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She had always been a pretty girl and now firmly in middle age she was still attractive, she knew that she could still turn a few heads in the high street, a pity that her husband showed so little interest these days. Sex had rapidly declined in the last ten years, now, if it did happen it consisted of a quick grope of her boobs, then him lying on top as he humped and groaned to a quick orgasm, then rolling off and falling asleep.

Vera could remember her last orgasm, the only problem she had with it was that Frank hadn’t been there at the time. They had been at the social club on a Saturday night, Vera had gone to the toilet and was returning down the corridor when Paul Jeffries came staggering towards her. As he reached her, he lurched into her, his beer smelling breath overpowering her as he mumbled something about being in love with her. Vera had been pinned against the wall, Paul being considerably heavier than her.

She felt his hand fumbling at the front of her skirt, she tried to push him away but he was far too strong. She felt his hand under her skirt, felt it on her naked thighs, then his fingers insinuating themselves inside her panties. Again she tried to push him away, telling him to stop, but he was beyond reason. Even now she could remember those fat fingers finding their way to her labia, flicking and fumbling but then suddenly they were inside her.

She went to cry out but her cry was stifled as his mouth covered hers, his tongue forcing it’s way into her mouth. She could still taste the sourness of his breath. She still tried to fight him but as his fingers began working rapidly in her vagina she was unable to stop the wetness they were creating.

“You like that darling don’t you,” he said in a drunken drawl.

“Look Paul,” she said, trying to reason with him, “Stop this silliness now and l won’t say anything, just let me go.”

“I can feel your cunt all sloppy wet,” he leered as his fingers carried on pummelling her.

“Please Paul,” she said, “please stop it.”

“You’re going to cum,” he said, “l can feel it in your cunt, l want to fuck you.”

“No Paul,” she said, again trying to get away. The situation was a nightmare but despite that she could feel her body responding to his fingers. She was embarrassed at her own response, Paul Jeffries had always been a drunken slob as far as she was concerned, yet how could he be stirring such emotions in her gut when her husband never could.

She tried not thinking of what was happening, in the vain hope that those stomach churning emotions would go away, but that didn’t work. She felt her thighs clamping on his wrist as his fingers continued to pump inside her.

“Randy bitch,” he said, trying to kiss her again but this time she managed to avoid his stinking mouth.

Then her legs almost gave way as her flood of heat flowed through her body, she gave out a muted cry as her orgasm burst.

“Horny bitch,” he said, as her juices flowed over his hand. He withdrew his fingers, coated in her sticky cunt juice. “Taste it,” he said, pushing his fingers against her lips.

She tried to move her face away but he was too strong, forcing his fingers between her lips he used his other hand to squeeze her breast hard. She cried out in pain and he seized his chance, forcing his fingers deep into her mouth.

“Don’t you dare bite me bitch,” he sneered, “or you’ll get my cock in there.” He burst out laughing, but then a sudden change came over him. “Shit!” He said as he suddenly released her, turning away and vomiting onto the floor.

Vera grabbed her chance, escaping back to the safety of the bar, hoping that she was not showing any outward sign of what had taken place.

“Are you okay V,” Frank said when she retuned to the table, “you look very flushed.”

“I..l don’t feel very,” she replied, “l think l’ll go home, l think l ate something that disagreed with me.”

“Oh, Okay then,” Frank replied, “you go on then, l might stop for another pint.”

Vera grabbed her coat and left, tears streaming down her face. “What a pig l married,” she said to herself.

Later that evening, Frank returned just in time to fall into bed and was now lying beside her snoring. Vera could not get the horrific scene out of her head, try as she might. Then she realised that as she was thinking about that vile man abusing her, her own hand had found it’s way to her vagina, her fingers stimulating her clitoris. Before long she felt her orgasm flood through her, biting her lip to ensure she didn’t cry out.

That was how it had been ever since, every time she thought about it she ended up on her bed, legs wide open as she rubbed her clitoris to orgasm.

Luckily she had not crossed paths with Paul Jeffries since that night, that is until she was coming out of the hospital having visited her mother who was recovering following a fall. Usually Frank had taken her, waiting in the car until she had finished but this evening he had decided that a darts match was more important.

Vera was just coming out of the main door when she saw Paul waiting at the bus stop, immediately her legs went weak, stopping, she decided to return inside and go to the café until he had gone, she would catch a later bus.

By the time she was on the bus, it was getting dark. The bus trundled through town, emerging at the other side, by this time Vera was the only passenger left. The bus stopped to pick up passengers, three black lads boarded, they were in high spirits, laughing and jostling. The lads sat near the front, one bald, one had a crew cut and the other had his hair braided. The bald one kept looking back at her then talking to his mates, they then burst out laughing.

Vera was glad when her stop approached, she moved down the bus, as she passed the lads the braided one reached behind her, flicking her skirt. All three burst out laughing, Vera felt herself blushing.

She was relieved to find the lads stayed on the bus when she got off. She proceeded to walk along the street. She saw the bus stop at the next stop, all three lads getting off, but again she was relieved when they walked away from her, laughing and jostling.

Vera approached the gates to the park, she contemplated walking round but cutting through would save her ten minutes. Satisfied that there was no-one around she decided to walk through the park.

She did wonder if she had made the right decision once she had gone beyond the reach of the street lights, but there was a full moon which helped illuminate the path. The click of her heels on the asphalt path sounded hollow.

Suddenly there was another sound, she stopped, was it a footstep?.....silence….a rustle in a nearby bush.

“Get a grip of yourself,” she told herself as she continued walking. She was approaching the centre of the park, she could see the light at the gates where she was heading, the path was clear.

There was the sound again, she had reached a park bench, there were high bushes behind it, she looked around….nothing. The hairs on the back of her neck were on edge, her nipples hardened, she felt a wetness between her legs. Instinctively her hand pressed between her legs.

“This is ridiculous,” she told herself, “this is no time to get randy.”

Another sound…..she turned…..nothing. Turning back, about to carry on, a shape appeared in front of her, a dark shape, moonlight glinting off the top of his bald head.

She gave a sharp intake of breath, more wetness between her legs, her legs felt as if they were made of jelly. Suddenly she remembered how it had felt when those fat fingers had invaded her vagina, she could even taste his foul breath as his tongue forced it’s way into her mouth. “Why am l thinking about that?” She thought to herself, but her body responded again, just like it did when Paul Jeffries had molested her. Now, as the figure approached, she could make out his features, it was the bald one from the bus, and a warm flow passed down through her body.

“What do you want,” she managed to say, trying desperately to keep control of herself. “If you come any closer l will scream.”

“Now why would you want to scream,” a rich, deep voice came from the figure. “What do you think l’m going to do? What is it you would like me to do?”

“N….nothing,” she stammered, “look, just let me past, l won’t say anything.”

“Why would you say anything,” he said, “we’re just two people walking past each other in the park, unless of course you want me to do something.”

“What do you……l mean no, l just want to go home,” she replied. She tried to step to one side but he mirrored her movement, staying in front of her.

“What do you think fellas,” he said.

“I reckon she’s gagging for it Baz.”

Vera swivelled round as she heard another voice behind her, then she saw the other two emerging from behind the bushes.

“Do you reckon she’s on the game Baz?” A third voice said, Vera saw it came from the one with the braids, “the way she shakes her arse and bounces her tits when she walks l reckon she’s on the game.”

“Is that right?” The bald one said. Vera turned back to see that he was now right in front of her, he towered above her, she saw how handsome he was but a shiver of dread went down her spine.

“W…..what….Er please let me go.” She fought the urge to burst into tears.

“Lee reckons you’ve got the tits of a whore,” he said, taking hold of the lapels of her coat in each hand, he suddenly tore it open, the buttons flying off the material. “They certainly look big, what do you reckon fellas, do you think they’re real or fake?”

“We should have a look Baz.” The crew cut one said.

“Do you hear that,” Baz said to her, “my friends want to see your tits. Now are you going to show us or do we have to make you?”

“N…no, p….please, just let me go, please, l won’t say anything l promise.” Vera knew she sounded desperate, she could see close up how powerful Baz was, she knew there was no way she could get past him.

Suddenly he pulled her jacket open, the buttons going the same way as the ones on her coat.

“Wow look at this fellas,” he said, turning her to face the other two. “Look at the way those nipples are jutting out, l reckon she wants more than just showing her tits.”

“Look, please…let me go, if l scream someone will hear and you’ll get into trouble, please let me go.”

“You hear that fellas,” Baz said, pressing up behind her, putting his arms round her, cupping her breast with both hands. “Let me tell you this,” he bent to whisper in her ear, “believe me, if you scream you will regret it, now are you getting your tits out or shall l?”

“Please don’t do this,” she begged, but seeing the wild look on the faces of the two in front of her she knew it was pointless, there was nothing she could do, she was completely at their mercy.

“Do it Baz,” Braids said, “let’s see her tits.”

Baz grabbed her blouse, pulling that open to reveal her breasts enclosed in her bra, then with one tug, he pulled up her bra, her breast falling free.

“Fucking hell Baz,” Braids said, “they’re fucking huge, look at those fucking nipples man, they’re like bottle corks.” He reached out taking each nipple between thumb and finger, squeezing them hard.

Vera cried out but was quickly silenced when Baz’s hand pressed over her mouth.

“They’re like bullets Baz,” Braids said, “l reckon she’s up for it in a big way, is that right bitch, you want more than just having your tits played with?”

Vera could feel tears streaming down her face, she could feel the strength of Baz as he held her, there was nothing she could do, but just like when Paul Jeffries molested her she felt her body respond, she felt a warm wetness in the pit of her stomach, she was deeply ashamed that she should react like that, she tried to tell herself that she should fight but her body was sending different messages. She felt Baz’s hands holding her breasts, squeezing them first gently then harder, she was unable to stop herself as she sighed, leaning back against his firm body.

“She’s fucking hot for it Baz,” Crew Cut said, “do you reckon she’s shaved or has she got a bush.”

“Why don’t you look for yourself,” Baz replied. “Now you be a good girl and let my friends have a look at your cunt,” he whispered to her, “any resistance and these tits will get some proper punishment.” As he said it he squeezed them hard again, Vera whimpered in response.

Crew Cut stepped forward and began fumbling with the waistband of her skirt.

“Oh for fuck’s sake Si,” Braids said, pushing his friend aside, grabbing the waist of her skirt and tearing it from her body. Then he pulled out a knife from the back pocket of his jeans, using it to cut the waist band of her tights before tearing them to shreds.

Vera was now totally exposed apart from her knickers. Suddenly the thought went through her head that she wished she’d had been wearing some rather more attractive underwear than the plain white, thick cotton panties. Then she realised how surreal it was that she should be regretting not looking sexy enough when, as she realised, she was about to be raped.

“Please, l beg you, please let me go,” she knew it was her final chance to get them to release her but she also knew it was futile, she could see the lust in the eyes of the two in front of her.

“We’ll let you go bitch,” Braids said, “as long as you do as you’re told. Take your knickers off.”

“Do as he says,” Baz said, releasing her, “then lay your coat on the grass and kneel on it.”

Vera was all out of pleading, she gave him one last look, hoping that they would let her go.

“Just fucking do it bitch,” Braids said, pushing her off the path onto the grass. “You should be grateful, a fucking old cow like you, l bet it’s years since you had a decent fuck, well tonight’s your lucky night.”

Rough hands began pushing and shoving her, her coat, jacket and blouse were pulled off her. Braids pulled the waistband of her knickers and cut it with his knife then ripped the garment from her.

“I knew she’d have a bush,” Crew Cut said, “fucking look at it Baz, it’s a fucking forrest. Are you having her first?”

“You bet l am,” Baz said, undoing his jeans and pulling out his penis.

Vera stared in shock, she’d never seen a penis like it, it must have been at least twice as big as her husband’s both in length and girth. It looked like a huge rod of black iron with a big bulbous purple black head.

“Oh god no!” She cried.

Baz just laughed. “Bet it’s the biggest cock you’ve ever had,” he said, “get on your knees and bend forward.”

Vera couldn’t take her eyes off his penis, she saw it throbbing as it grew to full erection. As Baz held it in front of her she saw a bead of pre cum oozing from the eye. She felt the surge of moisture in her vagina, felt her nipples harden, she cursed herself for reacting like that, she knew she should fight them, make it obvious that she would not submit, but instead she was transfixed by the sight of his penis.

Obviously Vera was no innocent virgin, she had seen plenty of cocks way back in her youth, back in the days when she and her best friend Jane had spent most of the school lunch breaks behind the bicycle shed with their tits out while they gave some boy a hand job, but that was before she married Frank, since then he had been the only man to see her naked and certainly the only man she had had sex with.

“You can fight us if you like,” Baz said, “or you can co-operate, either way you’re going to get fucked so why not enjoy it.”

Vera knew there was no way to stop them, she realised that the important thing now was to survive, if she fought them there was no telling how violent they could become. She decided she would have to accept her fate. She leaned forward, supporting herself with her hands.

“That’s better,” Baz said, “now spread your legs.”

As she complied she was momentarily blinded by a flash of light. She realised that one of them had just taken a photograph.

“Look at those tits hanging,” Crew Cut said, “they’re fucking enormous, she’s like a big fucking cow. I bet she’s got a cow’s cunt as well Baz, you should have no trouble with that monster of yours.”

“Let’s get on with it,” Braids said, taking out his own penis, “l can’t wait much longer.”

Baz knelt behind her. Vera felt the tip of his penis brush against her labia, his big strong hands gripping her hips. As she felt him locate the entrance of her vagina, her body took over and ever so slightly she pressed back.

“Did you see that,” Baz said, “l knew she was gagging for it, well you can have it bitch.”

As he spoke he drove forward, his cock ploughing into her in one mighty thrust until his pelvis crashed against her.

“Oh my god!” She cried.

“Shut the bitch up Lee,” Baz said, pulling back then ramming into her again.

Lee stood in front of her, grabbing a handful of her hair he lifted her head. She saw his penis before her, only slightly smaller than the one violating her vagina.

“Suck it bitch,” Lee said, “and don’t you even think about biting me, open your fucking mouth and suck my black cock, do it like you mean it.”

It had been years since Vera had had a cock in her mouth, only once since she was married had she done it with Frank, only for him to tell her it was what dirty whores did. Now she had Lee’s cock being pushed into her face as Baz pummelled her pussy stretching her despite the fact that she had birthed two children.

She felt pain as hands mauled her breasts but as she went to cry out again, Lee took his opportunity and filled her mouth with his cock. Now she had two of the biggest cocks she had seen in her life forcing their way into her, one reaching as far as her womb as Baz humped himself into her, the other forcing her to gag as it hit the back of her throat. She struggled for breath, gasping for air as he withdrew only to have it forced back into her throat. She was blinded time and again as someone took photographs of her, she felt total humiliation.

“Hurry up Baz, l can’t hold on much longer,” she heard Crew Cut say, “just look at those nipples man.”

Vera felt her nipples being bullied and twisted. Suddenly the speed of Baz’s thrusts increased, at the same time she felt the cock in her mouth spasm.

The one in her mouth was first to cum, filling her mouth with hot salty cum. Then she felt Baz make one final lunge and her vagina filling with the heat of his ejaculation. Vera felt her own body spasm, mini explosions went off in her brain, at first she thought she was going to die then realised it was her own orgasm, the first time in her life that she had orgasmed while having sex. She groaned despite the cock in her mouth and automatically swallowed the cum as it still flooded her.

“I knew she’d love it,” Lee said, pulling his cock out of her mouth, wiping the last dregs of his cum across her face, “l bet that’s the best fuck she’s ever had.”

“Can l go have a go now Baz,” Crew Cut said as he continued to pull on her nipples with one hand while masturbating with the other.

“Go on then Si,” Baz said, pulling out of her vagina, then moving round to hold his cum covered cock in front of her face. “Get some shots of her licking the cum off my cock Lee,” he said. He grabbed Vera by her hair, pulling her face closer to his cock. “Lick it,” he ordered her, rubbing his cock against her lips, “clean my cock.”

Vera felt another cock enter her vagina, fucking her urgently, within seconds she felt it cum and a shiver went through her body. With all thoughts of resistance gone, she took Baz’s cock into her mouth, sucking on it. There were more flashes as he rubbed his cock against her face, she responded by licking his shaft.

“This is fucking great Baz,” Lee said, changing his position as he photographed her, “she looks like a cock hungry whore. She’s probably never been fucked properly in her life.”

“Say it,” Baz said, lifting her head to make her look at him, spunk smeared across her face, “say it was the best fuck ever…say it.”

Vera felt the cock in her vagina pull out, felt it being wiped against her bottom. Even with the humiliation she felt a warmth inside her, she tried to ignore it then felt shame that her body had betrayed her.

“Say it!” Baz ordered, shaking her head.

She looked up at him, she was totally at his mercy, she new she had to do as he wanted, she desperately wanted to get away and try and cope with her shame.

“That was my best fuck ever,” she said weakly, then flinched as he reached down with his other hand and grabbed her breast, twisting it as his powerful fingers dug into the flesh.

“Louder,” he ordered, “say it like you mean it, beg me to fuck you again…say it.”

“That was my best fuck ever,” Vera replied, “please fuck me again.”

“Good,” Baz said, releasing her. “Did you get that Lee?”

“Got it Baz,” Lee replied, “it was brilliant, she can’t complain now, we’ve got film of her begging for more, are we going to fuck her again?”

“Pass me her handbag,” Baz said.

Lee picked up her handbag, handing it over. Baz delved inside, extracting her phone and passing it to Vera. “Unlock it and give it to me,” he told her.

Vera took the phone, switching it on and using her fingerprint to unlock it before passing it back. Baz took it and tapped in some numbers, a few seconds later his own phone rang, he took it out of his pocket, rejected the call then made an entry on his phone.

“Now I’ve got your number,” he said, returning her phone to her handbag, “l’ll get in touch the next time l want to fuck you and you had better do as you’re told or your family and friends are going to see you licking the cum off my big black cock and begging me to fuck you again, do you hear me?”

“Please, l won’t tell anyone…just let me go,” she sobbed.

“I have to go Baz,” Crew Cut said, lifting his trousers leg, showing the plastic tag attached above his ankle. “This things goes off if l don’t get home before my curfew, l only have a couple more weeks to go.”

“Go on then, you stupid cunt,” Baz said to him, “serves you right for getting caught wanking where those schoolgirls could see you.”

“Yeah but it wasn’t them that reported me,” Si replied, “it was that teacher, l reckon she was jealous, she had a good look and took a photo before she rang the cops.”

Vera saw him walking away, hoping her ordeal was over, she started to get up.

“Can we have her again Baz?” Lee said, “l’m getting hard again and l haven’t fucked her yet.”

“You’ll have to be quick then,” Baz replied, “we have to report to H in half an hour and you know what he’s like if we’re late.”

“Why don’t we take her with us,” Lee said, getting behind Vera and pushing her down roughly. “Open up bitch,” he said to her, giving her bottom a smack.

Vera had no resistance left, raising her bottom and parting her thighs. There was another flash.

“Look at that one Baz,” Lee said, showing him his phone, “you can see the spunk running out of her cunt, and l managed to get her face as well.” As he spoke he took hold of her by her hips and slid his cock into her cunt. “Talk about sloppy thirds mate,” he laughed, “it’s like fucking a bowl of porridge.”

“Get a fucking move on Lee,” Baz said, “just fuck the bitch and let’s go.”

He grabbed her by her hair, lifting her tear streaked face to look at him.

“Don’t forget we’ve got all the photos, and a recording of you begging us to fuck you, so don’t even think about reporting us, do you hear?”

Vera could feel Lee ramming his cock into her and despite everything, she could feel her body responding.

“I said do you hear me,” Baz repeated, pulling her hair.

“Yes,” she hissed as her orgasm burst inside her just as the cock inside her came.

“You were right Baz,” Lee said, pulling out and using part of her coat to wipe his cock clean, “she’s a real cock hungry bitch, are we going to tell H about her, do you think her could use her, l know she’s a bit old but it might be fun to use her instead of those young tarts.”

“I’m not telling him yet,” Baz said, “the fat bastard will want her for himself, l want to have some fun with her first.”

“Be careful Baz, you know what H is like,” Lee said.

“I don’t give a fuck,” Baz replied, “l’ve got plans that don’t include him, you’re with me aren’t you?”

“Sure Baz, you know what l think about H. Do l get to share her?” He said, pointing at Vera.

“No problem mate, give me a few days to organise it and you can fuck her any time you want.”

Vera listened to them talking about her, she couldn’t believe that they could be discussing using her for sex in such a casual manner, she started to scramble to her feet, trying to gather the tattered remains of her clothes. She managed to pick up her jacket, blouse, skirt and underwear, rolling it into a ball, clasping it to her chest, but then Baz took it from her.

“I’ll take that,” he said, “l’ll contact you when l want you, you make sure you answer, l can easily find out where you live, you don’t want your old man seeing the photos of you fucking and sucking three black cocks, do you hear?”

“Yes,” she replied meekly.

“Come on mate, we have to go,” Baz said.

Vera watched as they walked away, laughing and joking together as she was left there naked. She felt a cold breeze on her flesh, shivering she hugged herself then bent and picked up her coat, it was dirty and creased and she could see the stains where Lee had used it to clean his cock. She put the coat on, realising that there were no longer any buttons. She recovered her shoes and put them on, then picked up her handbag. She began walking in the direction of home, looking back in time to see Baz throwing the remnants of her clothes into a waste bin.

She had to hold her coat closed as she walked, grateful that the darkness would disguise her disheveled appearance. Her house was only three hundred yards from the exit of the park and the road looked deserted.

She walked as quickly as she could, her thighs felt sticky from the liquid seeping from her vagina. Just as she reached her garden gate she heard a noise. Turning she saw Tom Harding, the widower who lived opposite, leaving his house on his daily trip to the pub.

“Hello Vera,” he called, “nice night.”

“Oh, hello Tom,” she replied, trying to keep her voice sounding normal.

“No lights on at yours,” he said, “is Frank away?”

“N….no,” she stuttered, wanting to get indoors as soon as possible, “he’s got darts tonight.”

“Oh, l’ll see him down there then,” he replied, “can’t say l’d be spending much time in the pub if l had a good looking woman like you at home to warm me up, you can always come over if you’re lonely you know.”

Vera and Tom had flirted light heartedly for years, Vera had often wondered what would happen if she ever took him up on his offers but had always laughed them off. She was tempted to tell him that her pussy was full of cum, wondering what his reaction would be, instead she just turned and scuttled down the path at the side off her house to the back door.

Once inside, Vera went straight to the bathroom and began to run a bath. Then into her bedroom, she kicked off her shoes, took off her coat and threw it onto the floor of her wardrobe, she would deal with it later.

She studied herself in the full length mirror, her messed up hair, tear streaked face, her lipstick smudged from when her mouth had been violated. She saw the bruises on her breasts, they were tender to touch, her nipples looked even bigger than normal, as she touched them she felt them harden.

She went into the bathroom, locking the door, not that she expected Frank to be home any time soon but just because she wanted to feel secure. She ran some warm water in the wash basin and washed her face, then poured some scented oil into the hot bath.

The water almost scalded her as she climbed into the bath, she sighed as she lowered herself, feeling the aches and pains in her body ease as the heat penetrated her. She leaned back, sinking up to her chin, the water soothing and relaxing her. As she closed her eyes and relaxed, she had a vision of Baz above her. She could see his face clearly, she remembered how incredibly handsome he looked, then she saw his penis. In her mind she could remember every detail of it, not only the size but the way the veins corded the shaft, the bulbous head a glistening purple black colour. She could see the bead of pre cum that oozed from it. She sighed deeply. With a will of their own her hands began to wander. One sliding between her thighs, the other gently massaging her breasts.

She recalled the way they talked about her, comments about her breasts, comments about her “cow cunt”. Her stomach trembled as she remembered those words, she had never felt that humiliated but even now, the thought of it stirred her. She shivered as her fingers located her clitoris. She remembered how Baz’s penis had felt as he plunged it inside her…she sighed again.

She couldn’t remember any time in her married life that she had felt sexually desirable but tonight she had had three handsome young men wanting her, okay, so it was rape, yes it was terrifying, there was a moment when she feared for her life, but then there was that moment when her body’s desire kicked in. When it began to rule her brain…then there was that first orgasm….yes there had been times years ago when she had brought herself to orgasm, mainly out of frustration from the fact that Frank had never brought her close, but that orgasm, with Baz driving his penis deep inside her vagina, Lee’s penis deep in her mouth, filling her mouth with his seed.

Her back arched out of the water as her fingers tormented her clitoris to orgasm, her other hand pulling and twisting her nipples just like they had.

“Oh Jesus Christ yes….again….oh please yes again!” She cried out, her fingers thrashing the water as she pushed them into her vagina, fucking herself with them. Her other hand squeezing and twisting her breasts just like Baz had done.

“Oh god yes….do me again….oh please, you beautiful black stallion…oh yes, take me again, make me yours….oh christ!” She came again, even stronger, every muscle in her body clenching and relaxing then clenching again until finally she collapsed back into the water.

Suddenly she was brought back into the real world by the sound of the ringtone on her phone.

“Oh my god, that could be him, he wants me again,” she said to herself.

In a flash she was out of the bath, almost slipping on the tiled floor as water dripped from her body. She ran into the bedroom, diving for her handbag on the bed, rummaging frantically until she found her phone then dropped it onto the floor.

“Oh fuck!” She screamed, than realised what she had said, Vera never swore, the strongest word she ever used was damn.

She dropped onto her knees, scrabbling for her phone, desperate to answer it before it rang off. Turning it over she saw the screen telling her the call was from Jane. Disappointment coursed through her body, she almost rejected the call in frustration then caught herself on and swiped the green icon.

“Oh there you are,” she heard Jane’s voice, “l almost gave up.”

“Sorry,” Vera said, “l was in the bath.”

“Oh, okay,” Jane said, “l was just calling to see if you would be there in the morning, l was going to call in for coffee.”

“Oh er yes,” Vera replied, then wondered if Baz might want her in the morning.

“Oh good,” Jane replied, not picking up on Vera’s hesitation. “I’ve got some really juicy news, l can’t wait to tell you.”

Vera immediately wondered whether Jane’s news could possibly be as juicy as her own, but she wasn’t sure if she was about to tell her yet.

“Oh, that sounds interesting,” she replied, trying to sound enthusiastic.

“What do you think about Frank and Steve off to London again?” Jane asked.

“I know nothing about that,” Vera replied.

Both Frank and Jane’s husband Steve were both keen supporters of the local football club. About a month earlier they had both announced that they were going to London to see an away match and they would be staying overnight. Vera hadn’t really bothered, as far as she was concerned, any day she didn’t have to spend with Frank was a bonus.

“That’s not all you don’t know,” Jane said, “anyway, l have to go now, l will tell everything in the morning, bye sweetie.” Jane had blown a kiss down the phone and rung off before Vera could respond.

Vera wondered what on earth Jane’s mysterious news could be. Jane had always been far more adventurous than Vera, she was always talking about sex and things she had seen on the internet. A couple of times she had shown Vera how to find pornography on her laptop, Vera had found it quite shocking, which Jane found amusing, telling Vera she needed to, as she put it, “put yourself about more,” meaning sexually. She knew that Jane had had a few sexual adventures during their marriage, Vera didn’t approve but never said as much, she assumed that when Jane had said that it was a case of sauce for the goose, she was implying that Steve had also strayed a few times.

Well, Vera thought to herself, she had certainly put herself about a bit in the park, she wondered if she should tell Jane about it in the morning.

Vera looked at the time, although it wasn’t very late she decided to pour herself a glass of wine and got to bed. She put on her nightdress, a rather sexless item that buttoned up to her neck, she didn’t want any chance of Frank seeing the bruises on her breasts.

She sat up in bed, trying to read a book but her mind kept returning to the events of earlier. She knew most people would tell her to report it to the police but Vera had heard too many tales of women not being believed. Thinking about it, she also had to admit to herself that there was another reason for not reporting it, that being the way her body had reacted and the way it still reacted every time she thought about it.

She pulled up her nightdress, putting her hand between her thighs and parting her labia. She felt how wet she was as her fingers traced the folds of her vagina, seeking that sensitive little button. In all the years of Frank humping his seed into her he had never once brought her to orgasm and yet all Baz had to do was drive that magnificent penis of his into her and her body exploded, flashing lights went off in her brain.

Reaching for her wine, she finished off the glass then settled down, slowly teasing her clitoris as she imagined Baz’s cock sliding back and fore up her pussy. Eventually her body went into the warm glow of a gentle orgasm before she drifted off to sleep.

Vera was startled awake by her husband staggering drunkenly into the bedroom. She glanced at her bedside clock then closed her eyes, trying to pretend that she was still asleep.

The noise Frank made as he staggered about getting undress, belching and farting was enough to wake the dead. Eventually he clambered into bed beside her.

A few seconds later his arm came over her, his hand resting on her breast. She fought the instinct to cry out with the pain as he squeezed it.

“It’s your lucky night,” he spoke against her ear. Vera was swamped by the foul smell of stale beer coming from his breath, immediately she was reminded of Paul Jeffries.

His hand went down, beginning to pull up her nightdress.

“Jesus fuck Vera,” he said, “why do you have to wear such sexless clothes, no wonder l have to get drunk before l fancy fucking you.”

“Do you have to use that language,” she said, trying unsuccessfully to push his hand away and pull her nightdress back down.

“I bet it turns you on, hearing me say things like that,” he said as he succeeded in pulling her nightdress up to her waist. “Come on, open your fucking legs and l’ll give you a treat.”

“No chance of that,” Vera said silently to herself, but with a sigh of resignation she rolled onto her back and parted her legs.

“I knew you liked me using that language,” he said as his hand went between her legs. “Your cunt is dripping wet, come on, l can’t wait any longer, l’ve been playing with my cock all the way from the pub, that new barmaid has got amazing tits, fuck me if l couldn’t do her a favour.”

Vera felt sorry for the girl being gawped at every evening by useless old men like Frank.

He climbed on top of her, his weight pressing down, his face above her, his breath a foul smelling cloud enveloping her. He tried to kiss her but she turned her face away.

“Frigid cunt,” he said as he fumbled between them trying to get his cock in position to enter her. “You should be grateful, no-one else would want to fuck you at your age, l could have stayed behind at the pub and shagged Gina, she’s been giving me the eye all evening, she even undid two more buttons on her blouse, Jesus, l thought her tits were going to fall out, l bet she’s a hot bitch, l could have been fucking her instead of a frigid cow like you.”

Vera gave a sigh of resignation as she parted her legs, deciding the sooner he got it over with the better. As he successfully entered her, she closed her eyes, she imagined it was Baz above her, imagine it was his penis inside her. She let our a groan as Frank humped himself into her.

“That’s better,” Frank said, mistaking her groan as some sort of compliment for him, he pushed her nightdress up further, getting his hands on her breasts. She groan again as he mauled her. “At least you’ve got big tits,” he said, “they sag like fuck, not like those beauties on Gina, they’re amazing, l bet she’d like my cock between her tits.”

“Just get on with it Frank,” she finally said in frustration, his constant talking had driven away her vision of Baz fucking her, now she just wanted her husband to get off her and let her return to her dream. “Are you in yet,” she said, smiling to herself knowing how that statement would rile him.

“Fucking bitch,” he said, humping into her harder, grunting with each thrust until he finally came inside her. “There,” he said, “that’s how it feels to have a man fuck you properly, l bet you came didn’t you.”

“What do you care Frank,” she said, trying to push his weight off her. “Just get off me and let me sleep.”

“Fucking frigid cow,” he said, rolling off her, grabbing her nightdress and using it to wipe his cock, “you should be grateful, there’s plenty of women your age would be grateful to be fucked like that.”

“Stop using that language Frank,” she said, “maybe that tart in the pub likes it but l won’t have it in this house.”

Vera looked across at him when he didn’t respond, realising he had fallen asleep and had started snoring. She pulled her nightdress down and turned with her back to him. She closed her eyes, wishing for sleep to come. It took a while for her body to relax but as she finally began to drift off she saw Baz’s beautiful face above her, felt the power of him inside her, she felt a warm glow in the pit of her stomach as she drifted into a deep sleep.

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