Heather Brown: Wife turned on

"Spread your legs," he turned his attention to the lower part of my body. "I want to see your cunt."

Terrified for my life, I complied. Parting my thighs, I could feel my crotch straining against my thin panties.

"Good, it's a hairy one," he said as he peered up my open skirt. "I like to stick my cock inside hairy pussies."

"Then go ahead and do it!" I astonished myself by blurting. "Get it over with."

"It's not that simple. First you've got to tell me how much you want it."

"But I don't!" I protested. "I'm almost ready to vomit."

"Bullshit!" he snapped, and then reached forward and slapped my face for good measure. "I saw the way you drank my cum. You want it, bitch, and I know it. I just wanna hear it from you."

I tried to say something that would satisfy him; but my tongue was tied. I knew he'd only be content with the kind of filthy language that I'd never used in my life. Uttering obscenities seemed almost as repulsive to me as being sodomized and raped.

"Tell me your pussy is wet for my cock," he leered. "How good my ten inches will feel in your hairy twat."

"I… I can't," I whimpered.

But when he grabbed one of my exposed nipples and began brutally twisting it, I realized I could. The pain would have made me do just about anything.

"Okay, okay," I called him off. "I'll do it."

"Then start talking or I'll pull the Goddamn nipple right off your tit."

"Fuck me!" I bleated it flat-out. "Stick your big, hard cock in my cunt and fuck me!"

"You want it bad, don't you, bitch?" He grinned.

"Yes. I want to feel your prick in my pussy. I want you to come between my legs the way you did in my mouth. Make my cunt run with your cum."

"Okay, bitch, you got it," he hissed and then shoved his hand between my open legs. Seizing the crotch of my panties, he ripped the flimsy fabric from my body. Now my bottom half was as thoroughly exposed as my top.

I expected him to fall between my legs and begin raping me right away. To my surprise, however, after stripping me of my panties, he backed away. Apparently he still had some games he wanted to play.

"Now," he said, "I want you to show me how much you want it."

"How?" I asked. "I don't know what you want me to do."

"Put your hands down there and spread your cunt open. Pull the lips apart and make your hole wide for my cock."

Except for bathing, I rarely touched the area around my groin. The idea of manipulating myself in a sexual way seemed dirty and disgusting.

But then, of course, my life had never depended on it. When he repeated his command, I did as he asked.

However, even that wasn't enough. Not only did he insist that I handle myself, now he demanded that I tell him about it. Describe it in words. Obviously he got a big kick out of hearing me talk dirty.

"My cunt is wide-open for your cock," I heard myself describe the situation between my legs.

"How open?" he egged me on. "Stick your fingers inside yourself and tell me how far they go. Finger-fuck yourself and get your pussy ready for my cock."

With no choice, I slipped one, and then two fingers in my gaping slit. When he snapped, "All the way," I shoved them in to the last knuckles.

To my surprise it was wet and sticky in there. It was like putting my fingers into a jar of honey. My first inner touch of my pussy was a damp one.

"How is it?" he eagerly asked.

"My pussy is sopping," I confessed in the gutter language he so craved. In truth, I was gradually becoming more used to it. The filthy words were starting to roll more easily off my tongue.

"Move your fingers around," he ordered. "Fuck yourself with them."

"Mmmmmm," I moaned from the sudden spasm caused by my wriggling digits, "that's what I'm doing."

"Now find your clit and push it with your thumb," he instructed. "Let's see you really get yourself horny."

My thumb slid up the side of my crack and parted the meaty folds at the top where the lips came together. A stiff nubbin of flesh popped out like a concealed doorbell.

Automatically I pressed it. The response was immediate and electric.

"Oh, my God!" I cried. "My cunt is on fire!" During the pause that followed I realized both of us knew that for the first time the rapist had nothing to do with my steamy remarks.

A strange, involuntary feeling had come over me. Although I recognized it as undeniably sexual, it was more intense than anything I had ever felt between my legs. Even making love with my husband had never produced this powerful a sensation.

I couldn't stop masturbating. It was fantastic how I instinctively knew just where to touch. My crotch became wetter and wetter.

Whether I liked it or not, the dirty words describing my action came more and more naturally to me. Then, in a short time, they were joined by thoughts just as lewd. Incredibly, I was starting to see and think of my spread-eagled body as the rapist did.

I'll spell it out to you. My breasts became tits. Rather than a vagina between my legs, I had a pussy – a cunt.

"Oh, my cunt is so tight," I breathlessly told him between miniature orgasms. "I can feel the walls pressing around my fingers."

"Wait'll you feel my cock inside you," he practically drooled.

"I don't think I can wait!" I feverishly exclaimed. "Fuck me now – please, please!"

I pulled my hand out of my snatch and impulsively grabbed for his cock. My grip was slippery because of the pussy juice on my fingers, but once I had him he didn't get away.

Now I began drawing his twitching cock toward my dripping, wide-open cunt. "Fuck me… fuck me… fuck me," I was droning over and over again.

As the head of his prick slid between my pussy lips I forgot all about being raped. Instead of a victim, I'd become a horny woman dying for a long, deep fuck.

The rapist had mentioned that his dick was ten inches long. By my estimation that meant it was about four inches longer than my husband's. This meant that when my cunt had been penetrated as far as it was used to, there were still four thick inches of prick remaining. I wanted them badly.

"Fuck me all the way!" I pleaded. "I want to feel your balls squashing against my twat!"

"Is this the biggest cock you've ever taken?" he asked as he drilled me with the final inches.

"Oh, yes, yes," I whimpered from the full insertion. "It feels like the head of your prick is inside my womb. I've never been fucked so deep."

"And hard," he promised, beginning to plow away with deep, scathing thrusts.

"Fuck me harder, harder!" I screamed. "Fuck me until you split me in two with your huge cock!"

Automatically I wrapped my legs around him. Locking my ankles at the small of his back, I crunched him into me so that it really did seem as though his lancing tool were going to sever my body in two.

"God," I shrieked uncontrollably, "your cock feels so good in my cunt! So fucking good! Is my pussy tight enough for you?"

He breathlessly agreed that it was. Incredibly, no compliment my husband had paid me had ever pleased me so. In my sexual frenzy, being told by a rapist that I was a good lay seemed like the highest praise I could receive as a woman.

We fucked so hard that we rolled out of the gutter and into the middle of the street. The rough pavement was scraping into my flesh, but I didn't care.

All I cared about was fucking with his huge cock in my tight, wet cunt. The orgasms had built and built and built until I was coming so hard I felt like I was soaring through space.

"Play with my tits while you're screwing me," I urgently requested. "Suck my nipples."

When he started doing it, I immediately became greedy for even more action. Taking one of his hands, I shoved it down to where our crotches met and guided the longest finger between the sweaty cheeks of my ass.