The shortest way into her twat

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# A Second Chance to Rape Angel

Who remembers high school? Me, I never forget. I was a normal average
Joe in high school, not too popular, but not a nerd, just one of the
masses competing for pussy. I had the major hots for this bitch named
Angel. She was a sophomore when I was a senior, but one of my “friends*
dated her. I only say friend because I sorta hung in the same group,
but I was at the low end of the groups totem pole. I knew Shane was
fucking Angel every time he could (who could blame him), and god, I
wanted her fucking body.

Angel was a cheerleader, blonde with a fine body, and a gorgeous face,
every guys dream I guess, and man did she star in my fantasies, I would
fantasize fucking her or even raping her. One time when we all went
out, we stopped by her house, and I said I had to go to the bathroom, I
found a hamper in the bathroom and masturbated on a pair of her jeans.
Pretty sick I guess.

I was basically obsessed with Angel you could say. Once I overheard her
giving her locker combination to Shane, and I used the combination to
open her locker, and to steal her purse (I knew her id would be in
there, and it was a picture to beat off to) plus she had a real nice
leather jacket which I took, and beat off on many, many times. (Told
you I am sick). Angel was pissed when she realized she was ripped off,
but she had no idea it was one of her boyfriend*s associates.

One night we were all at a party, drinking, getting really drunk. Shane
and Angel had this huge fight, I think because he wanted head right
then and now. Shane got pissed off and left around midnight. Angel just
stayed at the party, and got more drunk. I felt no pity for Angel. I
figured she was a rich, hot cheerleader, and having a few hours of
misery in her life was poetic justice. Well Angel must have drank too
much because she puked, and then passed out. A few of us carried her
into a bedroom, and kept drinking. I knew what I was going to do now.
The eight people left at the party just kept drinking, and within a few
hours all of the party was passed out, except for me.

Silently, I crept into the bedroom where Angel was passed out, and laid
down next too her. I nudged her too see if she would wake up, but man
she was gone. I moved my hands onto her ass and felt it up. This was
like heaven. I was trembling fearing she would wake up from her drunken
state, or one of the drunks in the other room would stumble in, but I
knew I would never have another chance to fuck Angel.

I felt up her nice firm tits, but didn*t open her shirt. Then throwing
caution to the wind I unbutton Angel*s tight jeans, and pulled them
down to her ankles. Next I pulled her panties off, and prepared to
mount this drunken bitch. My dick was rock hard, and I was so ready to
rape Angel. Suddenly I heard a car pull into the driveway, and glancing
out the window I saw it was Shane, Angel*s fucking boyfriend. Fuck! I
thought, and I quickly pulled her panties and pants back up, and dove
under the bed.

Shane came in, lay next to Angel, and began to try to wake her up.
Eventually, Angel woke up, he apologized, and they made up, and then
had sex, with me being forced to listen from under the bed. I was so
fucking angry I vowed revenge against both of them.

Time passed, Shane and Angel got married, Shane inherited his fathers
company, and Angel got hotter, and was now a rich women in her late
twenties. I got a decent job and tried to work my way through college,
and became an accomplished pickpocket. I had totally forgotten about
Angel, until our class reunion. That day would change all three of our
lives.

Angel and Shane showed up at our class reunion driving a 1999 Mercedes,
and dressed like something right out of GQ magazine. Angel wore a tight
red sundress, and her body was so firm, probably due to hours of
working out. My mind raced back to the day where I almost raped Angel,
and she even looked better now! I knew that I was going to have to have
my day with that bitch. My “friend* Shane barely remembered me, and
just gave me a token handshake (my guess is to appease this commoner),
but what he didn*t know was, while he was shaking my hand, I was
picking his pocket of his keys, and wallet from his suit jacket. (Man I
was a real good pickpocket), I only stayed at the reunion for an hour,
no one even realized I had left, and I headed for Shane and Angel*s
house.

I parked my car about a mile from their house, to prevent discovery,
and walked through the woods to the back of their property. Now
crawling I made it to the dark side of the house, and moved through the
bushes quietly, until I reached the front porch. The porch was dark and
I used Shane*s keys to open the front door, half-surprised an alarm
didn*t signal my entrance. I carried a bag containing a ski mask, a
small crowbar, a role of duct tape, and a pair of gloves.

Wow what a house! I knew they were rich, but I didn*t realize how rich.
I entered each room and shined my flashlight. They had the finest
silverware, the nicest electronics; Angel had so much fine jewelry,
which I put in my bag, and two mink coats. Yes they were coming with me
when I left. I rummaged through Angel*s panty drawer, and found an
envelope full of money (780$), isn*t that the last place you should
hide money? I also stole a real nice nighty from Angel. The stealing
was nice, but I was going to have to rape Angel to finally complete my
revenge.

From what I heard later on Shane thought he dropped his keys and wallet
getting out of his car, and never suspected someone had pickpocketed
him. Therefore, they came home later in the evening not suspecting that
someone was waiting for them in there own house.

Later that night, I heard their car pull up into the driveway, and I
hid in the guest bedroom, and pulled on my mask and got ready. Shane
came in first, and then Angel. I heard Angel. “I am going to take a
shower, and go to bed. Be ready when I get back!* she said in a sexy
voice. Shane headed for the kitchen, and once I heard the shower
running, I crept up behind Shane and cracked him in the head with a
small crowbar. Shane fell hard, out like a light. Quickly I took the
role of duct tape I had brought with me and taped his hands, legs, and
mouth, and dragged him into his bedroom. Next I put him in a
high-backed chair and taped him into it. Shane, groggy, woke up, and
tried to break his bonds. I leaned over and whispered. “Try all you
like you aren*t going to get out, and I am going to fuck your bitch.”

He struggled when I told him this, and I could see the anguish in his
face. Not bad enough his wife was going to be raped, but he was going
to have to watch.

I reached down and took Shane*s expensive Rolex from his wrist. “You
won*t be needing this!” I whispered. “How pathetic, If you can*t
protect your property from me, how can you protect your wife!”

Shane wanted to kill me I could tell, but he couldn*t get loose, and I
continued antagonizing him. “Has you wife ever had a real man? Well she
is going to very soon.”

I heard the shower stop running, and I moved to my predator position
outside the bathroom door.

I heard Angel in the bathroom calling to Shane in a sexual voice. You
ready honey? Because I am feeling horny. Little did Angel know that she
was making her soon to be rapist very excited.

The bathroom door opened and Angel indexed down the hall to the master
bedroom. She was dressed in a white bathrobe, and looked so fucking
hot. I grabbed her right before she got to her bedroom door, and for a
brief instance I swore she thought I was her husband, but she quickly
figured out I wasn*t.

Angel struggled and screamed for Shane, but I muffled her voice and
said. “Scream all you want bitch! I have your precious husband!” I
showed her Shane*s Rolex. Grabbing her by the waste I carried her into
the master bedroom, and her eyes caught Shane who was bound in the
chair.

“Now I am in control! If you want your husband to live, you had better
do everything I say!”

Angel pleaded with me to let her and her husband go, but I didn*t want
to hear any of her crying. I jumped on top of her, growling and
laughing, my hands groping and squeezing her breasts as my mouth
pressed down against hers.

“No! No!” she gasped.

“Shut up, slut!”

I backhanded her, then gripped the front of her thin robe and tore it
open. She raised her hands, trying to push me away and I backhanded her
again, making her cry out in pain. She sobbed and moaned in misery and
terror. I began digging my fingers into the soft chest meat as her mind
was filled with horror. Angel gasped as I shoved my tongue forcefully
into her mouth. She sobbed helplessly as my rough hands mauled her
breasts, and my mouth came wetly down on her own. She was stunned, by
the touch of my hands on her precious breasts. I sat back, gripping her
bathrobe in my hands and began tearing it down all the way the hem. She
cried out in misery as my hands gripped her panties. She tried to grasp
at them, but again my big hand cracked across her face, hurling her
head back against the pillows. I jerked her silky panties up, lifting
her legs violently and tearing the panties down and off, flinging them
at Shane, and laughing maniacally. She whimpered in terror, trying to
turn or twist away, to protect her vulnerable crotch, but I jammed my
hands between her thighs and yanked her legs apart, then I dove between
them. I gripped her hair and jerked her head back painfully, then bit
down on her left breast as she sobbed in misery. I fumbled with my
zipper, then drew out my now raging erection, pressing it against her
still tight pussy entrance.

She screamed hysterically at the sensation, raising her hands and
slapping despairingly at me. My cock pierced her tight entrance, then
thrust into her, stabbing up into her belly like a rocket. She gasped,
then moaned weakly as her pussy was violated, and my thick, bloated
cock drove into her to even deeper. I began to pump, raising my ass
high and thrusting into her again and again as she lay there sobbing.
Her legs were wide, her arms lying flat beside her head. She had given
up any attempts at fighting me, as Shane looked on helpless to
intervene in his wife*s humiliation

Angel felt my big cock pumping inside her, going in and out, and
stabbing up into her belly with cruel violence, but could do nothing
about it. She moaned and whimpered and closed her eyes. I humped faster
and faster, my hands groping at her breasts or tearing at her hair,
then I let out a long, victorious moan, shot a load of cum like I had
never before, and collapsed atop her.

I lay there for some seconds, then slowly pulled myself off. I got to
my feet and, leered down at her as she lay spread-eagled below.

Come on, slut, I growled, bending and gripping her by the hair.

She cried out again in pain, grasping at my hand as I forced her to her
feet.

I whispered to her. “Now say how good I was, how much better I am than
your husband!”

She refused, but when I threatened to castrate Shane she did as I said.

Shane upon hearing this began crying and my dick raged hard again. I
rolled Angel over on her stomach and now had a birds eye view of the
ass that I had dreamed about forever. My hands trembled as I squeezed
her ass again and again. I am an assman and seeing this thing of beauty
I knew what was too come next, and judging by her look of fear, SO DID
SHE!

Mounting her from behind I lined up my stiff cock with her tight ass
hole, and violently I thrust my rod straight into her ass. The tight
pink ring stretched as I stuffed my dick up her precious ass. Angel
screamed a tremendous scream, and shuddered underneath each of my
thrusts. I looked up and smirked at Shane through my ski mask. If looks
could kill I would be dead. Shane was being forced to watch his wife
being raped up the ass. I continued thrusting into this country club
bitch*s ass, and finally the cum welled up in my dick and I fired into
Angel*s ass. She shuddered violently, but made no move as my cock
finished putting its creamy cum into her ass.

Now after two loads I needed a break so I bound Angel and proceeded to
loot the whole house, the most fun was removing Angel*s huge diamond
engagement ring and wedding band (What an invasion). Rich people*s
houses have so much good shit; its tough to decide what to take, so I
just loaded the Mercedes in the garage with everything I could find.

I really wanted to fuck those pouty little lips of Angels so I headed
back to the master bedroom, rock hard. I ordered her to open her mouth,
and I told her if I felt any teeth on my dick (to make sure she didn*t
get any notion about biting my cock.), Shane*s penis would be cut off
and put in her mouth. Subordinate, Angel became to let my dick into her
fine little mouth.

I swear that Angel*s mouth was made to fit my cock. I thought about all
the time I could have been raping her mouth, and regretted lost time. I
pushed my dick all the way back into her throat and could feel my
ballsack slapping against her chin. My cock pumped deep into her throat
and finally the cum welled up and I shot jism deep into her throat.
Angel choked as the cum just kept on spewing from my dick. Finally I
pulled out of her mouth, and jism ran down out of her mouth.

Angel cried she was humiliated, and her husband was being forced to
watch this heinous rape.

I looked at the now ravaged Angel and laughed; finally after ten years
I had my revenge against this couple.

I had some more fun later on jamming different items up into Angel*s
pussy, and fisting her ass with my hand (that really stretched her
out).

Now I had to decide what to do with them. I am not a killer so I knew I
couldn*t kill them. I don*t think they recognized me, but I wasn*t sure
so after I loaded the Mercedes full and took the first load of loot out
of the house. I drove back to the house, parked the car in the garage,
and I carried both of them too the car and put them in it. I drove the
Mercedes to a real bad side of town, and left Angel and Shane tied up
in the car. As I disappeared into an alley, I saw a group of
gangbangers had spotted the Mercedes, and were headed towards it. I can
only imagine the fun they had with Angel, kinda wish I could have been
there to watch. Not Surprisingly Angel or Shane didn*t make it too the
reunion dance the next night, or were they seen ever again.

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