest. Like I said I was doing my best to just stay still and quiet. I only wanted to watch some lame ass television before hitting the sack for the night. What can I say? Being a father had turned me into a lazy mother fucker. 

When I say mother fucker I don't actually mean I was fucking any mothers. Not even my bitch of a wife. I'm not sure what it was about having two kids but after that second one popped out of her cooch she froze up like an engine run without oil. There are rare occasions when that rusty pussy will fire up and do its damn job, but not without a hell of a lot of coercion and a special fucking occasion. I even started spraying WD-40 on that rusty cunt every night. After two weeks that thing was still all seized up. 

So here I was trying to relax while thinking about my shitty life when the phone started fucking ringing. Normally I just ignore the piece of shit. Who in their right mind would ever call me? There certainly weren't any skanks knocking down my door to get at my aging dick, I didn't have enough fucking money for shit like that. So when my wife handed the phone to me I was rather shocked.

"Here Zach," she said in a huff, "the phone is for you."

"Who the fuck is it," I asked?

"It is your drunk whore sister."

I had no idea how my wife knew my sister was drunk, let alone a whore. My wife wouldn't know what sex looked like if it bit her on the ass. "Hello," I said as I picked up the phone.

"Hei Zaccc," I heard on the line. "Hei, I need. Hei, I need a fukin ride."

"What," I asked?

"I don't have money for a..." she stammered a bit, "money for a cab."

"Fuck," I said to her, "what the fuck is wrong with you?"

"I jus need a ride."

I knew where she was. There was only one bar she was attracted to, the same disgusting bar that attracted greasers and rednecks. I do not know why she always went to such a dump. She sure wasn't going to find a good man at that dive. I responded to her, "Stay where you are. I'll be there in thirty minutes. And don't fuck anything before I get there."

I put the leg rest on my Lay-Z-Boy down and grabbed my keys. "Where are you going," my wife asked?

"I'm going to get Vicky. I should be back in an hour."

"Well, don't expect us to be here when you get back."

"Us," I asked?

"Yes, all of us. Her boys don't need to see this kind of nasty behavior any longer. If she can't get her act together then she will be out on her ass!"

Now my wife rarely swore, so hearing her say 'ass' let me know she was serious. "Where are you going?"

"I don't know. My mother's house or my sister's house or maybe I'll just use your credit card and put these boys up in a nice hotel for a few nights."

"Fine, do whatever you want," I said as I slammed the door behind me. Something about the way my wife talked to me seemed to always piss me off. That rusty cunt would grate on me until I would just take my leave. There was more than once that I had considered going out to some shit bar like my sister did in order to find some strange. I hadn't hooked up with strange pussy since college. It seemed the older I got the more strange pussy just sounded fucking disgusting; like a fucking cesspool of STD's.

Between my dumb ass sister and my bitch assed wife I couldn't help but get worked up on my way to the bar. I was royally pissed by the time I got there. I got out of my truck and looked at the bar. The outside appeared to be just as I had imagined, a dirty bar attracting the dregs of society.

I opened the door and was greeted with the smell of cheap tobacco and body odor. This place was a fucking palace of shit; shit cigarettes, shit beer, shit food, and wouldn't you know it? They had a healthy supply of shit people laying around too.

I looked around, all the while getting eerily stares from the patrons of shit. I finally saw Vicky hunched over a table in the corner. I went over and picked her head up by her hair. She looked fucking worse than she sounded on the phone. She looked like she was barely able to keep her body upright, let alone propped up on a table. 

I was about ready to lean down to get her when I heard a gruff asshole, "Get your hands off my bitch."

I turned around to see one of the ugliest, greasiest, smelliest, mother fuckers I had ever encountered. The guy looked like he had been in enough bar fights. His teeth, or what he had left of them, looked like they could use a good scrubbing with some crest and a toothbrush. I stood up to him as if he was some little punk assed kid. "What the fuck did you say to me?"

"I said, get your fucking hands off my bitch."

"What makes you think she is your bitch," I asked?

"She said she was comin home with me."

I tried to ignore the guy and turned around to pick up Vicky. He grabbed my shoulder and swung me around. With a half-drunk swing of his fist he tried to make contact with my face. It was easy to avoid. In return I threw a few punches of my own, taking care of a few of those rotted teeth of his. That fucker should thank me for saving him money on his dental bill.

After my short interlude I was finally able to get Vicky up off the nasty table she was leaning on. I had her legs supported by one arm and her torso supported by the other. I turned back around to see a young guy standing in my way. "Move, you little shit," I commanded.

"Hey man, I think that guy you knocked out put something in her drink. I can't prove it, but I think he drugged her. I just thought you should know," he replied.

My anger subsided after he told me this. I was still fucking pissed at the gross fucker who somehow drunkenly ran into my fist. Somehow that kid had gotten to me a little. "Thanks kid," I said. "Get your ass out of shit holes like this or you will end up looking like that ugly fucker." He just laughed a little as I walked away. 

Vicky was all sorts of fucked up. She was so sloshed she just couldn't keep it down any longer. By the time I pulled into my driveway she had vomited on herself a few times. Each vomit would cause her to wake a little, look around, and then fall back to sleep. This was a fucking familiar situation. She ended up doing the same shit in college on her 21st birthday.

My wife was true to her word. When I got home she had vacated the place along with all the kids. I was actually happy to see they were gone. Once I cleaned Vicky up I planned on having a quiet evening by myself. With vomit all over her I had one hell of a cleanup ahead of me.

I carried her to the bathroom, putting her drunk body into the tub. I took her clothes off, exposing her naked body. It had been years since I had last seen her tits. She certainly wasn't keeping her bush trimmed up anymore. On top of that there was a new tattoo addition on her hip, a cliche dolphin. Most people get them on their ankles, but take an overdone dolphin tattoo and put it on your waist then that would make you unique.

I threw her clothes in the wash then returned and washed her off with the shower the best I could. I carried Vicky's naked body to her bed then tucked her in. I was about to leave and let her sleep it off when I noticed a little book on her nightstand. I sat down on her bed and picked it up. Flipping through the pages I quickly realized what I was holding. 

For the last twenty years Vicky had been writing down her thoughts. Not just any thoughts, her thoughts about me. The first entry was the night after I first raped her. There were a myriad of entries after that which died out after about three months. Most of them detailed how much she hated me, which was understandable. Then there was apparently a long dry spell until after her 21st birthday when she was drugged at the bar. 

I read what she wrote about wanting me to rape her again. Before I read that I was still feeling awful about what I had done to her previously. After I read it I could feel my dick getting harder. She wanted me to fuck her? She wanted me to take her body by force? I pulled the blankets back off her body and looked at what lie before me.

I looked back at her journal and continued reading. I read her thoughts about sex, about getting fucked by me, about how she would imagine that she was being raped by me every time her husband had rough sex with her. The things that I had done to her had turned from a rage filled hatred to a lust filled desire. The more I read the more I realized how much she wanted me to fuck her. 

I put her journal back down on the nightstand and I looked back at her nude body. She was still had the same body I took advantage of on more than one occasion. Her tits had gotten floppy after breastfeeding her two boys. Lucky fuckers got to suck on those pretty puppies while they were full of milk. I can only imagine that they must have looked like fake porn star tits when she was breastfeeding. Now they were worn out old bags.

I grabbed one leg and pulled it away from the other. I looked down at her cunt, another sight I hadn't seen in years. Not only my sister's cunt but I hadn't seen a pussy in quite a while. Before me now was a pussy I could have without recourse. Who the fuck would know? Vicky would sleep through it and my wife would have no fucking idea. I wasn't worried about getting her pregnant either. Shortly after my wife got pregnant the second time I got myself a vasectomy. I could fuck her all I wanted without fear of knocking her up.

I looked back down at Vicky's cunt. How many dicks had made their way into her? How many men had shot their load up into that hole? From the sound of her journal there had only been a few, but could I really trust a journal to have all her sexual secrets? It mostly talked about me and no other. I ran my finger up and down her slit until the moisture began to build up into a soggy mess.

I wanted it. I was so fucking tired of rusty pussy and I needed to feel my sister's cunt wrapped around my dick. I took off my shirt and dropped my pants. My cock swung free with a hardened vigor. I lay next to my sister and sucked on her motherly tits. Her skin was as soft as I had remembered. Her pussy was more wet that I had ever seen it, not that I had a lot of experience with it.

I moved my body up on top of Vicky's unconscious body. I positioned my dick up against her cunt and let her lube rub up and down my cock. Oh, the long forgotten feeling of a cunt which was wet for me. I slid my cock into her cunt, savoring the feeling of pleasure. I began pumping my dick in and out of her, the feelings of our time together coming back. I felt the guilt of taking her body without her knowledge. The recently gained knowledge that she wanted me to fuck her had caused my guilt to pass quickly.

I pounded my dick in and out. It had been months since I had felt a pussy around my cock. The soft satin feel of her cunt worked my dick head like my wife couldn't. I paused for a moment to adjust her body. I lifted her legs up in the air and leaned heavily on the back of her knees. I buried my cock into her cunt again and continued fucking vigorously. I pounded her cunt until I milked every drop of cum from my shaft.

Instead of getting up and leaving I lay down next to Vicky. All my frustration with my wife, with the adjustment of having my sister move in, and all the frustration of having extra kids running around had been sucked out of me, by Vicky's cunt. Instead of having my quiet night at home I had a quiet night in my hoe. 

The next thing I remember was Vicky waking me up. "Zach," she said as she pushed her hand against me. "Zach, wake the fuck up."

I looked up at her, "Oh, hi," I said.

"Why the fuck are you naked and in my bed? What the fuck happened last night? Where is everyone else?"

Fuck. She hadn't been drugged and I had been caught, at least by Vicky.