Amy’s Rape

It was a hot summer morning. Amy had packed her two girls Becky and Jenny off to their friends for the day. Amy thought that they were lucky. Their friends each had pools. They’d probably spend the whole day in the pools splashing around and having a grand time. Amy sighed. How nice it would be to have a pool that I could laze in.

“This is my time,” she thought. “There’s a few things to do in the house and then I’ll go out back and work in the garden and sun myself at the same time.”

Ever since her ex-husband left, there seemed to be less and less time to get the things done around the house that needed to be done. The girls required so much of her time. Becky, the oldest at 9, was a swimmer and dancer. Jenny was 7 and did ballet and piano. Though they went to the same studios, they were, of course, at different times. So taxi mom would be running all over town depositing one girl at the studio for dance, then run the other across town to the other studio for ballet. After a full day’s work, 4 trips, feeding the girls, helping with their homework and cleaning up, she was exhausted. Though the girls were good, there’s only so much help a 7 and 9 year old could do to help around the house.

Amy went into the house and up to her room to get changed into her bikini. She turned on the radio and listened to the music as she undressed. She absent mindedly was swaying to the music and looking at herself in the full length mirror as she took off her blouse. She unbuttoned her skirt, lowered the zipper and slowly and erotically undulated her hips with the beat of the music as she wiggled the skirt over her hips. She ran her hands slowly up her hips to her waist, then her small breasts, up her chest and then over her head flinging her hair at the finish.

“I still have a tight body,” she though. “I wish I had bigger tits, but I like my small ones.”

She was, indeed, small. Standing at only 5’2” and weighing only 105 pounds, and, though 28, she was often mistaken for the older sister of her girls. Heck, she could almost wear Becky’s clothes!

She brought her hands under her breasts and cupped them. The nipples on the crown of her breasts were getting hard from her touch. Her tiny pink areoles were dime sized, but her nipples raised outwards screaming to be caressed and pinched and twisted. She teased her nipples but very lightly rubbing her finger over the tips barely touching her sensitive skin. Almost impossibly, they got harder. She then squeezed her breasts hard and pinched her nipples and twisted them. The luscious feelings flowing through her body from her nipples down to her pussy seemed to echo back and forth. First to her pussy, then back to her nipples and then back down again to her pussy.

She slid her hands down her tight, slim belly and waist. Below, was her smooth mons venus. She always shaved herself ever since her Uncle Tony told her to. He was magical to her when she was a little girl. She was so in love with him, she would have done anything for him – and did.

She remembered his touch as she lowered her hands and caressed herself while thinking of her Uncle Tony. She gently teased her outer pussy lips. The radio started to play a song that they considered “their song.” Could this get any better? Her pussy was flooding at his memory and her teasing of her vaginal lips. Her left hand slid back up her body to her right breast. She caressed it and rolled her nipple between her fingers as she massaged her clit.

“Oh, Tony! Why did you leave your slut?” she moaned. “It would do anything you asked it to do! Fuck your cum slut, Tony!”

She pushed her ring and middle fingers deep into her cunt and started finger fucking herself. She pinched her nipple hard which sent nerve impulses directly to her clit. She was moaning loudly. Her fingers were moving quickly and hard in and out of her pussy. She brought her left hand down to her clit and started to rub her clit hard. Her legs were trembling so hard now, so close. She got on her knees on the floor her hands still between her legs. She leaned forward, put her face on the area rug and spread her knees apart. Her fingers were a blur in her pussy.

So close. Here it cums!

“Oh my god!! OOOOHhHhhh!!!! Yesssssssssss!!!! Fuck me!!!”, she screamed! Her pussy gushed her cum down her fingers and into her hand as her cunt tried to suck the cock-like fingers deeper into her. Her pussy pulsed around her fingers. Spasm after glorious spasm wracked through her body as she came. She shuddered with each spasm, quaking with pleasure. She moaned as the spasms decreased, and she slowly stopped finger-fucking herself. Little aftershocks of joy continues as her fingers rested inside her cunt. Oh, she needed that!

She stayed there slowly returning to her senses, her right fingers slowly pulling out of her pussy. She put her left hand out and propped herself up and licked her cum from her fingers making sure that she licked in between each finger to get all of her juices. Hmmmmmmm. She really does love the taste of pussy. She sucked on each finger that was in her hole, swirling her tongue around each digit, tasting herself on them. Savoring the feelings of her tongue on her fingers.

She thought back to last week when she saw Becky playing with herself. “I wonder what she tastes like?”, she thought.

She got up and went into the bathroom and washed her hands. She went back to the bedroom and put on her bikini. It was a nice Ami Sanzuri pink string halter top with a boy short bottom that hugged her well below the hips. She laughed thinking about the one time she dove into a pool wearing this. She lost her bottoms clean off her legs. The men at the party loved it. Embarrassed the hell out of her, and she loved it. Great for sunbathing. Not so much on swimming.

She put on some sunscreen, grabbed her sunglasses, fixed up a water bottle and went out back. She got her tools from the shed for gardening and started to work doing some weeding. She put a lot of work into this garden and it really shows. She’ll have a bumper crop of flowers this year. The grass is nice and thick. It will be great for us girls to lay out and sun ourselves. Nice and soft.

There was a soft breeze that kept things cool. The wind almost licked her skin softly and sensually. She would love to take off her bikini, but it was Saturday. People were home and she didn’t want to flash them too much.

At night, they’ll go naked to the hot tub and soak. She always loved that. Especially in winter. The icy cold walk gave them Goosebumps and made their nipples stand out. The water would be very hot in comparison and feel scalding in comparison. She couldn’t get in directly even though the air was near zero. After a long soak, getting out wet, hot and steamy, the water would freeze on their bodies as they scampered through the snow to the house laughing and squealing to get dry. So, the neighbors would see them then. That was enough.

As the morning wore on and turned towards noon, the sun started to get hot and strong. She didn’t want to burn herself, and it was still early in the season. Time enough to get a good tan.

She packed up her tools and went back inside to cool off. She glanced at the clock and saw it was 11:30. That’s when she heard the noise. She turned around and saw three men standing between her and the kitchen doorway. Her only exit.

“Well, lookie what we’ve got here, boys! This is better than anything we could take from this place. She’s got nothin’ to steal. Whaddya say? Up for some fun?”, said the man who was obviously the leader. He was about 6’2” tall and around 200 pounds with brown hair and eyes. Square jawed, broad shouldered, narrow waist. A hunk, an Adonis, a girl’s wet dream. But this wasn’t going to be a girl’s dream – more like a nightmare.

The neighborhood appeared to be rich and ripe for plucking. The house they had cased was a woman with two daughters and no husband apparent. They dressed nice. Had a nice house. Well landscaped. Decent car. It looked like they had money. Probably good alimony payments. When they went in, they saw little in terms of the kinds of things thieves liked to take. No good silver or money. There were prints on the wall, not cheap, but no value either. The best they could say was that it was a nice house and nicely appointed, but nothing worth stealing. Even the stereo wasn’t worth much. And no TV? What’s with that?

The other two agreed. Having her would be better than what they’d found so far in the house. “Let’s get her, Frank!” one said.

“Get out of my house!”, screamed Amy.

She tried to protect herself and to get out of the kitchen, but Frank was on her. She tried to get around him, under him, through him, but he was having none of it. She tried to kick him, but missed as he dodged out of the way. He grabbed her hard and spun her around. He clamped his arms around her and held her tightly. All her wild thrashing and squirming merely exhausted her.