J Watson: Two raped wives

Jennifer was taking a shower early the next morning when she heard Rena scream.

Quickly Jennifer turned the shower off and wrapped a towel around herself. She was running down the stairs when she nearly ran into a man she'd never seen.

He was a big, beefy man with a gun in his hand.

"You're the other one," he said, grinning. "It's okay now. We have him."

"You're a police officer," Jennifer said.

"I sure am."

He may have been a police officer but his eyes ran all over her body. She tugged at the towel so that so much of her flesh wasn't revealed.

He grinned and licked his lips.

"I'm supposed to bring you down," he said. "Shall we go upstairs and let you get dressed first?"

She felt the police officer's eyes on her, watching her hungrily, as she turned back up the stairs. Yet, she couldn't really concentrate on keeping her towel in place. She breathed a sigh of relief at every step.

For the first time she realized just how scared she really had been.

And now it was over. It was all over.

"I have some things in the bathroom," she said.

She'd somehow expected the police officer to stop just outside the door. That was the way the hero cop was supposed to do things. Instead, she was suddenly aware that he had followed her into the bathroom. He was leaning against the door with a leer on his face.

"Go ahead and dress," he whispered huskily.

"Aren't you supposed to wait outside?" she asked.

"Why, sugar?" he asked. "You showed it all to Dave Madden and he's a real sick fellow. You shouldn't mind showing a little to the officer who rescued you."

Jennifer was suddenly angry. This was no way for him to be treating her. He was acting like she was guilty of something. All she had done was try to stay alive.

"Get out," she said. "You're sicker than he is."

His face was clouded with anger as he pushed into the bathroom and slammed the door with a kick of his foot.

"You little bitch," he said. "Don't go calling me names. That boy crawled fifteen miles to tell us that Dave Madden was here. Fifteen Goddamn miles! It took him most of the fucking night and he may die from it. While you and your friend were here playing cozy little games. So don't call me names."

Her face grew pale and she felt her knees go weak. He couldn't blame the boy's condition on her. That wasn't fair.

"Let's see it," he said. "Let's see a little of what Dave Madden got!"

"My Lord," Jennifer said quietly.

She didn't protest as he reached for her towel. He ripped it away from her and his eyes blazed with lust. He rubbed himself between his legs.

"Jesus, what a body!" he said.

She expected him to take a good look and then hand her clothes to her. That may have been what he was planning to do until he saw her naked body. Now she saw he was getting other ideas.

"Baby," he said huskily.

"Don't you touch me," she said. "I'll scream. I'll scream the Goddamn house down."

"Nobody's going to care," he said, "my captain is downstairs with your friend. He's probably got it in by now. Hell, don't take on so. You've been giving it to Madden all along. The boy told us. He said you loved it."

"That's not true," she said. "I just wanted to stay alive. I just wanted to live."

She could tell by his lust-bloated face that there was nothing he wouldn't do to have her. He might be ashamed later, but right now he was thinking between his legs.

"Then you'd better do what I want," he said, "nobody but me knows you're up here and nobody will believe you after what the boy said. You be nice to me or I'm going to hurt you real bad. I know how. I could hurt you worse than Dave Madden!"

What he said was true. Nobody knew, for sure, if she was still alive up here. He could kill her and blame it on Dave Madden. He looked like he could do it.

He unzipped himself and reached inside his trousers. He pulled out his half-hard prick.

"Get on your knees," he said.

Jennifer sighed. There was really nothing she could do. She couldn't believe it was happening. After being raped by Dave Madden she was being raped by the officer who rescued her.

She dropped to her knees on the hard tile floor and took his prick in her fingers. She tugged it completely free of his trousers so that his hairy balls also dropped outside.

She felt his prick growing hard in her fingers. She wrapped her fingers tightly around his stem and began jerking him off. In a moment she had him completely hard.

She lowered her lips to the reddened stem and she felt him shudder.

"Jesus," he said softly. "Suck me, baby. Suck my big prick!"

The best thing to do was to get it over with and she knew just how to do that. She opened her mouth wide and sucked his cock completely between her lips. She sucked his prick down to his balls.

"God, baby," he moaned. "God!"

She fondled his balls gently as she moved her mouth up and down on his prick, all the while using her tongue to get him into a fever pitch of excitement.

"Good, baby," he moaned. "Good!"

He grabbed her by the back of her head and he began to fuck her mouth. He slammed his cock in her lips savagely and drove it deeper into her throat than she wanted to take him. A couple of times she almost choked, but she figured that it was worth it to get it over with quickly.

But he didn't want it over with quickly. As soon as the first spurt of jism leaked from his cock he pulled his cock away.

"Turn around," he said. "Grab the end of the tub. I'm going to fuck your sweet ass."

She turned around and gripped the end of the tub and she felt his hands parting her asscheeks. She felt his cockhead pressing snugly against her anus and she realized that he did intend to fuck her in the ass.

"No," she said, twisting around. "I've never. You can't do that."

"Fucking bitch!" he said, as he savagely struck her. She tasted blood from a cut lip as she went almost into the tub. He grabbed her by her ass and once again pressed his cockhead against her anus.

"I'm going to fuck you where nobody has before," he said. "I'm going to put my cock right up your asshole. I'm going to get a little of your sweet, virgin ass."

"Oh no," she pleaded, but he wasn't listening.

He reached around and grabbed her hanging titties. He squeezed painfully hard as he began to apply pressure to her tender anus. She squirmed to get out of his way but he held her too tightly.

"God, bitch," he said. "I want a little of your big ass! Fuck, this is going to feel good!"

He gave a savage shove and she felt his huge cock tearing into her virgin ass. She cried out loudly as she felt his prickhead lodged in her ass. He kept pushing as more of his cock went into her.

"Oh God," she wailed.

She felt as if she were being torn apart. His big cock went into her deep, all the way into her stomach. She felt his balls resting against her asscheeks.

"This feels good, bitch," he said. "Your big, soft ass feels really good."

He began fucking her in deep, hard strokes that made her entire body shake each time he entered her. After a few moments the soreness went away and it was replaced by new feelings.

"No," she said to herself. "Don't let me feel anything. Don't let me feel anything!"

But her body was already responding to him. His hands on her titties caused her nipples to become hard and she could feel a delicious wetness between her thighs.

"God, baby," he said, a little surprised, "you really are a hot bitch. You're getting turned on!"

"Yes," she admitted, "I'm getting turned on. I'm getting hot. Fuck my ass. Fuck it hard!"

His rhythm got harder and faster and she could feel his prickhead growing.

"Fuck me," she cried. "I'm coming. Your big cock is making me come. Oh fuck me harderrrrrrrr!"