Heather Brown: Wife turned on

One night, after thinking about it all day, I finally accepted my fate, the inevitable.

Getting out of bed, I had decided to live my life as it was instead of depressing myself about what it had been. I was what I was, for better or worse.

Having no money for a cab, I walked all the way to the deserted neighborhood where it had all started. By the time I arrived, it was after midnight. I prayed I wasn't too late.

The same phone booth was there. Since I'd been there last, the telephone had been entirely ripped out, but I stepped inside anyway.

After all, it wasn't making a call I was interested in, but in giving the appearance of being trapped.

Rape bait!

Nothing happened at first, but I would linger as long as I had to. I wanted to be brutalized. God, how I wanted it!

Then, after about twenty minutes of anxious waiting, I heard the footsteps I craved. Because of a fog that had rolled in, their owner was shrouded, adding to the excitement.

My breath caught in my throat as the footsteps came closer. I could feel my pussy getting wet. Since I was wearing no panties the juice immediately began pouring down my thighs.

I couldn't see him until he was at the door of the phone booth. Then the shock of recognition shot through me like an orgasm.

The leering smile, the unshaven face. It was the same guy.

He pulled his cock out of his pants without saying a word and I immediately began to slobber over it.

"I knew you'd be back," he smugly said. My answer was to slump down in the booth, spreading my legs under my upraised skirt. My bare cunt popped out into the open, throbbing with desire.

"Rape me," I begged.

He laughed triumphantly and then grabbed me by the ankles. Pulling me out of the phone booth like a sack of garbage, he skidded my bare butt across the pavement until I was deposited in the stinking gutter – the perfect position fat a fallen woman like me.

He fell to his knees, pushing his pants down so his entire hairy, flexing crotch was showing. Even in the fog I could see all of his throbbing male equipment as though it were high noon.

What a cock! It was made for my cunt!

"Rape me! Rape me!"

Of course he was perfectly willing – but not without the rapist's foreplay. No, first he had to slap me around. Rip open my blouse and sadistically twist the nipples of my braless tits. Make me suffer.

In my physical agony, I loved it.

Then, at last, he got down to the main business of planting his cock in my cunt. The instant the head of his prick slipped between my pouting pussy lips I knew that this was the moment I'd been waiting for ever since it had happened the first time.

With my ass drenched with sewer water, I threw my legs around his waist and drew him into me. Inch after inch of phallic steel plunged like a sword up my tight cunt hole. At last we were fucking!

I was doing the number with the man of my dreams. Raped by the thug of my nightmares.

With his cock brutally fucking my cunt I felt like I had come full circle. Now the ordeal I had endured since our first encounter made sense.

He pounded away inside me. My pussy got tighter and tighter and his prick surged deeper and deeper. Finally his balls were churning against the lips of my cunt, rubbing them raw.

I started to come. Rape-orgasm was like a laxative, purging the last of the middle-class guilt from my system and washing it away.

I was free. Free to fuck. To be nothing but a cunt.

With my legs wrapped around the rapist, his cock in my pussy to the hilt, I was the woman I was born to be. All of the acquired characteristics I had accumulated over the years were gone.

The rapist was Adam and I was Eve. The gutter was the Garden of Eden. It was the beginning of time for me.