Raping Jacelyn

I didn't really mean to do it. It's not as if it was something I was planning to do, or anything. I was just presented with a possibility and then all the pain, anger and shit just started to explode me. Anyway, I was trying to cool off when I went from pissed to furious in about 2 seconds – all the time it took for me to see her and mistake her for who I thought she was. Hell, maybe I had actually 'planned' it; it just didn't turn out quite the way it was supposed to. I guess you'll have to be the judge of that.

Marcy and I had been going together for about a month and I had taken her all sorts of great places: you know, all the places a girl wants to be taken and the places she wants to be seen. I mean, we hit some of the fanciest restaurants in Jersey and so many of the hot bars and clubs I can't begin to tell you! I even took her to some of the off-Broadway shows that she wanted to see. Bottom line: I spent a fortune wining and dining this girl. It wasn't bad at all, though. She was drop-dead cute with the thin figure, dark hair, and a very curvy body for such a small Korean girl. Guys were always catching a look at her and, sometimes, they'd even make sure I saw them doing it, offering a knowing smile or a wink just to let me know they were thinking the same thing I was thinking: this is one hot bitch and she's got to be an animal in the sack. So, I was plenty happy dropping all the spare cash I had on Marcy and showing her off around some places I wouldn't have been caught dead popping into otherwise. And Marcy seemed to enjoy herself, too. I mean, she walked like she knew she was being watched when we get in public, showing off her figure and beautiful smile. She didn't seem all that upset that she was getting out to places with a guy who looked like me, either. I mean, I'm no movie star or jock but I've got what most girls say is a large measure of both looks blended together: about 6'2", 195 lbs. and a well-groomed, light-skinned Black complexion. In other words, I get a lot of attention – I don't need to beg for it - and I've never been long without a woman, you know? I got more than my fair share of bitches but I did it with class; I wasn't out there just trying to bang everything I could get so I took 'em out, went places with them, showed them a good time before I got to 'open the ol' prize package'. I think I did pretty damned good with 'em horizontally, too, you know? I'm no John Holmes but I've got a fair 9" of "pleasure piece". No complaints there.

So what the fuck did I do wrong, man? I come to her place with flowers before an evening planned to include another 4-star dinner, some clubbing around the 'invitation only' places I've got friends, and then the 'payoff'! I mean, this was the night and I deserved it tonight! Hell, I'd paid for it, hadn't I?

Well, the little bitch had ESP or something because she caught drift of my intentions long before I got to her place. So, I pull up in my taxi, jump out, stroll up to her apartment building's gated door, and ring the bell. It takes way too long for a reply when I'm expected so I ring it again, a bit concerned she's going to be late and I'll have to let the cab go or pay for a long wait. I'm just about to ring it again and lay on the fuckin' thing when I hear the speaker click on and then Marcy's voice. She's sorta giggling and asked who it is so I saw what the game is: she's pretending she doesn't remember we're going out tonight and wants to play with me. OK, that's cool and two can play that mess so I tell her I'm the pizza guy and I've got the order for #216, her place. She giggles some more and I thought I heard something strange just before she replied to come on up and 'deliver' as I hear the buzz to unlock the outer door.

I take the stairs to the second level and walked down the hall towards her door and get that funny feeling again as I get there. I don't know why but I did. If I had followed that feeling, would I have knocked on the door, kicked it in, or walked away? I'll never know because I was 'still playing the game and knocked as the pizza delivery man'. There's a lot of giggling from the other side of the door, some scrambling around and the door opens widely to reveal Marcy wrapped in a bath towel but completely dry. I would have been pissed thinking about the cab and all but she was beaming that smile that I wanted to fill with come of my 9" so I just reached out with the flowers and said,

"Surprise! No pizza!" and pushed the door the rest of the way open and walked into the apartment. Well, I'll be damned if there wasn't some huge Black sucker sitting on the loveseat in nothing but his boxers and grinning at me like a Cheshire cat. It's like time completely froze up and I still standing there, holding flowers like an idiot, mouth hanging open. Then they both start laughing at me. Marcy's almost doubled over as she staggers back to the loveseat and crawls up onto the punk's lap, losing the entire top of her towel's cover while doing so and rubbing her bare breasts against the punk's chest.

"There's been a slight change of plans, homeboy". The guy's voice is booming and I beginning to get the impression he's neither all that uncomfortable to be caught in his shorts with my nude girlfriend nor worried about what I might do about it. I still can't believe it and, through the sound of blood rushing through my ears, I can barely hear Marcy say,

"Yo, Kevin, honey. No pizza, no party. So, uh, why are you here?" Again there's that laughter like the best joke in the world had been told. Shit, I guess I was the best joke in the world.

"Why are you doing this, Marcy?" was all I could stammer into the peals of hilarity. I got the picture; I just wasn't able to wrap my mind around it fast enough. Oh, but they helped me along with that right away.

"Yo, K-Dog, man. You been replaced and I'm waitin' for some pizza so you just passing by or what, man?" Now Marcy's laughing her ass off (letting more and more of her towel slip down, revealing her entire back and upper hips) and the grin on this punk's face is so haughty and self-assured I just wanted to put my foot in it.

"So, it's like this, man? You just come in here and fuck my woman for me to see and humiliate me? Man, that's just plain wrong, punk. Just plain wrong."

As soon as the word 'punk' came out of my mouth, the expression on the punk changed. It didn't loose its swagger but the smile froze there for a second and his entire body tensed. Marcy noticed, too, and lessened her mirth a notch while wrapping her arms around him, loosing the entire rest of her towel in the process, revealing that body I had only had the chance to dream about over $75 dinners and $20 drinks. Her ass was absolutely stunning and I wanted a piece of it so bad at that moment that I almost forgot why I was seeing it. Marcy reminded me: she slid a hand down the front of Mr. Punk-ass' chest and down into his shorts, pulling them away from him in the process and revealing a thick tool I really didn't need to see. But they both were looking at me looking at it and the hysterical laughter from both returned in full. I could feel the blood rushing to my face as I tossed the flowers down in the doorway. And for a split second, I thought about the blade I always carry strapped to my side. I'd never have done it (At least, I don't think I would have.) but the thought of showing it to them just before I let it fly – hoping to hit either one of them – crossed my mind. Then I just turned around and walked out, leaving the door wide open and feeling as well as hearing their glee on my back.

In the halls, doors were open on both sides of Marcy's opened door with people looking out into the hall to see what was so damned funny. What they saw was a badly shocked guy, dressed to the nines, with the beginnings of tears in his eyes. Most of them guessed this wasn't a good time to join in the amusement but more than one stared with smirks, obviously having heard enough to know the entire story. It was like walking a gauntlet as I opened the door to the stairs, this time, for the last time. I wasn't at all sure I could walk down one flight but I sure as fuck wasn't going to stand in that hallways and wait for the elevator doors to open.

By the time I reached the curb of the street, I had $50 in my hand. The cabbie looked a bit confused but I opened the back door, reached inside, and tossed the cash on the back seat (since the cab had a protective window between the driver and the passenger sections. I didn't bother to close the door before I turned and started walking down the street. It was summertime and the late evening heat was just enough to make walking miserable but I found a smile on my face that fought back the tears of humiliation.

When I got home (easily two hours later), I saw that smile and, for the first time in my life, it was hated because it was nothing more than a fuckin' lie.

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Everything was cool for about a day and then I started remembering all the places Marcy had talked about going and how she got there. The one that stuck in my mind the most was the subway from uptown to the southern suburbs. I couldn't remember why she said she took it and I never knew what time of day she did. I don't know why I started taking it, either. I wasn't about to try to see the bitch again and I wasn't going to get into some bullshit on a train. But I was possessed with taking that train and looking, constantly looking for that long, black hair and that thin, curvy figure.

Then, one day, I saw it. I wasn't standing more than two feet away from her and my heart just about jumped out of that same lying smile I'd had plastered on my face for weeks. I saw sheet music in her hand and knew Marcy wasn't a musician. Then, looking at her a bit longer, I realized this girl (and she was a lot younger than Marcy, maybe late teens at the most) defiantly wasn't the bitch who'd intentionally hurt me so badly. Still, I was drawn to this girl who looked so much like the Marcy I last remembered totally nude with some punk-ass' cock in her hand. So, I commented on the music she held when she caught my eye. I could see she fell for my charm almost immediately and we chatted for a few minutes before she came to her stop and went for the door. As soon as she did, I went for the other door, rudely pushing my way through the crowd and just got to it as it closed. I was furious and immediately hit the door. For some reason, it opened and I rushed out, looking for that familiar hair and body again and hoping it wasn't looking right at me tumbling out of the train after her. But, twice in a row, luck was with me and, like the door opening when it wasn't supposed to, I saw the girl walking out of the terminal the opposite direction and I was easily able to follow her un-noticed through the crowds.

That wasn't so easy when she turned towards her apartment: nobody was nearby and I quickly closed the gap between us, not know what I was going to do or even why I was doing it. She only turned around right as she opened the outer door.

"Oh! You live here, too?" just flowed out of my mouth and the carefully locked look of mild amusement on my face was have reassured her because she didn't seem too shocked to see me. She smiled with almost the same radiance as Marcy had and I knew right then and there what I was going to do. Why I was going to rape this girl was now clear to me: I was going to be raping 'Marcy' for never giving me the chance to get what I'd paid for, what she had just given away to some stranger. And I was going to get everything I could get from this cute little bitch if I couldn't get it from the whore that deserved it. Nevermind that this little girl had done nothing to warrant being fucked by force for someone else's bullshit. I was gonna get something bought and paid for at the expense of any bitch available. The fact that this one happened to look like Marcy was just a bonus.

"No, actually I'm house-sitting for a relative who lives her but she's away on vacation." I was getting a hard-on just thinking how easy this was going to be! And, while in the elevator and looking down at her in her light summer tank top and shorts, I was getting hotter by the minute. I could see the outline of a bra and panties but that just got me hotter, thinking this isn't 'some whore I was going to get'; this was a more pure and innocent example of the bitch gender. And just being one of those, she deserved everything she was about to get.

We walked right up to the apartment door while still chatting and she turned to say 'goodbye' just as she opened it. A quick look up and down the hallway just before she had turned I was committed. I quickly pushed her through the opened doorway and into the apartment in less than two seconds. She opened her mouth to yell and all my anger for Marcy just exploded out of me. I punched this girl in the stomach and her scream died in its birth. She doubled over and fell. I pulled my blade and knelt down besides her, telling her that screaming again wouldn't be a good idea and I may have to cut her if she tried.

She didn't have her breath back yet so I decided to make sure what she'd told me about being there alone was really the truth. I pulled her to her feet, feeling her warm tender body against me, and started walking her through the apartment, sightseeing and hoping not to meet anyone she didn't think was here.

We took the tour slowly and quietly, the knife always close enough for her to think it was coming the second she tried anything. As I pushed her forward feeling her tight ass against my stiffening groin, I got too hot to wait any longer and reached under her top to play with her tits. Beneath the light top, they didn't look anywhere near as large as they were in my hand and I was doing a lot more groping her than looking around the apartment but we went through every room and there was obviously nobody there. All the personal pictures were of people other than 'tonight's toy' as well. Along the way, I told her just how much she was going to enjoy this, how much she was going to remember this day forever. She was crying by then but I didn't care. As long as she had a healthy fear of what I might do, she'd be more willing to do what she would need to have to do.

We worked our way back the bedroom I'd already searched and I easily tossed her onto the bed. She looked fantastic there: hair in disarray, scared and crying. I had her clothes pulled off in no time at all and I was once again taken by her beauty. Apparently Asian of some sort, she was exceptionally well proportioned with a breathtakingly attractive body. She started to curl up a bit so I climbed onto the bed, pinned her on her back and pulled a belt from a robe to tie her hands over her head.

Seeing her that way – completely helpless and totally in my power – brought the anger back out of me and I wasn't very easy on her when I started to kiss her and she pulled away. And now her crying was getting on my nerves so I slapped her (a bit harder than I intended) and warned her to stop crying and start kissing me like I was kissing her. To her credit, she pulled herself together and did a damned good job kissing me. I mean, I was all over her mouth with my tongue and lips but she went right along as though she was totally in love with me or something. It was incredible and we kissed for a long time, almost like lovers would. I had my eyes closed a lot and, when they were, I was kissing Marcy like I used to kiss her: the way we kissed before she decided to show just how much of a bitch she was.

The kissing got me completely involved in this girl, tho, and I was all over her large firm breasts soon enough. They tasted a bit salty from the heat but that flavour led quickly to something vaguely akin to cream. I just couldn't get enough of them but my hands began to wander and they soon found her lightly unshaven cunt, the pubic hair so fine that it almost looked like very fine down. I rubbed her pussy lightly for a while and found her vaginal opening to be exceedingly hot and tight. It was like feeling up a girlfriend I had as a teenager but I went a lot further this time than then. This time, my fingers found their way inside and I began to gently finger-fuck her until her pussy opened like a rosebud becoming soaked and increasingly inviting. When my fingers were completely wet from exploring around inside her, I showed her just how much she wanted to be fucked. On impulse, I pushed a sticky finger into her mouth and made her taste her own pussy, sucking her juices off it before I returned to my examination of my 'toy'.

All this playing with her body got mine in high gear, you know? So, I untied the little bitch and pushed her onto her knees beside the bed. I sat in front of her and told her to suck some cock. She was looking at my raging hard-on with a look of disgust. With my temper so close to the flash point, that pissed me off again and I slapped her hard once more. This time I meant for it to hurt and it clearly did. The girl opened her mouth immediately and I took that as a good opportunity to push her head down hard, ramming my cock into her mouth. Once it was in there, she did what she was told to do and, in seconds, I was in bliss. Al first, I let her do all the work and just sat there enjoying the feeling of her tongue rubbing the bottom of my cock with her lips pressed tightly around a good portion of it. Then I couldn't stand it feeling that good and remain dormant any longer. I started fucking her face while I leaned back and watched. Seeing those pretty lips and that cute face stuffed full of my prick didn't take long for me to feel the rush coming. I knew I was going to cum less than 5 seconds before it started but I was able to lean forward and grab the back of her head, forcing it down as hard as I could while pushing my cock up high. The cum was epic and I must have damned near choked her from the blast and the fact that most of my cock was now rammed down her throat, pumping its load in waves of pleasure. I held her head there until I got the last of the cum down her throat before pulling her on the bed to lay down beside me.

As soon as I lay next to her, the feelings of remorse and anger collided in my conscious and I started spouting off about Marcy. Before long, I had told this stranger most of the damned story while holding her as if she were my new lover and was willingly in bed with me. But talking about what a fuckin' bitch Marcy had been brought out all the times I had been screwed over by other women, too. Just laying there next to the girl I had just raped in the face showed me that I had been played for a sucker many a time and I hadn't even noticed it! The madder I got, the more I wanted this hot little bitch to pay for all the bitches who had fucked with me over the years. I finally got her name out of her Jacelyn and I told her that I loved the way she looked, all the while imagining that I was talking to Marcy and planning her rape instead.

I moved back to Jacelyn's breasts. They still tasted as fine as before and I played her juicy pussy with my fingers as I sucked those nipples and nuzzled her breasts. Those nipples stayed in my mouth for a long, long time before I got interested in whatever the flavour was that I'd forced her to taste. I moved down her body, carefully keeping an eye on her for any sign of her deciding to take a notion of moving away. She didn't seem to have any more fight in her so I was comfortable when I'd gotten my face above her still damp cunt. I looked at through the sparse, soft hair surrounding that perfectly shaped hole and thought how much I had jerked off to images like this when I was young and lookin' at dad's skin mags. Jacelyn looked just fuckin' succulent and I had my mouth near her clit for barely more than a moment before her aroma almost made me loose my mind. If I thought her tits had tasted fine, the scent coming from her crotch was better than the most tender of steaks! I spread open her taut thighs widely and buried my face in that sweet cunt. I'm a pussy eater from way back man, ya know, but this was by far the best piece of ass I had ever had the privilege of eating out! My tongue was lapping up the finest wetness on the planet and I kept my face pressed tightly between her thighs, eating her out far longer than I would have chose to, being that I was raping this girl and didn't need to be doing this for her pleasure, ya know? But I couldn't help it: this was just too good to stop licking and sucking until I had gotten my fill. Jacelyn didn't seem to mind what I was doing at all. She wasn't showing any overt signs of sexual stimulation but she wasn't trying to pull away from my mouth, either. I know she was diggin' it and I was playing the sucker one more time by coming here to rape the shit out of this whore but I was getting her off instead. I just didn't want to stop and I fingered her while I flicked her clit with my tongue; I played with her clit while I tongue-fucked her pussy. I was just having far too much fun to pull my face out of that lovable hole! In fact, the only thing that stopped me was the fact that my cock was starting to hurt again and that meant it was telling me to get busy and work this bitch.

I finally got so hard that there was no way for me to stand it without getting some relief so I climbed over Jacelyn and pressed her to the bed with my entire weight. Her eyes widened with the knowledge that she was going to get raped with the thing she'd had crammed in her face and I grinned at her expression of dread. Feeling her breasts and fully erect nipples under my chest, seeing the cute face with fear broiling just below the surface, and still tasting the juices of her pussy in my mouth, I slid my cock along the length of her crotch and easily found the place my face had so reluctantly departed. As soon as the head of my cock touched her vagina, I slipped into her. I wasn't as brutal as I thought I would be, thinking I would be raping some bitch in vengeance. But I went into her all the way and looked into her eyes. There was no more fear showing behind them and, in fact, she was starting to look resigned to the fact that this was going to happen to her no matter what she thought about it. Seeing that look of tolerance got me wanting to rub it in (so to speak!) so I told her to tell me how it felt. I wanted to hear her say she was just begging to get fucked and, like other whores, just didn't want a guy to get any pussy without a fight. I was pleasantly surprised to hear her say it felt very good and she liked it. Just as I had suspected but I didn't believe she'd cop to! I couldn't help smiling while I dragged my cock back out of her tight cunt and slowly re-entered her. It was just as tight the second time as the first but it was getting wetter. I didn't spare a single inch and pushed my entire cock into her with each forward thrust, pleasantly (for me) bottoming out by pushing my cockhead against her cervix. And each time I moved into her, she moved with me as if she wanted to be fucked as much as I wanted to fuck her. Again, nothing overt was happening but I could tell she really wasn't upset about it.

Again, I surprised myself by the way I was acting. There was no hint of anger in the fucking; I was doing it as though I love this bitch and she didn't deserve that at all! I kept up the long slow rape for a while and still there was no indication that she didn't want it to go on forever.

I decided I would show her just what I was capable of doing: I pulled back and rammed into her with all the force I could. Her eyes closed a moment and there may have been a small flicker of pain under the lids but they opened immediately and they locked on mine. From then on, it was all about fucking the shit out of the bitch. I took long hard strokes, slamming into her as deeply as I could get my entire cock, and maintaining a pace that rocked her entire body back and forth with a sexually intoxicating motion. Jacelyn's tits rolled back and forth and looked like a best sight I'd seen under me ever. The way her legs were slightly lifted and widely splayed was the very picture of submissive perfection. And they way her cunt felt… Shit! This was the best pussy of my life and it was all because I got punked by some other bitch and her newest pimp.

Well, I didn't look at a clock but I should have because this was a marathon to remember. I reamed that twat for the longest time I've ever gone in one penetration. It was making better noises than I'd heard in pornos by the time I'd had enough to feel the urge to give this whore a fresh load of my cum. The slapping sound of my belly hitting hers, the repeated rhythmic smacking sound of our thighs coming together, and the natural juiciness of Jacelyn's pussy making sweet, sluicing, and resonant music pushed me to the brink. I squeezed her entire body as tightly as I could, as if she'd try to get away from me and I wasn't going to even let her wiggle. I heard myself groaning loudly and my hips took on a life of their own as they uncontrollably hammered my cock in and out of the raped cunt under me. Surging gobs of cum were dumped into Jacelyn for so long I didn't know I had that much inside my balls. In seconds, I felt the semen flowing out of the miniscule spaces between my bloated penis and her tightly stretched vagina, running down my balls and surely drenching Jacelyn's ass as well.

The end of my orgasm was one last, violent thrust which left my crotch locked to hers, my cock seeping the last of its gifts all the way to the furthest reaches of the girl's vagina.

When I had pleasantly recovered, I retied Jacelyn to the bed's headboard and took a beer run to the kitchen. Sure enough, there was a 6-pack of cold bottles waiting for me so I grabbed 4 and returned to the room and to the sight of a beautiful young girl laying in a puddle of fresh spunk, fixed in place for anyone who wanted her to come and get her. She looked even more pretty after the rape: her colour was high; her long black hair had that sexy 'nicely tousled' look about it; and her nipples were firm, dark and sensual.

I sat on the edge of the bed, untied her, and popped the top on a beer. Thinking back to when I first saw this bitch, I said,

" Ya know? I was lookin' at you and I could see that you really wanted to fuck me as soon as our eyes locked. Something about the way you stared at me, I guess. And the way you were dressed… Don't you know you're just asking guys to wanna get a piece of ass from you? Walking around looking like some kind of uppity 'fuck-puppy' just makes guys wanna fuck the shit outta a girl like you. Here, have some beer." I had guzzled the first bottle and I was on my second, only just then realizing that I was soaking wet with sweat from the rape. The beer really hit the spot but Jacelyn wasn't taking the one in my other hand. Getting pissed again, I told her,

"Take it and drink it. I'm not asking." She got the hint like a good little girl and opened the bottle. We sat there drinking: me, finishing second bottle and working on the third; Jacelyn nursing the one she had but making sure she had it in her mouth each time I look at it. Well trained in seconds, just like all the good bitches are. She actually agreed with almost everything I said. I know it was bullshit just to keep me from reaching for the blade but it was good to hear it anyway. With the buzz I was getting, it was nice to hear a woman at least sounding reasonable for a change.

The beers worked their magic and I was itching to feel that mouth of hers around my cock again so I told her to suck some more and the good little bitch knelt right down and started workin' it – no hesitations this time! She actually seemed to like the taste of her own pussy's cum mixed with mine while she did a command repeat performance of an oral pole dance.

Wonder of wonders, though! Looking at Jacelyn's mouth doing its thing and feeling her tongue circling my cockhead got me hard yet again – a bit unusual for me but not out of the realm of possibility. I didn't feel like moving so I pulled Jacelyn onto her feet and sat her down in my lap, impaling her on 'my latest contribution' to her cunt. I bounced her up and down for a bit and her messy pussy made it easy going for both of us. But I was tired of doing all the work and she was the one who was going to pay for that so I told her to fuck herself on my cock. She didn't seem to understand that I wasn't asking a question so I had to reiterate my directive – loudly. And, like most women, she started moving when hearing a voice with some authority behind it. She wasn't all that good with the up and down motion but the one she used, sort of a back and forth thing, wasn't half bad. It kept me hard and felt good so I just sat there and let her do the driving while I watched her tits sway and her fantastic hips rock to the beat of her raping herself. I didn't want anything more than that in the entire world and I would have been content with her just feeling the sensations but 'all good things cum to an end' (Ha!) and I suddenly did just that, right up that same hot & tight fuckhole. It wasn't as hard or as long as the others but it was charming watching her look down and see what it looked like to have a cumming cock rammed up her cunt.

I was definitely feeling the beers and I couldn't help feeling that Jacelyn and I were going to make it somehow. I mean, some raped girls fall for the guys who raped them, right? I was thinking about how beautiful and what a completely sweet and sexy piece of ass she is. All the other girls I had been with her shit compared to this one who had to pay for the scum who had trashed me before her. I was telling her about that and why I thought she was special to me and we needed to stay together and go out. But I knew I was rambling and there wasn't a chance this lying bitch was gonna forget about 'our first date', even if she did say all the things I wanted her to say. Nope, this girl was just a hole for me to rape and I didn't feel like havin' it end yet.

"Suck me". Simple command. Simple response. On her knees, Jacelyn did her magic once again and I wasn't even surprised to see that I was responding to her ministrations one more time.

"Get on the bed, on your hands and knees." She didn't hesitate but I did see a disturbed look in her eyes. Let her worry! I planted her behind in front of me, rammed my still-raging cock into her nicely presented pussy, and fucked her for all I was worth. But I was looking down at her ass the whole time. It looked so wonderful when I saw it the first time in those shorts I'd ripped off her. But now… now it looked like something I just needed to have. A nice piece of ass? Sure! That's what I really needed to fuckin' punish the bitch, didn't I? I pulled out of her pussy and placed the head of my cock against the tightest hole imaginable and slammed forward. We both grunted with the blow that did little more than push her forward. I pulled her back and rammed into her again. This time, I got the head of my cock about halfway inside her asshole. Even that much brought the most exquisite pain from both of us and the groans in the room were doubled in volume. I heard her say something but I was too buzzed and far too eager to understand it. I held onto her ass with one hand this time and reinforced my cock with the other as I pushed forward yet again while pulling her back. The success was almost worse than the last failure: the pain I felt was unbelievable and I almost screamed. My only redeeming quality was that Jacelyn had buried her face in a pillow and I was rewarded audibly when she actually did scream. It was muffled and she was smart to make it that way. But, this time when she spoke, I understood what she said:

"There's some lotion on the end table. Use that and you can get in. Please, let's use the lotion, OK? Please…"

"OK! OK! We'll use the fuckin' lotion!" She got a small gob of it in the palm of her hand which then she rubbed on her asshole. Since I was hurting as much as she was, I told her to lube my cock as well, which she did. I pulled back again and, this time, my cock forced its way into her shithole. Again, we both moaned loudly from the massive pressure of the penetration but I wasn't about to stop this! Seeing my cock disappear in Jacelyn's ass was the crowning glory of the night! I was still in a lot of pain as my cock was crushed where it entered the much-too-small orifice but the visual was amazing. Jacelyn now had her face pressed tightly into the pillow but her moans and groans were as loud as mine were as I reamed her ass. It took a long time but, eventually, she got either looser or wetter because the passage became smoother though still massively tight. I held onto both her hips with my hands as I fucked her butt. On and on, I went into her: digging my way as far inside as possible each time I pushed. The sight of the small anus being raped so unmercifully kept my cock hard for as long as I wanted it to be. I couldn't see Jacelyn's face or her tits but I could see her ass as it was speared with the most brutal fucking I could give it.

Looking to the side, I was rewarded with a view in the mirror: one big Black man pulling a small Asian bitch back onto his huge cock and bouncing her forward again for another thrust. I could now see the nipples I had sucked: still hard as rocks and moving with the motion of their owner's raped body. I could see Jacelyn's hair cascading around the pillow her face was obscured by. And I could almost see Marcy getting what she deserved: the most violent rape her slutty mind could imagine and more. I could almost hear her begging me to just stop and forgive her for her bitchiness. I could almost feel her butt being plugged by the cock she had denied her cunt – the same cunt she had offered some punk-ass motherfucker for free! And I could almost feel the cum gushing into Marcy's lying, worthless butt while I ground nine inches of pure torture halfway to her stomach! What I actually did see was my cock twitching as it tried to force my last droplets of semen into Jacelyn's upturned bottom. We were both all but screaming now and I fell atop Jacelyn's back when I finally couldn't maintain my balance anymore.

I stayed buried in her ass for a long, long time; both of us were now gasping for air and dropping perspiration like rain. It took a while but I was eventually able to lift myself off the girl's back and force my prick to return to me from the vise-like grip of the anus I had just raped. Even the withdrawal caused enough pain for both of us to cry out again but it was worth it for me. I rolled onto my side before getting up and redressing, all the while watching Jacelyn lay on her stomach with my cum draining from both her asshole and her cunt.

I returned to the bed to warn her that I could see this apartment easily anytime I wanted to look. If I saw the police anywhere near there, I come back and work on her entire family the next time. I really didn't know what I was saying and, later when I thought about it, it was laughable since I knew she didn't live there anyway. But it was the threat that mattered and that seemed to get through to her just fine.

Retying her to the bed, I looked down at her one last time and left. I hadn't tied her tight enough to hold her for long so I split right away, stopping only long enough to get the last two beers from the refrigerator.

I didn't take the train this time. I started walking in the opposite direction and caught a cab out of the neighborhood.

I never did see Marcy or Jacelyn again because I moved to Nevada and took up working in casinos. I figured it was as good a place as any to settle down. What I hadn't figured was that, between Las Vegas and Reno, there were a lot of little desert towns where a girl or two might be caught just a bit unaware and I could rape 'Marcy' over and over again. I mean, isn't raping one bitch the same as raping another? I mean, really?