Rape Fantasy Goes Wrong

I looked down in horror. I was indeed aroused. I wasn't fully hard yet, but there was no denying it. I hated myself. My wife continued to look at me as Tall Guy raped her, and I wished I could stop them just for a minute so I could tell her how sorry I was for getting her into this and how I was ashamed at my erection.

But this was just the beginning. Tall guy picked up his gun and slowed his strokes. I felt stupid again because I hadn't even noticed he'd put it down on the bed. I noticed Short Guy had pulled his cock out, too. "Suck his dick," Tall Guy said to me. "Suck it or I blow her fucking head off. On your knees."

I fell to my knees. What choice did I have? Short Guy decided to just pull his pants off now, the oversized jeans easily making the journey from where they rested at the bottom of his ass to the floor, his shoes easily sliding through the oversized garment. I had fantasied about playing with a real cock for going on a year now, but not like this. This was wrong. I had fantasized about a clean cut guy from my own socioeconomic class, someone who was polite and patient with me. I saw his hand with the gun out of the corner of my eyes as he put his cock in my face. The tip hit my cheek. I noticed that unlike his comrade, Short Guy was uncircumcised.

I thought about going for his gun, but it had almost zero chance of succeeding, and it would put my wife at risk. Instead, I licked the head of the large member in front of me. I reached out tentatively and clasped the thick shaft, retracting his foreskin before taking the head into my moth. He tasted and smelled neutral. I was puzzled, expecting a nasty, stinky cock. He shoved forward, hitting the back of my mouth with his semi. I fought my gag reflex for a second and regained my composure.

I cupped his balls with my other hand and applied suction, going up and down the length. My mouth strained to open wide enough, and I felt every contour of his penis as he filled my mouth completely. For just a few seconds, I forgot what was happening around me and enjoyed the moment. That submissive wave of feelings came over me, just like the first time Julia fucked me with a dildo, except about ten times stronger. That brief moment was amazing as I let myself drift into a fantasy where I wasn't being raped or about to die, rather I was just experimenting with a beautiful cock. Then the euphoria wore off, and I could hear my wife again. She was still sobbing quietly, combined with grunting on each of his thrusts. I could hear the sounds of his hips as he smacked her butt cheeks over and over when he bottomed out in her pussy.

Short Guy was hard now. His cock was impressive, probably almost as big as Tall Guy, and much thicker and a couple inches longer than me. "Bend over the bed," he commanded. "You know what's next." I stood and tentatively turned. I was on the side of my bed with my wife at the foot, so we were at ninety degree angles and could look at each other.

I turned to look at my conqueror. "Lube," I said and nodded to the bedside table. I felt stupid saying it, but I figured my rape would be worse without it.

"I guess, just because it will be better for me," he said and went to the table. He picked up the lube, then paused to look in the drawer.

Shit. He had found the dildo.

He pulled it out, still shiny with lubricant gel. "Looks like he's no stranger to getting fucked. You ever been fucked by a real man?" I shook my head no. "Well then today's your lucky day."

I tentatively bent over and spread my legs. He put a lubed finger in me first. I took it no problem, having been warmed up by my wife. Then I felt him reach under me, grabbing my cock that was hidden pressed against the bed. "God damn, he's still hard. You little bitch, do you want my cock? Are you gay?"

"No," I said weekly. "I don't want you to fuck me." It made no sense that I was hard. The part of my mind that was consciously thinking did not want this to happen. It was dangerous, unprotected sex with someone that did not respect me, and I didn't want to do it. Or so I thought. But I knew deep down he was right. The fellatio wasn't bad at all. Under different circumstances, I knew I could enjoy it. And I was apparently curious about him fucking me, too.

A really weird feeling came over me at this point. I loved it when Julia pegged me, but my anal interests were straight. But as he warmed me up with a finger, I knew I craved his cock. I was so ashamed. But looking back on it, being forced to do it set me free. I think my curiosity would have grown into wanting to do this eventually. It was a natural progression as my sexuality matured after desiring to perform oral on a man. But being raped accelerated that process and took away some of the the guilt and shame that would accompany asking for it.

"Here we go," he said. My fingering only lasted a few seconds, then he backed out. "Reach back and guide my cock into your ass," he commanded. I did as he wished, gripping his slippery cock behind the head and bringing him to the target. He spread my cheeks wide, making both our jobs easy and ensuring there would be no false starts.

He passed my barrier quite easily considering I'd never had comparable girth before. I still cried out, because the pain was there even though my tightness didn't block his insertion. I released my grip as I felt the shaft sliding between my fingers as it disappeared into my ass. I don't think he tore any flesh, but my unprepared muscles protested and my tissues stretched, causing pain. He drove forward, eager to complete the conquest. I felt him against my cheeks. He was in all the way. Offering no mercy, he immediately began to fuck me in and out.

My face was against the bed, and I reflexively bit a wadded up bit of comforter in my mouth as I coped with the surprise and pain. I realized the crude term "pillow biter" literally applied to me now. I looked at my wife, and now it was my turn to feel the shame. Not only could I not protect her, now I was being forced into what any straight man would perceive as the ultimate taboo act of feminization.

"Damn, that's nice," Short Guy said. "I ain't gonna last long. Hurry up and finish. I want to fuck her too before I cum."

"Working on it," Tall Guy said. He was fucking my wife harder now. Suddenly he pulled his cock all the way out and slapped Julia's ass very hard, enough to leave a red mark that would last for days. Her muscular thighs and what little fat she had on her slender ass quivered as they reverberated from the blow. Julia was too far gone now to scream. She just closed her eyes briefly as she absorbed the pain. Then Tall Guy drove his cock back in, forcing her traumatized pussy to queef as the big dick compressed the air inside her stretched pussy.

Confident we wouldn't risk making a move, he boldly set his gun down next to Julia. He used his free hand to yank and pull on her hair now, forcing her back to her elbows. He reached around and pinched her nipple with his other hand, clearly causing her more pain. "Damn, those are some tiny tits. You need some curves, girl. Those aren't even worth my time." Then he shoved her face back down onto the bed and continued to fuck her.

The cock in my ass didn't hurt any more. My new-found submissive feelings washed over me again, and it was amazing. I have no idea how I could feel all these emotions at the same time. Fear. Anger. Hatred. Lust. Submission. It made no sense. I was so confused. It was so different than with Julia fucking me. The grips on my hips were strong, and he was jerking my body forward and back in timing with his thrusts. His larger size took my breath away and made it hard to think about anything else. He was using me for his pleasure, completely oblivious to how I felt and what pace might suit my inexperienced ass better. Oddly, this turned me on more. Knowing he was using me, and that my ass was pleasing him perversely made me proud on some level.

I was used to unforgiving synthetic materials in the form of various dildos in my ass. I realized having real flesh and blood inside me was much better. The fact he was uncircumcised probably helped also, as his extra skin allowed his unit to tunnel in and out with less abrasion. Despite being so much bigger than anything I'd been fucked with, once my muscles relaxed, he felt so much better than anything I'd taken before. Short guy was commenting the whole time, making sure to demean me as much as possible during the rape. Perhaps because of my comment at the start about how I'd asked for a white guy, he played on the racial vibe with his cruelty, not hesitating to point out using various descriptions how he felt about my white ass impaled on his black cock. I suppose it was demeaning, but it certainly didn't turn me off.

I pushed back to meet his thrusts and flexed my muscles to grip his shaft. He was thrusting all the way in, his hips compressing my ass cheeks with each thrust. I didn't think I could take him that deep, but it was working. His pace was slow, though. I remembered when I took Julia's anal virginity how each inch of her ass provided such great stimulation all along my shaft, and it was best enjoyed with a slow ride. I hope Short Guy was getting a similar experience from fucking me. I sensed I couldn't cum with this stimulation alone, but I knew if I milked my own cock, I could get there in seconds. Then I remembered what my Julia was going through and couldn't think of my own pleasure for a while.

Short Guy cut the sex act short anyway after noticing my arousal. "What the fuck, man? You're enjoying it. I'm not gonna cum now," he said and yanked his cock out. I felt some of the squishy lube follow it out and drop down my leg. I'd read about how rapists are driven by dominance and perhaps inducing pain. I was sure Short Guy wasn't so much into men as he was into making men his bitch. Once it was clear he was giving me what I wanted, he decided to pass and wait for his turn on my wife, who was still clearly not enjoying her rape. "Stand up. I've got the gun pointed at your head, so don't turn around." He moved to the side and back a bit. Now I was to the side and back of Julia, so I had a great view of the cock going in and out of her. She was again looking to the side at me with her face mashed into the bed.

Tall Guy moved his hands off her hips and used them to spread her cheeks. He began to pull all the way out of her pussy and pause for a second before driving back in balls-deep, perhaps because he had an audience now. This exaggerated the erotic sounds of the sex and put her pussy on lewd display for me. Each time he pulled out, erotic sucking sounds accompanied him due to the tight seal he formed with her. Her ample labia spread wide due to him pulling apart her cheeks, and a giant hole appeared as his enormous cock gaped her. Every time he drove in, she farted from all the compressed air and the open position of doggie. I'd only made her queef maybe once before, and I wasn't even sure if size had anything to do with it. Tall Guy made her do it about ten time in a row, her pussy noisily objecting to its plundering right when his cock passed about the maximum depth that mine could reach. Each balls-deep thrust was still accompanied by an uncontrollable grunt from my wife.

My cock was fully hard as I shamefully watched Julia endure the most traumatic experience of her life. I even imagined her getting a double penetration, her cute asshole a tempting sight above Tall Guy's probing unit. I'd only fucked Julia in the ass twice. Despite her seeming to like it okay after a lot of slow preparation, she reserved her backdoor for special occasions. I'm embarrassed to admit that part of me wanted to see them fill both her holes at the same time with big black cock.

Then Tall Guy changed focus. He grabbed her hips again and began to fuck her hard and fast. I could see it on his face as he concentrated and occasionally closed his eyes. He was trying to reach orgasm. Julia could tell. "Please don't cum in me," Julia begged, coming out of her trance for a moment.

I hoped he would comply. The thought of some thug depositing his filthy essence in my lovely bride was more than I knew I could take. At least she was on the pill and wouldn't get pregnant, but I shuddered to think of what diseases the rapist might be carrying.

"Don't worry, we don't leave DNA evidence," Tall guy said.

He fucked the shit out of my wife now as Short Guy and I looked on. I noticed at this point that a subtle shift had occurred without my noticing, possibly while I was concentrating on getting used to my own rape or watching him gape her. Her brow was sweaty from her exertion, but her weeping had stopped. She was looking forward now, her hands out front instead of limp by her side. It was hard to tell, but she seemed to be bracing herself against his forward thrusts or even pushing back a little.

Then what Julia did next removed all doubt as to whether she was aroused or not. I could see her muscles tense slightly in her face as she held her breath for a few seconds. This is just how Julia's body responded. When she approached orgasm, she would often have a mini one just for before the big one, not quite yet at the point of release. It didn't seem to be a real orgasm, but it was still a distinct event with its own physiological consequences. I knew her pussy was flooding his cock with a warm bath of fresh juices, and her tunnel was dilating more. Her flesh was becoming more sensitive, and the pleasurable feelings inside her were growing stronger. Then I saw her nose crinkle up in concentration as she started breathing and grunting again. This was always her next step. She was fluttering her toned pussy muscles, aggressively milking his cock to help her get off.

I'd been with many women, and Julia did this better than any of them. When this happened during our lovemaking, it was always the beginning of the end. The pleasure delivered to my own cock would go up exponentially with her skilled movements. I could never hold my load once this happened, and Tall Guy was no exception to the rule. When he realized what was happening, he slowed his thrusts to appreciate the sensations along his long cock as my wife honored him with her gift. After a few deep more thrusts, he let out a triumphant moan and, to my horror, proceeded to empty himself inside her unprotected pussy.

"Yeah, I lied, take my load, bitch," he said, grinding hard against her with his cock inserted all the way as he leaned down and put his weight on her torso.

"Eww, I can feel it. Gross," Julia said.

Tall Guy leaned over the bed and put his weight on her, suffocating my beautiful wife as his spasms slowed, then he quickly pulled out of her and moved out of the way. Immediately as the cock vacated, semen flowed out quickly behind it, a small river coating her large clitoral hood before dripping to the carpet. Despite its high viscosity, there was so much of it that it pushed out of her easily. Then the flow stalled, a white drop showing at her entrance, the rest inside waiting to slowly drip out later.

The mixed emotions hit me again. There was no doubt seeing her ooze a plentiful creampie appealed to my kinky side, as my consistent boner proved. But I was also ashamed as a feeling of disgust overcame me. My wife was dirty and used, and for a second I wondered if I could ever treasure her again.

Julia remained where she was, legs slightly spread, exhausted and afraid to move. I wished they would just leave so I could go to her and comfort her, but Short Guy hadn't finished yet. Tall Guy was now covering me with his weapon. Short Guy approached my Julia. "Stretch out on the bed, baby. You have to take care of me now."

Julia mustered her strength and climbed up on the bed. She relaxed on her back, her legs slightly spread. The motions caused her insides to adjust. Her vagina farted again, and a bit more of Tall Guy's load oozed out as she awaited her second rapist.

"Lift your legs, bitch. Let me in that nice pussy," Short Guy said. Julia had her head to the side, looking at me again. Fresh tears welled up in her red eyes as her confused emotions played games with her head. She lifted her legs as Short Guy took his cock which was still fresh with lube from my ass and brought it to her entrance. He wasn't gentle at all as he drove in to the hilt. She grunted softly, her pussy already stretched by Tall Guy's member. Short Guy transitioned to a new position, putting his arms behind Julia's knees, forcing her legs higher in the air and back toward her head. The position angled her vagina differently and made Short Guy's big dick feel even bigger. Julia felt a little bit of discomfort in this position even when I fucked her tiny pussy, and now she was taking a much bigger dick. Short Guy began a furious assault, his bloated balls slapping her upturned cheeks on each powerful thrust.

"That's it, you little whore, take my fucking dick," Short Guy said. He continued to taunt and demean her pretty much the entire time he fucked her. He reached down and pinched her nipples cruelly, causing her to cry out in pain and leaving them swollen and red atop her tiny chest.

I had a great view, and I'd be lying if I didn't admit I enjoyed seeing that large black cock pounding my wife's pussy. It was so much different than when I fucked her. The black member contrasted well against the natural red head's pale skin. Julia's large pussy lips usually closed and bunched up above my dick when I was in her hole. But with Short Guy, you could see the angle change as they were spread wider, the large labia remaining parted until they finally met at her clitoral hood. As the thicker cock forced her vagina to open more to the sides, it also retracted the clitoral hood nicely and pulled it downward, causing it to occasionally rub against his thick shaft. Julia's grunts were louder and more animalistic, perhaps even out of her control as the cock changed her anatomy as she adapted to more size. Her breathing was more labored as she dealt with the stress and increased arousal the cock brought.

It didn't take long for my wife to start to enjoy it, just like I thought she did at the end of Tall Guy's rape. Julia's indifferent, soft grunts grew loader and began to even sound like moans of pleasure. She didn't just stare blankly at me, she started looking at her rapist also and seemed to be encouraging him.

Short Guy's angle of penetration in this position ensured his large cockhead banged against the roof of her pussy and hit her G-spot in ways it had never been stroked before, then pushed past and rubbed against it as the head drove into the back of her pussy and filled her up. Her pussy was also stretched more than it had ever been, and she was starting to really like the intense friction as the large unit stimulated all the rich nerve endings in her expanded tunnel. This added to the extra stimulation of her clit the larger penis offered. She might have hated the thug, but his dick did more for her than mine ever could.

The next time her eyes met mine, her face had a contorted look to it that I had seen many times before while going down on her. It was her look just before climax. This time it wouldn't just be the mini one she had with Tall Guy. He had built her up, and Short Guy would take her the rest of the way home and make her cum. Each of her groans was in response to a wave of pleasure building on the previous one as she approached her apex and inevitable release. She deserved to cum, so I hoped it would happen.

Short Guy adjusted his position, moving his hands from behind her knees and laying his muscular chest flat on her, squashing her tiny tits. He faced away from her and seemed to be concentrating, perhaps also trying to cum. This allowed Julia to push her legs down and plant her feet on the bed. She lifted her butt slightly, changing the angle of attack to add just enough extra clitoral stimulation to push her over the edge. Suddenly she screamed as a huge orgasm originating from all the G-spot stimulation joined with the sensations in her swollen clit and rocked her world. It wasn't just a soft grunt or squeal like it was when she came with me, rather this was more primal and out of control, a true release of tons of pent up energy. I don't think Julia realized how loud she was cumming.