Donna Allen - Family raped and ravaged

She could tell he was having a hot time now. She could hear him breathing hard as he churned his fucker in her cunt. Yes, he was having a ball doing it. Well, she wasn't. She hated it as always, but he was going on a trip, and she told herself she had to fulfill her wifely duties. It was sinful the way he took so much pleasure in fucking her. They were not having children anymore, and she didn't need the fucking.

Then she felt him speeding up. He was ramming her cunt now. She could hear him grunting. His hand squeezed her tit with more force. How she hated it. Like two beasts. That big prick of his fucking in and out of her pussy. The way he grunted each time he slammed against her. His hand was hurting her tit. The bed was shaking now. She was glad Cindy was out of the house. She hated it when Phil was so vigorous like this.

Then he made a raspy noise in his throat as he started cumming. She could feel him pumping his cum-load in there. He groaned as he pounded against her ass. His cock was like an animal burrowing inside her body. God shouldn't have made it like this. It was too awful for a woman. She couldn't bear it. She could feel his jism gushing out. She hated the sticky slime that came out of his cock. One time, he had cum in her hand, and she had been thoroughly disgusted with it.

He was finished now. His hand opened to release her tit. He pulled back, pulled his slimy cock out of her cunt as he rolled over on his back with a groan.

She quickly left the bed and went to the bathroom. She closed and locked the door, and she sat down on the toilet to let his jism run out of her cunt. How disgusting it was. She wiped her pussy. She wanted to get to sleep again. She was glad they'd agreed he'd have breakfast at the airport. Now he'd get out of the house and leave her alone. When she went back to the bedroom, she found him already out of bed and dressing to leave. She climbed onto the bed and pulled the sheet over her.

Phil looked at her and smirked. "Tired?" he asked.

Ellen closed her eyes and replied, "There's nothing wrong with that."

"If you liked fucking, you wouldn't be so tired."

"Let's not have a fight."

"You really don't like it, do you?"

"I like it as much as I can."

"Bull shit!"

"Phil, you'll be late for the plane."

"You're frigid, Ellen."

"I'm not anything. I'm just an ordinary woman."

"Yeah, sure."

"I can't help it the way I was brought up."

"You're like an icebox in bed."

"And you're like an animal."

"Oh, shit!"

They continued bickering with each other and gradually it became hotter. She wished he'd leave. She wanted to cry, but she wouldn't give him the satisfaction. Thank God, Cindy was out of the house. Then finally Phil was ready to leave. He came over and sat on the edge of the bed.

"Okay, let's forget it. Let's not fight about it," he said, then leaned over and kissed her good-bye.

She kissed him back. She did love him. They were just two ordinary people, and they needed each other. He patted her cheek and smiled at her. "Take care of yourself while I'm gone. And Cindy too."

Then he walked out. She waited until she heard the front door close, and then she sighed and relaxed. All right, he's gone, she thought. After a while, she left the bed and turned the television on. She was depressed about the argument. The news was on, but she was too distracted to listen. She vaguely heard something about escaped convicts. She paid no attention to it. She had her own problems.

She yawned and rubbed her eyes as she walked into the bathroom. She looked at herself in the bathroom mirror. Her eyes were bleary. She smiled at herself. Life wasn't that bad. She didn't have a hard life, not like some women. She and Phil had a nice house, and it was far enough away from the city to almost be in the country. Far enough away to hear the crickets at night. She liked it this way. She liked the isolation.

Sometimes Cindy complained it was too dull, but there was something to be said for being all the way out here, away from the wickedness of the city. She was happy that Phil made enough money to keep her at home. But now that Cindy was growing up, Ellen had been thinking about a job. She was in no rush.

She squeezed some toothpaste out on the brush and brushed her teeth. After that she went to the kitchen and had some orange juice. She poured out some of the coffee Phil had made, sipped it and put it down. She thought about Phil fucking her before. Of course he was right about her being cold. She just didn't like fucking. She wasn't turned on by sex. Men didn't turn her on at all. She didn't like looking at Phil's cock and balls when he was naked.

Sometimes it was nice when he touched her. If he was very gentle, she sometimes liked to be touched. She liked it when he whispered in her ear. That was the way he'd courted her. It seemed so long ago, she could hardly remember it. All those evenings on her front porch, with her parents carefully watching them from inside. She liked romance. She liked it when he told her she was beautiful.

She finally left the kitchen. She went back to the bedroom and into the bathroom again. She climbed into the shower and turned the water on. In a moment she was drenched.

She felt better under the shower. Phil would be gone a few weeks and maybe she'd have time to do something in the garden. She might even go into the city to do some shopping. It wasn't a bad life. A woman had to learn how to cope.

She lathered her body with a bar of soap. She thought of Phil again as she ran the soap over her tits. He always liked her tits. She fondled her body as she soaped herself. She slipped a hand between her legs to do her pussy. She ran the bar of soap between her cunt lips. Her pussy was still tender from the fucking. When she had her cunt gash soaped up, she touched her clit with her fingers. She remembered how Phil had once told her she had a big clit and that he was surprised because women with big clits were usually turned on to sex.

Well, he didn't know everything, did he? She started rubbing her clit slowly. She was no stranger to masturbation. She'd always done it. She couldn't remember the first time, but it had to be when she was very young. No matter how much she disliked fucking, she always came when she masturbated. Her little secret. Of course, it was sinful. But she told herself it was only a little sin. A woman needed some way to relieve the tension.

Now she tried her middle finger inside her cunt hole. She screwed the finger around a bit. Part of it was to get clean, but it did feel good if she did it just right. She used another finger to touch her ass hole. Every once in a while, Phil talked about fucking her ass. Of course, she wouldn't allow it. It was a filthy idea. And she was certain it would tear her apart if he tried ass-fucking her.

She kept rubbing her cunt until she had a small orgasm. She never allowed herself anything more. Just a small climax to get some of the edge off her nerves.

She finally finished in the shower. She came out and dried herself off on the bathroom rug. She brushed her hair, then she put a robe on and went back to the kitchen.

The coffee in her cup was cold now, and she poured another cup out of the simmering pot. She sat at the kitchen table drinking the coffee as she stared out the kitchen window to the garden.

She wondered what went on in other marriages. The nearest home was a good distance away. Two old people. She didn't have many friends. Not since they'd moved here from Denver. She didn't mind it. Cindy seemed happy. And Phil was doing very well in his job.

Of course, she had this restlessness inside her. She told herself it was natural, because she wanted more children and it hadn't happened. Then suddenly she heard a noise somewhere in the house. Or maybe it was outside the house. She wasn't concerned. She'd always felt safe out here. Then she heard a noise again, and this time it was clear it was inside the house.