Rape of an older woman

Gareman

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I've watched her leave the gift shop every night at eight o'clock. She locks the door and walks around to the back parking lot where the light blue Caravan waits. It hasn't changed since I began watching two months ago. But tonight it will be different.

I've waited for this night for eight weeks. Doing my homework, studying, listening to her phone calls (having tapped the phone long ago). I am very thorough. I am even more thorough with this one, because she is the woman I've dreamt of for years.

Beverly is a 48 year old married grandmother of two. She has been married for 28 years to a man who drinks and works too much. She still loves him, probably out of habit, but she lives for her three children and two grandchildren. Her gift shop gives her some money to spoil her grandkids and provide some luxuries that she and her husband wouldn't have otherwise. It seemed like a good idea five years ago, but now it's starting to take up too much of her time.

Why did I wait until tonight to carry out my well conceived plan ? Because this is the week of hubbie's big fishing trip with the guys. Early this morning, I watched as Ed and his four buddies piled into the SUV and drove away for a week of fun and frolic in the middle of God Knows Where.


As I watch her lock the front door, I start the car and drive to the house where my sweet victim will give me everything I demand. I've already made a key, so entry will be easy. In fact, I've spent most of the night in the house, waiting for the time to come for our little party.
 
As I lock the door of my small gift shop, and turn to go to my blue CarAVan, I feel the hairs rine at the back of my neck. I don't know why, but it is as if someone is watching me. Quickly I get in my car and turn the ignition, then drive the few blocks home.

Tonight I will be home alone. Ed left this morning with his friends on a big fishing trip. I don't care what he does, as long as he leaves me alone.

Ed is not a bad man, it's just that he's had so many disappointments in his life that made him turn to the bottle. He really tries and works his ass off everyday of the week, then drinks himself in a stupor every night. If I didn't still love him, I would have left him long ago.

He also loves me, our kids and grandkids, but he just cannot cope with his disappointments. All business ventures he ever tried, collapsed. Now he's just a lowly worker for a company that absorbed his last business. I asked him to help me manage my little gift shop, that I built up slowly from what little money I had saved. But Ed is too proud and not feeling a little resentment for the fact that my venture succeeded, while his never did. So he declined and continued to work for a measly wage, just enough to pay for our food and his liquor.

I don't blame him, and try to support him, financially and emotionally, as best I can. But for the last few years, he has pulled back from me, never touches me anymore or make love to me. At 48, I still need love and sex, but my husband denies it me. So I just live my empty life everyday, with my childrens' and grandchilrens' support, hoping that one day he'll become his loving and caring self once more.
 
I enter the house through the back door and wait. I knew it would be a short wait. As, I position myself behind the bedroom door, my heart begins to race with excitement.

I visualize Beverly and wonder what it will be like to have her to myself. I've always had deep sexual urges toward women in their forties, but from the first time I saw Beverly, I knew I had to have her. Sinking my hard cock into a her pussy was going to be a real rush. For the first time in two months, I was starting to feen anxious.

The sexual excitement was starting to cloud my mind. I forced myself to focus. The plan was working to a tee, now all I needed was a little more patience.

I heard the car pull into the attached garage. The sound of a cardoor opening and closing. A key being put into the lock...turning...opening the door. I tense and untense the muscles of my hands. The door closes... keys thrown on the table...footsteps to the room where I am waiting.


Common Baby, Come to your hot lover. I hope you're ready !!
 
Throwing my car keys and purse on the table, I start to unbutton my blouse as I walk into my bedroom. The door was half open, the way I left it this morning. I step straight across the room to the bathroom, intending to take a shower, to get off all the sweat and dust that's plastered on my body, taking off my blouse on the way.

In front of the bathroom door, I start to unhook my skirt, when I hear a sound behind me. Thinking my husband cancelled his fishing trip, I start to turn and....
 
Beverly walks into the room, throwing her blouse on a chair next to the bed. She continues toward the bathroom door, unhooking her skirt as she walks. I can't wait any longer.

Quickly I push the door and cover the distance between us. She turns questioningly at the sound I make, but I cover her mouth with my hand before she has a chance to scream.

"Hi there pretty lady," I whisper as I spin her around, wrapping my free arm around her waist. "I hope you like to have a good time, cause I've got plans for you."

I walk her to the bed.

"Now listen carefully," I warn, "Just do as you are told and I won't hurt you. If you decide to be cute, I will hurt you. Do you understand ?"


She nods, shaking with fear. I release her and tell her to finish removing her clothes. She slides her skirt down her legs. My cock hardens at the sight of this sexy middle-aged woman as she removes her pantyhose, panties and bra.

"Oh, Beverly you are sexy", I sneer lustily, "come over here."

She walks over, standing in front of me. I grasp a handful of hair and press my lips to hers.
 
I nod, shaking with fear. No, I'm really terrified of this young guy. I've seen him around, I remember. Lurking around my shop, also in the neighborhood of my house. I thought he was the sonof one of the other shopkeepers, a college type guy, sometimes running errands for other shopkeepers.

Slowly I take off the rest of my clothes, feeling ridiculous why this young man chose me, a middle aged grandmother, instead of a young girl to rape.

I start as he tells me: "Beverly, you are sexy." How does he know my name? Has he purposely sought me out? Me, who although 48 and mother of 2, still has a good and compact body and a pretty face? The thought sends shivers of fear up my spine. Why?

"Come over here," he commands, and I walk over to him, confused and frightened. But as he starts to kiss me, even though roughly, I strangely become excited. My husband hasn't touched me for a long time, preferring his bottle to my company at night. But I'm a normal woman with normal desires, and his young man's touch awakens things in me that has been supressed for a long time.....
 
My tongue drives into Beverly's mouth. My hand grasping her hair pulling her face tightly against mine. She struggles at first, but realizes that there is no use and begins to relax.

I break off the kiss and instruct her to kneel down in front of me.
 
FREEZE MOTHER FUCKER!

MADDOG, the bad ass cop and protector of the innocent bursts onto the scene...

"FREEZE YOU SICK FUCK! You're under arrest for attempted rape, depreivation and a shit load else!", shouts MADDOG

MADDOG cooly kicks the would be rapist in the nuts, sending him to the floor in agony.

"Are you alright Beverly?", asks the darling MADDOG. "You're going to be OK. MADDOG's here. This fuck is going to jail for a long time. He won't be able to hurt you any more."

Beverly's assailent claps at his crotch, trying to massage some life back into his split scrotom. MADDOG slaps the cuffs on him.

"You won't be using that for a while." says MADDOG coolly. "Hope you like boys too, coz you have the right to remain silent...."


THE END
 
Ignoring the "fear of being caught" images running through my mind, I instruct her to open my jeans. She doesn't resist. Kneeling before me, she unbuttons my jeans and lowers the zipper. Her experienced hands pull at the material, sliding the pants and underwear over my ass and down around my ankles.

She looks up at me with those deep brown eyes, waiting for my next instruction.
 
Smiling at Maddog: "Please officer, I've been deprived of sex for too long, please let us continue, and later you can have me too...."
 
Wait in line "Mr. Thought Policeman", you can use your handcuffs later.
 
I slide down to the floor, opening his jeans. My pussy is twitching and I feel my panties become soaking wet. I can't believe my reaction, but it seems that biology has taken over. And I'm not afraid anymore of this guy, he's young and inexperienced. I'm sure I can turn the tables on him by my skills, so that in the end he will beg me instead of rape me.

He is now standing naked before me, having shrugged off his shirt himself. This young man has a magnificent body, he must work out a lot I think. Tight abs, well defined biceps and leg muscles, and his pectorals look yummy.

And his love muscle: 8" of young hard cock, wide enough to please my middleaged pussy. Tentatively I wrap my hand around it: my fingers don't touch. Teasingly I lick the air around it, and impatiently he shoves himself in my face, but I turn sideways, still licking air. My other hand comes up to cup his balls, and gently I scratch him with my finger nails, and at the same time swipe my tongue across his cock head.

He moans, and impatiently tries to stuff himself in my mouth again. I look up at him and say: "Patience is essential if you want the pleasure to last." He nods his head, mouth half open. The tables are starting to turn, and I find I'm enjoying the game immensely.....
 
Beverly begins to tease my cock with her tongue. She's barely touching my skin, sending tingles of pleasure through my hard prick. She begins to slowly flick her tongue against the hole of my cock, Frenching my organ.

Her experience is obvious. She knows exactly how to make a man feel good. I feel as though I'm losing control of the situation. I guess that's not really that bad, as long as I get what I want. If I thought for one moment, that she had wanted this, I would have just asked her for it.

I honestly believe she liked the idea of being forced. It removes all responsibility and guilt from the situation.

I study her face as she licks my cock. She has such a classy look about her. She doesn't look her age, but her maturity is undeniable. The small lines at the corners of her eyes and mouth give her a beautiful, worldy appearance. I've wanted her for a long time and I feel confident now that I'm going to get everything I've wanted.
 
Conflicting thoughts enter my mind. Although I'm unmistakably starting to enjoy this, I remember that I'm a married woman, with responsibilities. By his reactions it is apparent that he likes what I'm doing. But I shouldn't enjoy this, after all, he forced me.

Still fondling his balls with my left hand, I lick my lips then start to lick his shaft from the base up to the head, ending at the corona, just under the cock head. Up and down I go over and over, as he moans with pleasure.

With a shock I realize I don't even know his name,but quickly I dismiss the thought. It doesn't matter. I wonder what he'd do if I try to get out of the situation. I look up and see that he's closed his eyes.

Suddenly I squeeze roughly on his balls, and push him away, then dash for the door and run to the living room. With a roar of pain he comes after me, catching me just as I reach the door to the foyer.......
 
The pain in my balls is excruciating, but I run to catch her. She is no match for me. I grab her by the arm, dragging her back into the bedroom.

"You shouldn't have done that !" I scream, "Get on the fucking bed."

The fear in her eyes has returned. The confidence that she had started displaying was gone. Now I'd take control !
 
Damn! Dressed only in a skirt has made me hesitate a bit, just enough for him to catch me. Otherwise I would have been able to run out of the house and scream for help. I just didn't want the neighbors to see me hald naked. Now I've angered him and have to face the consequences.

Cowering inside, I get on the bed, shaking to the core. "Please, don't hurt me, please," I beg him, seeing the rage in his eyes. "You're lucky you didn't bust my balls, bitch!" he says, "All I wanted is have a good time with you. You seemed to like it at first, but now I see I'll have to force you."

He rummages in my dresser drawers, finding some scarfs and starts to tie my arms spread apart to the bedposts. "Behave now, or I'll gag you too," he threatens. I nod my head mutely, scared at the way things have turned out. "Don't hurt me," I whimper, "I can't stand pain....."
"I won't hurt you if you do exactly as I say, and make me feel good, OK?" Again I nod .......
 
After securing her arms to the bedposts, I strip her skirt off, spread her legs and crawl between them. She is now totally helpless. I twist her nipples hard. She winces. I place my hard cock against her pussy and begin rubbing her clit. She tries to hide her pleasure, but she doesn't fool me. I continue to tease her, putting the tip of my cock inside her just to remove it again. She tried to fuck with my mind and now it's her turn. She's going to beg to be fucked.
 
Well, if he wants to have some fun and fuck me, let him just get on with it and be done, I think, as my fear starts to leave me. Then he starts to pinch my nipples and I wince in pain. This is not fun! At least not for me...

He drops his pants and steps out of them, his hard cock almost standing straight up. He crawls between my legs, and I brace myself for his penetration. Although I was wet before, the fear must have dried me up.

But instead of plunging straight into me and fucking me like crazy, he starts to tease me, rubbing his cock against my vulva, then inserting a little bit of the head, but with drawing again, rubbing again, now against my clit, the insert a little, withdraw again.... His teasing is making my body react, and without me wanting it, I become aroused. My pussy starts to ooze and throb, aching for insertion, and unconsciously I start to buck up to him, wanting him.

A moan escapes from my lips, and he sneers: "Tell me you like this. Tell me you want me to fuck you!" I close my eyes and my mouth tightly.
 
I continue teasing her, knowing that it was driving her crazy. My cock rubbed against her clit. She fought the pleasure that was obviously building inside of her.

"Beg me for it Beverly," I whispered, "tell me how much you want my cock inside you."

She refuses to give in.

I slide down between her legs and begin licking her pussy lips. She moans, trying to supress the growing fire inside of her. I suck her labia and tease her clitoris.

"Common baby, you know you need a good fucking, just tell me."
 
"Noooooooo," I wail, fighting the feelings of pleasure that he's causing me. And in contrast to his words, I open my legs further and push my hips up to meet his kisses.

I'm so hot, it's like I'm on fire. This young guy wants to fuck me, and I really want it, need it, too. But damn if I have to ask him. If he wants to rape me, he'll have to rape me. I will not beg him to!

So I start to close my legs and fight him off, kicking him wildly.
 
She fought her pleasure, denying the fire burning in her pussy. From her conversations, I had a clear picture of the unsatisfatory nature of her sex life. Her husband spent most of his time either drinking or passed out on the couch. She needed a good fucking and I was going to give it to her.

Without warning, she began kicking and thrashing around. I grabbed her legs behind her knees pushing her legs back and out. She had fucked around enough. I positioned my cock to her hole and drove it home. She screamed out.
 
"Aaaarrrgh," I scream as his cock fills my pussy to the hilt. When I was fellating him, I saw that he's much better endowed than my husband, and that excited me. But to really feel him in me, in my wet under-fucked pussy, brings me over the edge, and I start cuming so hard, as waves and waves of my orgasm flowed over me. My ears are ringing and my whole body is tingling, as I almost lose consciousness.

Then, as I lay limp on the mattress, he whispers: "Hah, you needed that, didn't you. How long ago did you last get a good fuck? Be nice to me and I'll give you all the sex you want."
 
Seeing her cum made me hornier than ever. I pumped my thick meat into her soaked snatch. Her orgasm had been so powerful that she seemed dazed for several minutes. I continued fucking her, harder and harder.

The sound of my cock sliding into her wet pussy filled my ears. I loved it !

Here I was living out one of my favorite fantasies, fucking a woman old enough to be my mother. The fight was gone from her, she was now all mine and I intended to take full advantage.
 
As I lay helpless with bound arms, he continued to pound into me. After what seemed like a long time, I start to feel his cock slide in and out of my pussy. His love making is crude and artless, but I hadn't been fucked for so long, it just felt good. But just as I start to enjoy it, he speeds up, grunts and cums in heavy spurts, deep inside me.

He immediately rolls off me, and kneels near my head. "Suck me," he commands. I turn my head away, but he forces me to face him and shoves his dripping cock in my face. "Lick it clean, and do it right!" he says, rubbing it on my lips. Reluctantly I stick out my tongue, and tentatively lick at him. I taste his and my own cum on him, and it's not an unpleasant taste.

I open my mouth wider, and he slides easily into my mouth. "Cum on bitch, you enjoyed it before, and if you're good to me, I'll fuck you again."
 
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