bdsm rape
All the boys were tall and slender with broad shoulders and well-defined muscular bodies. The twins were the tallest, though, and the best basketball players in Regis. Billy Bob was the smartest and strongest of the group and had always been their acknowledged leader.
" Tell you all something if you don’t repeat it," Billy Bob said all around, squeezing his words out through fiercely clenched teeth as he held the acrid smoke in his lungs; his face turned red, the veins stood out.
" Yeah, what’s that?" Earl asked. He finally released the smoke with a loud hiss, then looked around at their expectant faces. Lanky Zeke and Lester were trying to grow beards with scraggily results. Little Jimmy with his tight, good looks was destined to be their Casanova. Long-haired Earl was already demonstrating a talented business acumen for growing weed and distilling some of the best whiskey in the county. If he didn’t kill himself from indulging in his own product, he would probably be a millionaire before he was thirty.
Billy Bob’s eyes took on a glazed look as he spoke. " I fucked mom," he said. There was a kind of a shocked silence. " Aw, bullshit, man," Earl said. " Naw, serious," Billy Bob replied.
" No, bullshit. I fucked her for real." There was a space while they let all this sink in. They all knew Billy Bob, when he was shitting and when he wasn’t. This was one of those times when he wasn’t, and they knew it. The familiar image of their mother was now going through their minds in a new fashion. His confession had put a new meaning on the word mother. One that was suddenly provocative. Mother had been moved to a whole new category: a woman available. Lustful phantoms prompted their imaginings. Their mother’s head transmogrified onto the bodies of nude women in slick magazines. A sick feeling of excitement began to churn in their hard bellies. Cocks stiffened.
" And was she tight," he added, softly. " How? When?" Earl asked, the doobie Billy Bob had passed him forgotten in his hand. " The other night, while you assholes were sleeping. I couldn’t sleep. I had this massive harden and no place to put it but my hand, and that just didn’t seem enough at the time. You know, there comes a point when you just have to have the real thing or you’ll go nuts. Well, that’s the way I was. I had to have it real bad. That’s when I started thinking about mom. What a nice firm body she has, those full tits and jutting ass, and I made up my mind to fuck her. I was too horny to give a sweet goddamn about the consequences. I got up and walked into the living room, my dick stuck up under the waistband of my shorts, and crossed to the hallway; mom suddenly came out wearing only a white slip. The moonlight was streaming through the windows lighting up both of us. Clear enough that I could see the look on her face and it was a look that told me she was as hot as I was.
You know, maybe it was that ESP shit brought her out just like me. Anyway we were both kind of shocked at seeing each other. It was obvious to both of us what we wanted, yet at the same time embarrassing. She passed by me and went to the front door pretending to check and see if it was locked. Then as she started back, I took her arm and pulled her to me. She pulled back, and I pushed her back up against the wall and started kissing her. Man, I was fucking hot by this time and nothing could have stopped me. She tried to push me away with the palms of her hands against my chest, but she was too weak--or wasn’t trying all that fucking hard. I slapped her and yanked hard on the straps of her slip, popping them. She struggled with me, and the slip fell to the floor leaving her naked. She bit my lip and scratched me and tried to squirm out of my grasp, but she wasn’t trying hard enough, and I knew she was wanting’ it as much as me. She could have called out or screamed, but she didn’t.
" I turned her and held her wrists together with one hand while with my other I pulled her head back by her hair and forced her into the bedroom. She kept making squealing sounds in her throat as I lay her on the bed. She was on her back, and I held her hands over her head by her wrists. She struggled a lot, but she wasn’t half as strong as I thought. I could feel her tits rise and fall against my chest. The nipples were hard. She kept whispering. Begging me.
Man, my cock was hard. I slapped her hard. I think she was getting off on it. She liked it rough. I could see her face in the moonlight. The window right by the bed. It was all screwed up with clenched teeth and grimaces while she was writhing beneath me trying to buck me off. I slapped her hard again, and she gave off this gasping, muttering kind of sexy, throaty sound. I kneed her legs apart and waited for her to tire out some, then I rammed my cock in her. Oh, God, it was so good! Her face just kind of froze. You should have seen it. All at once she became still as a stone. Her eyes went wide with this far off look in them, and her mouth dropped open into a circle. She made a sound something like ‘uh...uh’ drawing her breath in sharply each time.
" I swear, I fucked her all night and didn’t stop until the morning light was coming through the window." " Well, I don’t know ifn you’re lying or not," Zeke said, after a moment, " but you sure as hell made my dick hard."
There were chuckles at this. Jimmy was rubbing his crotch and gazing off down the street. " Here comes Annabelle," he said. The boys glanced down he street to where a pretty girl with long blonde hair had just rounded the corner coming in their direction with long, shapely strides. She was wearing a blue and white checked dress with white buttons up and down the front and a white, mandarin collar. Below the snug fitting bodice the skirt hung down full from the hips. In her right hand she clutched a flap-over, slim, white purse and a small Bible; on the wrist of her other arm was a set of white plastic bracelets. Her feet sported a pair of white, high-heeled pumps.