Katy wanted to scream, but she was so shocked by what had just happened that no sound came out. He was already inside her, already fucking her at pace by the time her mind adjusted from the fantasy world in her brains to this. She wanted to kick out, move, protest, do something, but she was so afraid, there wasn't a single muscle in her body that was able to move. Katy felt sick to the pit of her stomach as this man, that she recognised, but couldn't place, fucked her fast, and so hard, that each lunge produced a slapping noise.

She felt such guilt.

She had never so much as touched another man since she met Alan more than twenty-three years ago and now she just laid there, unmoving, without protest as this pig used her body at will. Katy felt ashamed that with each thrust, each fucking lunge at her already wet, and already loose and puffy pussy, she felt out of control, her body disobeying, responding, climaxing, ready to explode.

She didn't want it, but it happened nonetheless. Katy's orgasm was strong, signalling to her assailant that she was enjoying him. At least that was his interpretation.

Biting at her lower lip hard, Katy's eyes closed. Straight away, she could see her husband, watching, doing nothing to help her and simply playing with himself. Tears rolled down her cheeks. Her husband, in her mind's eye was enjoying her plight, enjoying watching this man do whatever he wished.

"Like that do you?" Sam grunted. To him it was a pointless question. They all liked that.

"Do you want me to fuck your ass?" Ass fuck, pussy fuck or blow job, Sam wasn't that fussy. To him they were all the same, as long as he got to shoot his jism inside them. Over the years, he found that the answer was more often yes than no, with the 'bored out of their brains' housewives looking for some deviant fun that they could never share with their husband.

Sam glared at Katy's face, looking for clues. He also found that women never gave a direct answer. Even if they wanted it, they would pretend that they weren't that kind of girl. The fact that he was in their house, stark bollock naked with his erection buried to the hilt, suggested that they were.

Although her mind had switched off to him, somewhere in the darkened depths of hazy denial, she heard him. She heard him ask if she liked that? It brought her closer to reality, away from images of her husband, enjoying what he was doing to her. She hated herself. She did like the thought of him watching someone, anyone fucking her. She did like the sudden release of her body and the explosive feelings between her legs. She did like the fact that soon, she would cum again and felt powerless to prevent it.

Between exhaled breath, forced from her with every rapid lunge into her vagina, forced from her by the speed and aggressive way he fucked her, she also heard him ask her the one question that she had denied herself over the years. Katy's mind slipped back into oblivion, back to that safe place where Susan was bent between her boyfriends' knees, sucking his prick, while his so called best friend did the very thing that no one had ever done to her. Only it wasn't Susan in her mind's eye, it was her. It wasn't Luke kneeled behind her, pushing and penetrating her backside, it was this main, her assailant, the man who had barged his way into the sanctity of her home and without a word had forced her to accept the situation - he was fucking her.

It was all too much. The images, the unexpected absurdity of at all, the crazy unstoppable friction felt inside and above all the degradation, embarrassment and acknowledgement that from today, nothing would ever be the same.

Katy bit her lower lip hard as an explosive orgasm took control, forcing her legs to wrap around him and lunge her hips upward in the desperate need to feel him penetrate deeper and so much harder.

Sam smiled.

He knew how women communicated. He knew that biting her lip meant that she had thought about it. He knew that her sudden orgasm, met with the need to push him inside more deeply meant that the idea of it had turned her on, sent her mind spiralling into a world of opportunities. This horny cow had a good ass. It wasn't at all flabby like the last lonely bitch he fucked. He would enjoy this.

Withdrawing, he spun her over and pushed her face into her pillow. Katy, shocked at the sudden forcefulness, breathed in deeply. She could smell Alan. Her guilt caused a sinking feeling, but was nothing to the feeling of exposure, when her ass was pulled up and she found herself on her knees, slippery, wet saliva being smeared over her tiny bum hole.

With gritted teeth, Katy closed her eyes, buried her fists into the bedclothes and winced in incredible pain. His erection was so hard, and his helmet shaped for ass penetration, pushed passed a virginal hole and seemed to hold there.

Surprised at just how tight she was, Sam stopped for a moment. Whatever he was, he wasn't a monster. He only ever did this with an invite. He withdrew, causing the old tart to groan. More saliva found its way around his boner, when he spotted a bottle of hand cream. They always had a handy bottle of hand cream. He used it and with one hand holding her down, he used the other to guide himself - it wasn't difficult.

Rammed fully home, he fucked her hard, thrusting his hips, ramming himself into that shapely ass. Katy's response was immediate, howling into her pillow, begging him to stop, but he knew the game.

The large and black phallus gave him an idea. It soon found its way to those unfilled and puffy lips. He toyed with her at first; rubbing it hard against a clitoris that idle to any action, was already feeling sore. He felt it go in. It was only an inch or so, but was definitely in. The old tart had started screaming no! The next six inches surprised him. That thing was so big; he felt it against his prick as it bulldozed its way into her fuck hole. This was amazing. He liked this. The rim in the dildo felt sensational against his own, separated by a thin layer of fleshy muscle.

He liked this. This was a first and he wanted to prolong the feeling for as long as he could, but she wouldn't keep still. Frustrated by her unnecessary protests, he grabbed handfuls of that red hair and yanked her head back. At last she shut-up. He liked the way this new position made those very full tits swing back and fore. To make them swing more, he fastened his pace, but was forced to slow down. He didn't want to cum just yet. Losing his jism inside her ass would be a waste. It would be much better to watch it splash over that pretty face and then make her swallow it.

Pushing her down onto the bed, Sam quickly withdrew his erection, forced the dildo inside more deeply and darted off to the bathroom to wash his prick; after all, he wasn't a bad person.

When he returned, he found the old biddy on her knees, holding her head with one hand and trying to remove the dildo with the other. It was such a horny sight, watching her with knee's wide apart and that huge black thing sticking out from between her legs and that pussy, stretched to its limit, tightly wrapped around it.

He decided it would have to stay.

Hearing a clear command to stop, Katy froze, not knowing what to do. She was petrified, exhausted and incredibly hurt everywhere. She wasn't expecting it. It was normally something she refused and certainly never spent any time thinking about, but it happened nonetheless.

Stood on her bed, the man grabbed at her hair again, pulled her head back and ordered her to 'suck-it!'

With all semblance of self-respect vanished to another time, another Katy, certainly not the one she knew, parted trembling lips parted and tasted for the first time in more than twenty years an erection against the roof of her mouth. For the first time in more than twenty years, she smelled the heady musk of a man and for the first time ever, her head was used as an instrument of sex. He fucked her mouth faster than she could breathe.

"Fuck yourself!" He demanded.

Katy obeyed.

A hand reached down and fed the monster back inside. She didn't need any more encouragement. Straight away, she withdrew it until it was almost out and pushed it back inside, all eleven inches of it.

Sam was satisfied. Looking down, he was given the double delight of watching his prick embedded inside her mouth and that black dildo appearing and then vanishing in a steady, consistent fucking motion.

"You like this don't you?"

Sam yanked on her hair to force a reaction.

Katy nodded.

You like me fucking your mouth don't you?"

A nod was unprovoked.

"Tell me to fuck your mouth! Tell me you're a horny slag that likes her pussy full!"

Katy murmured out her reply as best she could, telling him exactly what he wanted to hear. What made her feel sick and excited at the same time was he was right. She did like it. She liked being on her knees in front of him. She did like his smell and his taste and she did like the feeling of her pussy filled to bursting. What she didn't tell him was that although feeling violated, invaded and savaged, her ass felt empty.

"Tell me that you want me to come back again and fuck you!"

Without thinking through the consequences, she told him that she wanted him to fuck her again.

"Beg! Say please Sam come back in a few weeks and fuck me again!"

Katy, unable to do any other, begged for him to come back.

This was what he wanted to hear. It gave him power and it made her committed. He knew that this would play on her mind. He knew that for the first week she would be worried, afraid that he would make-good on her pleading. After that she would worry that he would not come back and after two weeks, she would beg him again to fuck her. It was all too easy and too predictable, but he wouldn't have it any other way. This one would make three in this street in addition to the other two in the street around the corner. That gave him five hungry bitches to serve every two weeks and all of them would beg him for it.

The irresistible power he wielded over women of all ages made him feel supreme, made him feel indestructible, it made him ready to cum.

Pulling his erection from her mouth, he maintained his grip of steel around her hair, forcing her to keep her head still. His other hand wrapped around his shaft, pulling at his foreskin with increased urgency, with an unstoppable need to eject his jism. He knew where he wanted it to go. It was the ultimate degradation and was the very thing the bitches wanted to make their fucking session complete.

"Open your mouth!" He screamed.

Like a little sparrow, whose time had not yet come to leave the nest, Katy obeyed. She felt it against her cheeks, chin, forehead and nose. It shot to the back of her throat and covered one of her eyes. It was thick, pungent, having a smell unlike Alan's. It made her feel the lowest of the lowest tramps.

When he finished ejaculating, he ordered her to clean it with her tongue. He ordered her to clean her face with a finger and then put it in her mouth. He made her swallow and did not stop with his orders until it was all gone and she opened her mouth to prove that it had all been swallowed.

Content that his work was done, that once again he had done a favour to women kind, he leaped from the bed.

"Two weeks!" He announced. "Two weeks and I will be back to fuck you again!" He then seemed to hesitate, thinking of something. He leaned forward; concerned that he should always do right by his bitches.

"I'll bring a mate of mine! Clearly you want it in the ass and your pussy together! Be ready, I'm a busy man and I won't have much time! Oh! And by the way - your ass is too tight! Do yourself a favour and play with it, y'know - loosen it up!"

Katy saw him vanish through the door, heard him dress on the landing, followed his steps down the stairs and heard the front door slam shut.

Katy burst into tears.

Trembling, she lay back on the bed, covered herself in her duvet and blocked out the world. She couldn't work out what had just happened. The man effectively had raped her, but she had not said no. She had made no attempt to stop him and much worse had begged him to fuck her ass. What concerned her even more was for the first time in her life, she felt as if she had just been fucked.

There was no way she would allow this to happen again. There was no way she could possibly let it happen. She was sure she was in shock, after all, why would she feel dishevelled, violated, humiliated and ashamed, and more importantly, why was she smiling.

Katy thought of Susan. Was 'she' like Susan? Words popped into her head as she mouthed them.

"If you love someone, you give them what they want, no matter how strange it might seem."

A thought formed.

Instantly, she denied it, it was just too absurd.