Donna Allen - Horny young housewife

It was the fifth day this month that he was working late. Toni thought it was strange. She was becoming convinced that he had a girlfriend. She didn't care. In fact she was amazed at how much she didn't care. She had lovers, after all. Cliff was entitled. A tiny wave of jealousy engulfed her, but she ignored it.

She stepped, into the shower and forced herself to think happier thoughts. She tried not to think about Angel and Cliff. Angel had become cold lately and Cliff was working late more frequently than ever. She lathered her tits and thought the unthinkable. Was Cliff having an affair with Angel? Was her best friend deceiving her?

When she climbed out of the shower and dried off in the bedroom, she once again had the feeling there was someone in the house. She slipped into a robe and began to go downstairs. She shrieked when she opened the door to the hallway. A man with a ski-mask covering his face shoved her back into the room and slammed the door behind him.

"Get on the bed," he barked in a voice she didn't recognize.

From the looks of him be was young. And mean. Toni stared at him, trying to see something about his body that she recognized. He became impatient and grabbed her wrist.

"I said get on the bed," he said, pushing her toward the bed.

She thought about all the things she'd read about rape. The man didn't seem to have a gun or a knife. Should she try and get away? The main thing was coming out of this in one piece. The main thing was not getting hurt.

She sank down on the bed and tried to keep her voice steady.

"Don't hurt me," she said. "I'll do whatever you want, but don't hurt me."

"Get that thing off."

She untied her robe. "Just don't hurt me." The thing is to do what he says and not give him any trouble. Then he'll just do it and leave. Just stay cool, Toni, she thought as she slipped her robe off. Just stay cool. It's only a fuck. It won't hurt.

She trembled as he opened his fly. He was well built and hopefully he wouldn't do anything kinky. She'd heard about rapists who couldn't get off unless they did weird things like pissing in a woman's face. She'd die if he did that to her.

She held her breath as the rapist climbed over her. He wasted no time in shoving his cock into her cunt. She prayed she wouldn't lubricate. She didn't want to become turned on. It would be too humiliating.

"Spread 'em," he rasped, and she quickly spread her thighs wide.

His cock wasn't very big, but it was good and hard.

"Just don't hurt me," she said. "Please, don't hurt me."

"Just fuck," he said, thrusting in and out of her cunt. "Just fuck and don't give me any trouble. Just fuck."

Toni felt herself lubricate despite herself. His cock slid in and out easily. What a slut he must think I am, she thought, I just got fucked by two men and here I am getting turned-on by a rapist.

"Dick me," she moaned. "Dick me with your big cock."

"Fucking stilt," he said.

"Ooohhh, don't stop," she sighed. "Oh, that's goody!"

She whimpered frantically when he withdrew, but purred when he stuffed his prick into her asshole. She shut her eyes. Don't look at him. Don't look at the ski-mask. Just feel his cock and dig it. Just feel it and dig it.

He finished up in her asshole and made her lick his prick clean. Then he zipped his fly and told her to give him ten minutes to get away.

"You almost ruined it for me by enjoying it so much slut," he said. "Remember. Stay in that bed for ten minutes. If you give me any trouble, I'll come back and rearrange your face."

Once the rapist was gone, Toni became depressed. Maybe he was right. Maybe she was a slut. What kind of woman enjoys being raped? It was ludicrous and yet she'd yelled like a whore for him to dick her.

She showered again and tried to wash every trace of the rapist away. She scrubbed her cunt and then scrubbed it again.

She opened a bottle of wine and drank down half of it as she tried to calm her nerves. She didn't know if she should call the police or Cliff or what.

She tried to phone Cliff at his office. The switchboard operator said he was gone for the day. She began dialing the police and decided against it. The police never caught rapists and even if they did it would mean going to court and trying to identify him. It was too much trouble for little reward. She'd been raped. There would be no way to change that.

Even though Angel was cool lately, Toni gulped another glass of wine and dialed her number. Steve answered and told her that Angel was at her mother's.

Toni fought back tears and when Steve sensed that something was wrong, she blurted out the whole story.

"You stay there," he said. "I'm coming over. Keep the doors locked. Those guys sometimes come back."

He didn't give her a chance to object and anyway she welcomed the company. She went around the house locking doors and windows and weeping. Steve would soothe her and stay with her until she felt calmer. She wondered what he was doing home in the middle of the day. Maybe he was home from the road this week. Anyway, she was just grateful that someone cared. Her own husband was no where to be found.

She felt bitter about Cliff not being in his office. If he was working late, where the hell was he? She applied fresh makeup and brushed her hair. She looked a fright and there was no reason to subject Steve to that.

When he arrived, she ushered him into the living room and burst into tears. He took her into his arms and stroked her hair.

"Do you want to talk about it?" he said. She told him she did and they sat down on the sofa. She told him about the rape, leaving out the part about enjoying it. He sat quietly while she talked and wept, and, when she was through talking, they sat close together, and she finally stopped crying.

"They say one of the feelings a woman gets stared she's raped is the feeling of guilt," he said.

Toni wiped her nose with a tissue. "It's true," she said. "Somehow I feel that if I'd been more careful it wouldn't have happened." Her eyes brimmed with tears.

Steve patted her shoulders. "Not true. The guy probably had his eye on you and when you were out he got into the house. Incidentally, how did he get in?"

"The patio door was open," she said. "We never expect anything had to happen around here. We're careless, I guess, but so is everyone else."

Steve took her hand. "Listen, another thing they say is that some women get turned off to sex after they're raped."

Toni nodded vigorously. Too vigorously. "I can understand that."

"I sure hope that doesn't happen to you, Toni, because it could affect your marriage."

"We're not doing too well lately anyway," she said.

Steve hugged her to him. "Yeah, Angel's acting kind of funny too. If I didn't know better, I'd say the two of them were having an affair."

It was obvious that he thought the idea was silly. Toni didn't. More and more she thought it was possible. First Cliff becomes distant. Then Angel suddenly doesn't have time for her. It all seemed to go get together too well.

Steve frowned. "They say you're supposed to get right back on a horse," he said.

"On a horse?" Toni sniffed.

Steve looked thoughtful. "Yeah, when you fall from a horse, in order not to be scared, you're supposed to get right back on."

"Meaning what?" she said ruefully. "Should I go out and look for the rapist?"

"Hell, no," he chuckled. "I just mean, if you want to get back on the horse, I'll be glad to oblige, Toni."

She stared at him. "Are you serious?"

He nodded solemnly. "I'll do it for you. Hell, Cliff's a good friend and you know how I feel about you. You just say the word. We could both probably use it right about now."

Toni couldn't believe her ears. She searched his face, but Steve looked perfectly guileless. Could he really mean what he was saying or was it simply a ruse to get her into bed?